Pop Sonnet #1470

Wonder what will happen next
Now that there is a second chance
Type of thing that text
A proper type of dance

That illustrates what will be there
A comfort made to last
And got right in the midst of stare
So potent that it is fast

And encourages that time to buy
A left over type of grain
To take you back into the lie
And feed you with the sane

That cattle guard abrupt the gate
To lead you even if you are late

Pop Sonnet #1471

Don't get up at all
If you are headed for victory
And if there is a call
Check again and you will be

Another type of maiden
That swept along the shore
And handed feather laden
Microphone for more

That common type of call
To stick into the sand
And run on down the hall
To break a gentle band

That will be around for days
No matter how are the ways

Pop Sonnet #1472

Which really says a lot
About the furnish in the mint
That takes a crystal clot
And ferments in the stint

Of saving time and muscle
From the fruit basket of life
And runs to cause the hustle
Underneath the knife

To care is daisy singing
About a feeling pan
That sometimes left up bringing
Too clear about the fan

So enjoy the absurd play of crosses
And make sure to count your losses

Pop Sonnet #1473

A deemed police of rising
Set making in the bill
That ultimate disguising
To set forth on the deal

That collided with the paint
As dizzy as your list
And asked for just what ain't
Beneath what makes you pissed

Still sometimes the underline
Comes creeping barely long
That objects to what is thine
To still you in a throng

And ask for coins to operate
When they have the machine of late

Pop Sonnet #1474

And ask again what certainty
Can bring along a gun
To operate for whether plea
Is how to make you run

For backwards empty paralyzed
Beneath the compromise
That always asked twice for the wised
Up cracker in the size

And if the structure of the words
Comes fading into risk
That won't have a proper nerd
To make a sudden frisk

Necessary when taking off
At least turn away when you cough

Pop Sonnet #1475

Or look at me to poison tree
That race of all the crime
That certainly will have to agree
And settle all the time

For proper taking of the suit
That could have worn the day
And properly fixed on your root
That pulled up come what may

The only offer I would take
Is one made by mistake
And freezing you will not be fake
Unless there is a mind to shake

And consequently turned away
Because of what you had to say

Pop Sonnet #1476

So far so close so go again
And turn your face into
The corner where there is a grin
Of phony types of glue

That cannot hold a string
To paper if it is stuck
And ask me what you should all bring
If you run into a truck

Or the luck diminishes anyway
That beast of offered day
And completely miss the say
When you sit down to just pray

Unless that back fires too
How strongly can I think for you

Pop Sonnet #1477

A double visit from the beast
That designs lackluster art
Underneath the posing priest
That shines into the start

Where moving slowly goes to fast
An ancient type of pain
And building cores to make the last
Come back into the feign

That movement that you did not mean
Unless implodes for fiction
And tried to get back to the spleen
Without creating friction

To release a honeydew
And try to cool down to the crew

Pop Sonnet #1478

Once in awhile time goes by
Without making a noise
But if you heard the die
Of lost heart in the boys

That really brought you down last week
A memory that busts
And search again among the streak
Of all the potent lusts

To haunt a set apart code down
That filament can buy
Is all that left her on the brown
To dust can make you try

And permeate the institution frightened over waves
That could have simply asked what works when it really saves

Pop Sonnet #1479

Flow around the children go
A simple type of task
Did it really hurt the grow
When no one had to ask

And does it feel just wasting
Time and words and that
Could be what is forthright tasting
The wounded starving rat

That gave up all your covers
For a heightened precipice
And wondered what if lovers
Come fighting over this

Turn of the century feeling
Never again will I catch you stealing