Pop Sonnet #940

Whatever clears the bottom round
From tanking in the sea
The clearly ranked and the abound
With darkest eternally

And sever ties with practice youth
The seething sits on by
That holy place where we want truth
About a sacred lie

That has been in my prayers for weeks
Make no mistake about the way
Going on for more that creeks
About the passing fray

Never make sense of a pure potion
That application has to create motion

Pop Sonnet #941

The lessen plan in still right here
Found it next to your suit and tie
To make a tempter be the year
For then you will not die

And a small fight before the reason
Not to ever even pretend your anger
Sometime soon will be the season
Without the claws and all the fang her

Sobriety is now the plan for all
Unless you want to wreck yourself
Be phantom of the ball
That craves October with an Elf

Sneeze it all off the screen
And find out what the combo means

Pop Sonnet #942

Oppression comes to those that wear
The karma of another person
Because to share the load is bare
That taxi to the cursing

Never mind if you get offensive
That is fine by me
Yet again this gets expensive
When you find what you need

And checkered flags of rabbit hunt
Slouching on the job
Helps that rain to make a runt
Fold in the next nob

Of nodules that will be for changing
Even time can be a strange thing

Pop Sonnet #943

Take an active course in the pleasure to imbibe
But without the feeling gone
I never would have described
The effort that is about the lawn

Grows real fast like need to shave
In the wreck of the rest
To make a simple ice cave
That will wear the Mythril best

That active place that cannot see
The tides change back to salt
And curly more the all time spree
When no one is at fault

So curse the record on the ship
And force yourself to hit the skip

Pop Sonnet #944

That ring I hear doesn't have to do
With any part that I get through
And trumpets steady when they grew
A thousand paradises knew

That joining would be without a sport
In the lower upper court
That brought us back the report
Of handling the baggage fort

The sympathy that rests with her
Without fixing for the stir
Bring your whole bag of Myrrh
And deliver what you used to lure

That sympathy note for small unbinding
Resting in the hall of rewinding

Pop Sonnet #945

Piece together almost done
The clothes in the spin cycle next
Without the logic of the gun
You could go for the text

That sometimes gets wobbly here
Without an effort to lift an ear
For the fulcrum that is near
That average dream of Church's leer

Which makes mistakes govern wealth
And guides you back to home with stealth
Offers dozens for the health
To somewhat work for the shelf

Of organized chronological discs
Sympathy for all the risks

Pop Sonnet #946

Yes you could say that all is well
Just enjoy for what it is
The whole day that made a jail
For the open list

That strikes a harper quite impale
For the time that treads the trail
And the spirit in the whale
Residing furthermore in jail

Make no mistake to join back to the top
Without experience might be a flop
But you'll know exactly just when to drop
And never mind the thing that hears you to stop

Because whatever comes it will be all worthwhile
You will go out with writerly style

Pop Sonnet #947

Must be difficult to rewrite for days
All of the sympathy turns back to water
Under the park light with fixed gaze
To steal back the Pharaoh's daughter

That guy who stands to close to the brink
Without even sure of how someone can think
About all the days the emptiness kink
In the rope to find two kinds of blink

Make for a bust the shot in the can
Don't find out that your American
Maybe you have a worldwide fan
Base that reminds you to catch all the man

That went to go digging another type of grave
And just about then is when you clicked save

Pop Sonnet #948

After awhile it goes to your head
About the philosophy that can save tread
For all the pencils with broken lead
And never want you to wind up dead

Unless that is your choice in the running
Make sure you know which way to run
And never mind hidden choices for gunning
Just about time to lay down your gun

And paranormal factions will cycle the Earth
Forget about the bag man that leaves you broke
Forget about all that you could be worth
And tear up the level you spoke

On bruised wheel of windowpane
Save the coffee for when it rains

Pop Sonnet #949

Making noise on the collage on the wall
Save the hustle for finals in Fall
And the expatriate that made a phone call
Ran into the slinger around the old stall

That used to ride for dozens of mismatched agrees
Sometimes you write like a lot better on your knees
But there is a comfort in all that is please
Of course if you get hungry there is some cheese

Around the old kitchen you venture in
Looks like there is plenty to clean up and end
And if you start over you'll still reach the again
The moment the words switched is when you do send

The program to all of the involved participation
And then again you could just watch The Birth of a Nation