Pop Sonnet #1150

Water winding in the reach
Take ten steps and fire
To be sure of what to preach
About the situation dire

Answer walls establish rent
And search for company in the tear
Reevaluate what is sent
And be sure you know what to wear

For sympathy is a thing we learn
Over years that take a toll
Sometimes even take a turn
For the illustrations roll

And going over problem back
Entire village under attack

Pop Sonnet #1151

Damage resource feature math
Going out to return later
Once defended in the wrath
Could you at least state her

Presence was without a trip
To fancy down the street
A making of a blackened grip
Upon that which is treat

The suffering vampire until you wake
Reminds you of on oft gone
Failure or was it just a mistake
And here comes that creature to the lawn

So many strange insects today
Couldn't have easily turned away

Pop Sonnet #1152

Evaporate encounter furthermore rinse
With a certain practice of
The situation getting dense
When one sent out the love

Of ages into time standing rights
Could have found a certain flag
Wonder if there is a slight
Passing in the racing nag

That old horse back that truck made in
Too honest to be on the job
Without an overcoming grin
Would have looked like a cob

That shucking furnish into mixes
Do you believe in quick fixes

Pop Sonnet #1153

Two episodes later I felt the vibe
Driving around the piece
Of the simpleton that bribe
Certainly to take a fleece

Coming back out of a danger land
To certain stops at the smoke
Thought this week I would lend a hand
To an adventure for ability to be awoke

That certain feeling of the cry
About to mount a level head
To look back into research dry
The suffering instead

Would I love to find out more
Always take it toward the door

Pop Sonnet #1154

Miser leaning in a cot
Fantasy the thread of joy
To take back into the lot
And jump over the little boy

To raise a certain learning curve
Is about to burst to life
When other feelings make it swerve
I'll bet the trail could use a wife

Unless the farmer becomes him
That forgotten phase of lore
That echoes through the function grim
And pushes on for more

To escape into the flighty game
Means something will now stay the same

Pop Sonnet #1155

Learn to wander across the ground
Undermine the reason I implore
Could have heard the several round
Company to halt the gore

That flesh was tearing up inside
Could have favored different runs
Then a hefty voice can guide
The thing that holds back other suns

From appearing in the atmosphere
That is all deteriorating so rapid
When at last things become slightly near
Could have held onto that lap kid

That infected the night for reasons of loss
Could have made a less potent sauce

Pop Sonnet #1156

Look for doorways in your mind
Stare the glance aesthetic feel
Wonder what else you will find
Until it is time for that other meal

A walk or two to bust the gut
That storing up the food is wrong
Except it keeps you alive in cut
Making the damage go along

Feel an exception for what is here
Going to empty a certain volume
Wonder if I make it cheer
For the furnishings in the room

Investigate for hours why I am still
Going to choke down another pill

Pop Sonnet #1157

Softest landing of the day
Could have faded into scene two
Could make the changing of the clay
Seem too difficult to do

But the list is raging on
About the writings that are left
Go ahead and pray until dawn
An opera that was feeling cleft

After all my mind doesn't create sound
But sound activates the mind at least
What more is here to be found
What is left to be past fleeced

An underscore of locus in the gentle tide
Turning to prevent the fall, someone would have lied

Pop Sonnet #1158

But not to me the risk is clear
About a second or two later
And leaving it up to the queer
Wonder why she stayed here

Of course there is a line drawn thick
About the asking for what is told
That object that returns to wick
Another candle in the mold

What shape and smell will sell the flame
That sparks on with a fury
And completes objects in the game
When you have to worry

Could have developed another spot
Without canceling your previous thought

Pop Sonnet #1159

Illusions used to rest my case
Lost the proper clock
Out of vision in the chase
Could have thrown the block

For a simple make of auto drive
For the day we stopped and looked
Could have really come alive
When the driver was booked

And now I help with all I've got
A simple type of training
To go through and hide the knot
Against the tent when raining

Valueless advice that runs all around
Couldn't hear a single sound