Pop Sonnet #1180

Deserving a slumber to keep the old page
Routing for simply a guest
Want to turn down due to old age
But at least I received a good rest

Achieving my dreams that manifest here
A left over agenda read for
Another way to make the slowest rear
Guard for horizon in simple lore

At the locking that spreads through the day
Unless at night they come back to pay
And realize what is left up to say
Underneath moonlight down by the bay

And explore the fantasy chase
Gone in the seconds of grace

Pop Sonnet #1181

Slip on the echo stream marching for days
Under back records that combine for awhile
Symmetry can be something that stays
In the middle equal parts on the side style

Unless there's a poison that makes the heart stop
Could do favors about a circus parade
That beast just knows when to try drop
Of making the plans for the made

That empty old step of the logical pen
Dives to a motion then back
Across the meadow of the holy sin
What was it in point of fact

Add to it the plunder that exists here
Made to jealously guard the mist deer

Pop Sonnet #1182

A few swallows I've handled so well
Gone to the argument fell
Worked out for the holy hell
And returned to the shell

Cause life sometimes leaves the tracks
What about heading out to the backs
And put something inside the cracks
Got to find it in one of these sacks

Make a principle eddy for soon
Could have flown to the moon
And race the hot air balloon
Across the surface of June

That way that things go so fast
Is scary when nights do not last

Pop Sonnet #1183

Even the easy trail challenges too
Going to find out about you
Got to do more than can do
Fighting back in a blue

Kind of forgiven for all
At least for now have to stall
And washing the puke off the wall
I pass out in the section of hall

Where my apartment used to be
It was very pleasing to me
I furnished it with the clothing dirty
And gave back to whom could see

That old day is night when you make
A movie sometimes props look fake

Pop Sonnet #1184

The dragon cycles a beam
Lets off a little more steam
Cruising back to the dream
And having yourself a long scream

The day keeps the sky full of wind
And in case I am searching for friends
The left over feeling it blends
And takes a quick function of ends

That terminal hallucinating pill
You know I might try if you still
Go to take back the old mill
From the left over will

And shouting and clapping and dancing
Is a sure fire addition to romancing

Pop Sonnet #1185

Canted angles will hide the frail
Going to empty out the pail
Feeling fresh beneath the rail
Better to be fresh than stale

About the minute I look back on
The feeling that something now is gone
And wondering how I've been a pawn
And let go the deer that is just a fawn

In fact loving nature whether illusion or not
Keeps me feeling that time has forgot
About the direction that I could get caught
And recycle demons before the whole lot

Of fresh episodes come a banging inside
And treat for the size of the acre in guide

Pop Sonnet #1186

Tearing out pages of books
Searching for the old cooks
That disappeared in the looks
And caught all of the young crooks

That perfect day mastered the chief
About a tournament hold
Could file me gently in reef
That makes for potentate gold

The kind that will be around forever
No matter what falls off the edge
And could I just ask you for never
The next kind of spike is a wedge

To dream a fantasy model
And script is back to the bottle

Pop Sonnet #1187

Back to the romance of chases
A mind is a function of loss
That precedes the episode races
Of a time that is now the old boss

A curious feeling of warmth and heat
In light of the courage that has been
Whatever is the last to be beat
Is also the last to be beaten

Trick a grammar rule for a rhyme scheme
Poison to the history of words
But keep up the effort of the scream
For an occasional jumble of birds

That freeze on the patio right
Could have stopped an acceptable night

Pop Sonnet #1188

What is worth time travel to any
Got to spare the quest back for a gain
And feature the guess to the many
And wind up feeling the pain

For a ring in hang man convex
That old tracking block on the card
To find the old day for the next
Would be able to rock so very hard

And it is worth a solution to find
A bit of the trick of a mind
And anyway wonder what kind
Could send back the circus to grind

That dance when we had all the sex
Unless someone else likes the checks

Pop Sonnet #1189

A few moments that get stuck in my head
Praying for a new series of turns
That could keep this company fed
And gives back to the idol of burns

To keep food in the flow of the mix
Is to spot a loophole for a flame
That can wind up separately in Styx
Traveling backwards to find the book name

So flipping around through the pages
Might cause the whole world to change
And simply walking out of the cages
When someone pointed a finger at mange

So lift a few boxes and move them
Right now there is no way to prove him