Pop Sonnet #1340

In an unusual circumstance
Life is paid for and done
When the figure comes into chance
And retires all that won

In the common staid of all means
The supernature is born into screens
That take for what is the deans
To be the leader of scenes

To wander back into your house
After outside for awhile
Takes principles of the mouse
To be another still smile

That comes over your face very slow
And wonders all that you know

Pop Sonnet #1341

Not to mention the sale
Of driven makers made
For the ultimate veil
Of watching the arcade

To guard from here to the form
Makes us all feel quite warm
Heading back to the dorm
And avoiding another storm

In case you planned all the ways
To infinite takes on the word
You were made for the plays
That simply never had blurred

The options for one or another
You know that I am your brother

Pop Sonnet #1342

The peace inside will melt
Take back for what if not
The usual take in the veldt
To disappear when you forgot

What leaving the office does mean
When told to go out and to teach
Understand how you got that mind screen
It takes a moment to reach

The display of the happy remains
To take time out in the strains
And to change to other lanes
Is all inside the only pains

That cause you to always look back
And to demolish the outward lack

Pop Sonnet #1343

I doubted you would ever return
Under lakes that start to glisten
And if you wanted to learn
It was time to stop and listen

Because sometimes you fail to understand
What the teacher is talking about
And the professors that do get the land
Full of knowledge and no doubt

That what is lectured on is golden
Not a word wasted on us
And if there are cards you are holding
Then return with the paper you must

Two forceful endings in the stanza true
So I'll keep on singing about you

Pop Sonnet #1344

The kids on the farm that were laughing
Could have always been taking turns
Into the process of staffing
But the youth is the burns

To be young and to feel great
Is a perfect way to be
And to never show up late
Is to know what there is to see

Out in a day setting your mind
To the beat that will carry you on
Never knowing what you will find
At least for awhile your gone

And you look over the place one more glance
Then it is back to the days of Romance

Pop Sonnet #1345

Once I get back to the party scream
Fall into waking of pleasure
Then to remake an old dream
But the weight of the hefty treasure

Will bury you all in gold and gems
Find time to breath in the crush
Of being under the dim
Of the light in the old hush

That washed over the crowd for a moment
Like blinding but always with vision too
Making you watch for the foment
Of scraping the chalkboard not true

That mix of the magical way
To follow for at least a day

Pop Sonnet #1346

Waiting for the ice machine
Could return to what seen
Always into the glean
To reckon back for the green

A novice that is a fact
And novice shall always be
Without the use of the tact
To strip down and just be

The one that was born for the look
Outside of a force of desire
That reads into the subtext in the book
That never would have caught fire

Unless the way to proceed
Is a way you can supercede

Pop Sonnet #1347

The table that stood in my hard
Makes for an old dream
To float off when sleeping hard
Is something to wear a seam

Of silk across your questions soon
To wear when your out of choices
Simply relies over noon
That assortment of making voices

To hear when you need advice
That never will go away
And slowly reveal the old rice
That feeds you fully this day

To be thankful for everything
And to know just when you are king

Pop Sonnet #1348

Ever since I quit smoking
I have wondered how I will stay off
The cigarettes that always were choking
Down into my lungs to make wafts

Through the air you could smell
That famous old spell
Sometimes wakes the hell
Out of that making fail

To see a difference with the right
Going gently into the night
And sometimes bring a light
Just to avoid a fight

And that will make the vision appear
Even if it is nowhere near

Pop Sonnet #1349

Now in the filial habit
To concentrate all of the images
And if a person is rabbit
In a lifetime of missed scrimmages

Sometimes it doesn't make sense
Why one word goes and one doesn't
So just build a defense
Until someone admit that she wasn't

Going along with things quite the same
Though the purpose is feelings that are
In the heart for the way to make fame
Is to jump your bones in the back of my car

But if making love gets us into trouble
Then we will have to get out on the double