Pop Sonnet #1170

Exhausted at last knew it would
Happen after awhile knowing
That this sleep will be good
Unto the furnace growing

And the left behind ship
Will float on calmer seas
But the way you ran skip
Makes it hard on the knees

I will assume the position to write
And take on a challenging goal
But reaching the end of my light
Feel like I could really be full

And off to the races we go
Merrily into the low

Pop Sonnet #1171

Credence official I gain
With a song writer skipping along
That profit to be on the lane
Of whenever things do go wrong

But expect me to finish real big
I know there's a way to the end
And if I get this new gig
With it all I will start to depend

On mercy seat thanks for the ride
Under the stopping light bloom
However long that I glide
Feels the absolute best in her room

But I think sometimes dreams go haywire
And eventually wreck into fire

Pop Sonnet #1172

Got a learning curve to go on
That fortune catches a tune
And after a go at the lawn
It will in a few days be June

The music it plays on the own
Type of convert is glass
Throw what could be thrown
And chisel the mask in the grass

Because after awhile life comes
And if you expect it to still
After the lowly heard hums
Wondering how she will

And if the feeling lingers on for awhile
Just remember to catch all the guile

Pop Sonnet #1173

Perform a miracle please
I'm asking as nice as I can
So never forget any cheese
When eating for happy the ban

That lifts you higher to a stage
And reports back the damage
Could have been all the rage
Sound off the desk to the edge

And works for awhile you notice
Out of the frail haunting course
Depletes all arriving in wrote us
To let loose the cannon of horse

That bent the horizon a little way back
And forgot to add missions in the old sack

Pop Sonnet #1174

After awhile it seems rather lengthy too
Could abide by sections of pie
That came quickly shining through
A dessert in the desert of nigh

That bores through like worms in a year or two made
A clip for a bonfire in the sky
Circles around the eyes means he staid
Out of the curtailing fly

That kept the box playing the music all night
When thoughts were as often to gain
Had quite enough out of an invite
Going to let on to the wane

And with a guitar I shred into history
Isn't the ending a nice enough mystery

Pop Sonnet #1175

Slap down the saddle hitch a ride with a ghost
Left up to wondering why
Could have staid and went into the most
Day deserving feeling we cry

And sentiment asks a nicer dream
That foliage potent around the deck
After it launches it floats on a stream
Going ahead with the wreck

And watching the boathouse rock
Violently to and fro across the waters
Makes for a understanding knock
Upon the feeling of daughters

So much more time that could have been asked
Simply put down as the new favorite task

Pop Sonnet #1176

Once again I see the numbers like before
That opening feeling of invited
Wonder if there is a boat load of lore
Wondering why you were knighted

Of course that is a lost word
On the horizons of sauna
And fancy the bottomless bird
Cage that fits all the treasures of Tijuana

When we get the gold back into the stall
Could have invited quite more
Left up to whomever makes the call
Because there's a way in the core

That remote turns the world the usual way
I found an old silly man that really wants to play

Pop Sonnet #1177

What would you do for peace
At this juncture not late
For the thing we look into trees
To find war end in the wait

Because now no one is sure
What can be held or let go
When bluffing becomes so pure
There's sometimes a way to have to sow

A planter of field work in back
That towers off of the main
And questions the often knick knack
Remaining barely but sane

That question of morals comes forward when
The seeming less will there be in

Pop Sonnet #1178

Store what you can take a grade
To the wiles of others in light
Of feeling that already made
Comes trickling into the light

And if something took a last place
That means it competed at all
But when preserving historical space
It takes time to master them fall

Into place a certain type of ease
That words just settle in
Want to feel up the apparent with please
When do you have to say when

Of course if you tried it
Then it is worth the bit

Pop Sonnet #1179

A round of course in a days work
That day wasted to catch up on rest
Is the day that the jerk
Finds he is doing the best

Without a poked conclusion logic switch
Makes amends immediate strength
Just don't slide down into the ditch
I've tested it for length

And it appears you lost your size
In a gated plain lead
It could take a few more tries
At least that is what she said

And pull out the candles when mass
Really makes you wonder who passed