Pop Sonnet #1160

Treated to a field of whispers
Shade beneath the frost
Haunted by a crowd disappears
Wonder what could more be lost

Ever in the segway portion
To find an old relic bone
That makes a deal with fortune
Could have been left alone

Make a forcing cram the region
To be slaying microcosm thinks
To rejoin the entire legion
And watch carefully what drinks

The purest form of crushing blows
And steady so steady as she goes

Pop Sonnet #1161

Consider backing up a slight
Caused an eternal sign for more
Can you put up a fight
Could you run through the store

That kept a place for bikers too
An autumn feeling in summer
Could have stirred the presence few
Turned into a dumber

Potential of prize a common mistake
Not that I could entitle the thrown
Gone to return back to fake
I may go it all alone

Of course all is with me in the course
Speak to me in language morse

Pop Sonnet #1162

Spectator lingers on the field
Sympathy to the richest
Have to recharge the entire guild
Got to buy a glitch chest

Wonder what it even is
Absurd to design a golden star
Fading into the glass fizz
To make up for the lost far

That region for a syntax mistake
A look back on the preferred method quick
Unless you need to steal a rake
And save the time for one last trick

Unless it is almost time to go
Then someone will activate the show

Pop Sonnet #1163

Form a license round the chair
Sympathy to keep the sound
Unless the object flies in air
Then what can keep aground

A sight of all that keeps sturdy
Feeling like there is a point of loss
That could wind up being wordy
Or could nail me to the cross

And of course a cottage peace
That gets loud when avoiding
Watch the whole gang of cheese
Disappear into the void bring

Shelter to form a line around
The entire episodic found

Pop Sonnet #1164

Hatch a distant thought demise
From the presence into present
That defied a curtailed size
Being about the left for it went

Into a softer lime of dust
That replaced the offer of bronze
An age gone by want to trust
And hanging out with those ons

On or off it seems to matter
What could ever be misplaced
Forced the record into clatter
And once in awhile it is all chased

Back to the gravity that brought us down
Unless sympathy was still around

Pop Sonnet #1165

Catch the form for laughter shot
Feeling like that every once in awhile
Now you take it for what it is not
Unless you still remain on file

The dizzy race of making back
Volunteer for all the doings
And goings on that get back
Unto foggy feeling cooing

That gentle kiss of frothed clothes
Until a waking sound brings up
What can totally be arose
Until the time for us to sup

Will catch a hold of rice and banter
Could have dodged the entire planter

Pop Sonnet #1166

Shield the light to escape a tunnel
Got it all wrong in the deed
Separate and pour down a funnel
Oil when the machine is in need

To illustrate that old fine pointer does
Alleviate the box of candy
To make sure someone was
Feeling momentarily handy

An obscure mining for the dance
Take another with you
That separate meaning for a chance
Could have made from scratch too

Unless the objective grows simple too
Could have spotted the field for you

Pop Sonnet #1167

Treading water for an hour
To make up for what you miss
Could have played the day for flower
On the time to catch your sis

Trading posts to keep us scared
Couldn't take a course for fun
Sit in will notice the keep paired
To be at a decent run

That separates it in honor for
An outside certain that is serpent
For the nice one does implore
Just try to wait for a good Lent

That you gave up so much too
Brought you back to one or two

Pop Sonnet #1168

Separate the ocean charts
Cause a stir in the room
And bring back the lost darts
Discovery into the flume

That host of windows to watch
Out the back door of bragging
Just to dream about the notch
And the epic is still lagging

So design the way to end
All of the certain goals at hand
Doesn't matter if you bend
Could have had a way so grand

Why suddenly all the could have beens
Maybe they will make you grin

Pop Sonnet #1169

One more time down the chute
Like a slide it feels absolute
Taking time to know the route
And dropped the lesson of the flute

Make sure not to could be here
Wonder for awhile dear
Obsolete the quest is clear
Going to run course with beer

And the shell that I've become
Empty like a thought of some
When the time will really come
And I feel so outward dumb

That I raced to find complete
But I still feel obsolete