Pop Sonnet #1130

Star crash felt the dealing soon
Lecture in a basket place
Soldier that bore his wound
Steady round the old try race

Learn to deal with escaping
Through the chords of night
Watch when times are scraping
Without a real long pillow fight

Feel like I am a fail safe
But really let know one down
Floating along like a waif
On a surface below sound

Make a different kind of rain
Steal away the empty pain

Pop Sonnet #1131

So when rocks turn into puddles
The feeling will subside
And sometimes days get muddled
So the rest will catch a ride

But believe me it is not you
That makes me feel this way
At least for turns that grew
And the water in the bay

That promised us a lifetime
Of missions for the run
Wonder if there is a crime
To be left back in the sun

To support a growing field
And to make for the only yield

Pop Sonnet #1132

Add the frozen text of water
To the core of ice in streams
That can replace my old daughter
With the river of dreams

And make a fearful deemed
Along with merry rinse
That questioned when it screamed
And thought too gently since

The older way of looking
To cross paths with a dame
And building block-booking
Not accounting for the same

Yet when the path is crossed frequently
Sometimes ties are just kept secretly

Pop Sonnet #1133

To add an hour to your sleep
Would be the only goal for now
Because you feel it creep
Over company that allow

The feeling that yesterday's plan
Was lost into the ringer of the storm
And to predict what you can
Will keep you in the very warm

A frightened piece of last night's game
Would have listened to the leak
Without a trickle of the name
Learned about it in the week

When something must be done about this
What more would you want to miss

Pop Sonnet #1134

Now I see why I was a smoker
Anything to wake me up
The sleep is backing like a broker
In the message in a cup

Tied with rope to one end
A primitive type of phone
Learn to glide right in
To phase eternally at stone

That lifts from different mazes
A type of losing steam from the freeze
Whatever brings back all the crazes
And praying back to feel the breeze

With a certain type of wine
Everything becomes fine

Pop Sonnet #1135

Wonder if someone is with it
Because for awhile I feel asleep
Don't mind when I feel lit
For it is better to be at weep

The way that syntax error brings
Back the problem with the most
Of all of the discovered things
It brightens for the host

And honestly as automated as it can
The words generate themselves
But practice while you stand
And be not afraid to delve

Unless you hit the brick wall
Then you could be used to save us all

Pop Sonnet #1136

Better off that your business ain't mine
Would have loved to explain what happened to me
Now at least I'm feeling more incline
To let her look like letting be

Without a simple liner
Of the scope in feeling worth
That will often make a shiner
Out of deals that make the firth

Of a labeled miss out rocking
In the soul of cathedral days
That would have been seen crocking
All the time I choose my own haze

Unless felt worth to a machine
Might as well use the being

Pop Sonnet #1137

To be idled in the stash
Is a place I think about
And the driven for the cash
Makes a day bring more clout

To the divine interpretation
And the quiet dripping rain
Of the back of fought for nation
The soldier's bring a whole new pain

But for awhile the plot grows thick
And recovers when a sage
Brings about the softening wick
That will wear wax like a wage

That thinking feeling back again
Don't want to admit where I have been

Pop Sonnet #1138

Once again I've traveled
Cross the plains and sea
Over mountains that have graveled
For the ancient history

And at least once off the cuff
In a haze of the way to learn
What if someone were to bluff
And then all would be spurn

To the core of the whole thought
That came dragging back in
To the place that time forgot
And the lesson is sin

Will rule our life for a moment
And strike against the new flint

Pop Sonnet #1139

And the symbol of a box trick
Is to squeeze the lesson clean
Whenever you may feel a bit sick
Want to fade into the scene

And ride in back for the long road trip
Don't know when we will arrive
Just make sure you are ready to equip
The things that make for good drives

Like conversation and a soft spot
For emotions that rise
Don't know what more is to be dot
When we run low on guise

The many aftermaths are swarming
And are felt all through the last of morning