Pop Sonnet #1300

Well played suit to match
Going off the base
Proper insinuate hatch
Giving up the race

And if the echo is twice
Wondering if this ever makes
A couple to feel perfected mice
That die in the perfect wake

And scoot off to breakfast soon
Of course if there is a dying breed
Going over to the spoon
That allowed a proper deed

And giving awe and reverence to the one
That finally showed you how it is done

Pop Sonnet #1301

Keys rustle in the shake of illusory feelings
Going to go back to the second chance
And I looked through all of the stealing
That could have been considered dance

To talk for hours about the shape
That could have presently formed
And taking back the certain cape
Presently used to get warm

And if the parable appears again
I'll let you know where to go
That day of the object is when
The tides will turn again you know

And rustle back hunger for the fear makes you grab
On to the ideals that take one last stab

Pop Sonnet #1302

Orchestrate words that are fond of all
Going to catch the last waking ground
That is to share with sympathy doll
Create a factor with bound

The number in tiny mistakes
Left over feeling the date
That plays so often in the old stakes
Never mind if there is still a plate

Because it is a zoo of character flaws
That all filter in even on pause
And not really sure about the cause
Just obey all of the laws

When the script has been written
And no one has really been bitten

Pop Sonnet #1303

Little beats of pigments fill the path
And after all there is a gentler bath
Going to find all about wrath
And just to fix the segmented math

That comes in on a chance for the blink
And serves a purpose what you might think
For the notice that routine will sink
Just let me ask is that blood you drink

When paralyzed and the sympathy vote
Can find out about what you all wrote
And it is way too warm for a coat
But at least in awhile you'll be on the boat

Out to sea the clip makes deals for the charm
And gives you double for avoiding the farm

Pop Sonnet #1304

And anyway you look you would have made
A whole lot of processes left in the grade
After awhile you will have to get laid
Unless no one here ever gets paid

When invitations go south for the prayer
Keep up that perfect of stare
That keeps you established bare
And asks for a simple cab fare

To escape with you life is all that you ask
Unless you come wheeling back to the task
That simply forgets to put on a mask
And spreads the paradigm clear to the cask

That takes precious energy just to admit
Without trying to throw a last fit

Pop Sonnet #1305

If you look tired when you go to your goal
Now you know lately what hasn't been whole
And for the courage to be all the way full
Glad that once in awhile you pull

Back the shades to encounter the sun
Going to have to go back to the run
Even if you don't turn out all done
Unless you know someone

That can take fashion and turn it upside
Down for awhile in time you'll ride
Along with the merit into the confide
In someone that will teach you to glide

Back to encounters with the most still in tact
Going to find out about all of the facts

Pop Sonnet #1306

Presently spoken without a turn
Going to one day feel the burn
And by now you should learn
Going to have to be a bit stern

Feeling so empty waiting to play
Have to find out some other day
For you look gorgeous that way
And that is clearly what to say

Can you apologize for the old lie
That kept a number up in the eye
Reeling back to poke the sky
And just you complete the try

That the angle haunted back more
Could have felt later into the core

Pop Sonnet #1307

And as long as your work all gets to finish
Maybe could have waited to wish
And take an account for your gold fish
And watch a movie with Lillian Gish

That famous old silent player was best
Going to find out there was a test
For all the time that you can invest
What ever made you get up and get dressed

Was a sign that things went the right way
Wondering what next dream will have play
Going to find out the next thing to say
And then you will complete the whole day

Figuring out the last lift for the start
And that is simply the whole of the art

Pop Sonnet #1308

Why did you just have to give me the look
As if you hadn't read the whole book
Start again deep down the feeling of hook
Going into your skin and stealing like crooks

That may have warped a generous mind
What else do you really expect to find
And after all you make it to shined
That fact that you could have really signed

A fancier image without a load
That will most certainly feel the abode
And return quickly back to the road
Without a way to be here in the mode

That functions proper with a primer
And did you really defeat the timer

Pop Sonnet #1309

Maybe there is still a way to get made
Unless all the ways found out they had played
So you escape somewhere to the shade
And ask anyone if they had stayed

To the last laugh causal depending
After all keep trying to be sending
And there is time for the way is now lending
When there is still a point for offending

The laughter where does it come from
And miracles will cure my thumb
After all going blind from too much Rum
When did you find out I have to come

The chief of police is asking for state
Law to be followed up to the gate