Thursday, June 19, 2014

Pop Sonnet #1380

Timing counts for circle act
In the twisted several count all
Dubious habit is a fact
Until the notion fills up the mall

That what is for sale
Makes effort banks
Coming in from micro pale
The worry in the tanks

Rumble on for days in the city
Run around band of bones
That bring back proper giddy
The lookout in the stones

To make any sense would be at fault
Trying out a different malt

Pop Sonnet #1381

Have another start the bill
Going to to the fantasy house
That sparks a finished kill
From the way that douse

The other reasons for a sign
Make them in there grand
Often filled with all design
And run around the brand

Fact is there withering out
Underneath the told
Going to find the route
After all it is quite mold

From where the way it used to be
Clock us all been out until the fee

Pop Sonnet #1382

Spike a monkey when is far right
Raking back into the sink
Think until I each until the light
Going into the roller rink

That cartoon that make you laugh
Until time the ends the show
It is all as little graph
Until find the dunk into grows

That joke that sentence let
The make it quake until
All that let is the bet
And go ahead still

That marginalize into soldiered can
And start up that fancy fan

Pop Sonnet #1383

To the entrance for museum school
Can take a place to where go
That insolence another type fool
And just spark a certain flow

Aghast the spurn unto the book
The magic that potent runs
To walk back into a nook
That gets a different gun

Legal to own one true
Mythology takes turns
And if a different feeling new
All will find the extra burns

Not sure what is wishing here
Can the limit makes it clear

Pop Sonnet #1384

Count me in I'm finished here
Throwing for a loop
Carefully to sip the beer
And drop the feeling stoop

Unless the ladder strengthens care
Into the fire rent
To make a different in the stare
And walk back to the dent

That brought a big type vehicular rush
The paper is upon the crush
And take the pillow made of plush
The angle takes a new hush

Because softer and louder makes the song
Do you have to wake what is wrong

Pop Sonnet #1385

Or is something else so potent joke
Right on for the while
And go ahead for go to broke
And land about a mile

Away from the hard against the grain
Gone in Summer rain
That feeling when you wane
Back becoming sane

To electrify the circuit wound
Going back to a different beat
Another type of different sound
And try to beat the heat

Because now the symptoms pour it loose
Going after the caboose

Pop Sonnet #1386

Moving across a different space
Going to refine that style
To a point into the lace
That goes unto the tile

That fell apart when washed
A lot will simply go again
And now you are getting so sloshed
You don't know what will sin

Against humanity dear
A feel of another type
That can stare with a leer
The war was ending just as ripe

To take a counter point and change
And fitting right into the range

Pop Sonnet #1387

Strike the chorus dismiss the gnaw
In effect the ultimate drive
Until you find the hidden flaw
That going to be the new hive

Of a thousand piece puzzle
Waiting to be solved
And to capture the dog in muzzle
I will never be involved

That dog is just too cute for me
Feeding on the principle store
And setting up a fire for tea
That warms you in the bore

But always worth the missing piece
And watch the flying away of geese

Pop Sonnet #1388

Knock me in don't knock me out
Clever when you feel the doubt
Gone in the soul of shout
And picking feeling in the bout

That counts tomorrow going sane
Dancing mercy ride the train
Filibuster is the pain
But will lead to administered rain

That scheduled time for what is worth
A thousand pardons overjoyed
To match a system that works Earth
For the principle employed

Still I run to far away lands
Going to put it in your hands

Pop Sonnet #1389

Heavy as the penance preys
Going to half a mile walk
And the hope that it is a phase
Here I am racing the clock

But what to do when all is gone
A paradoxical find
And I will be here until dawn
That messes with my mind

In simple terms I may have won
The dream of other movies published soon
There is all kinds of fun
Playing in the Summer moon

A word or two used an awful lot
There is wisdom that you sought

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