Pop Sonnet #1280

Coalesce for the time change
In a different state of mind
Climbing the whole range
And missing the find

Design for Living in the run
To make back a saucer full
And to take away your gun
Could fold in the whole

Constant for a marker
Defeat the whole break
Shouts from the barker
What is left to make

And even when the least has come true
We will still be surprised when it is all new

Pop Sonnet #1281

Literacy hopeful in the moon rocks
Going right now to take to the blocks
And find out about worship in clean socks
To take what is dreadful back to the docks

And send them on s ship
A delighted old tale
Going to at least flip
Over the rail

And reorder distinction without a track
That could keep on judging the way
Full or all the way back
Can now be the way we play

So judgment so deep it lent for the fill
And now there is an arrangement to heal

Pop Sonnet #1282

Make due for certain the ache of the dread
Wind up alive better off dead
What else is there left to be said
A whole lot will go to your head

Mention in time to be in a fix
Calls back to the pattern of loss
Makes for things that will be in Styx
That river of hell you must cross

That takes seven days for a chance
At the way you all could get there
Makes for some kind of epic romance
And then the lights begin to dare

To dim into uncertain flipping through channels
And if your not careful you'll tear all the flannels

Pop Sonnet #1283

Cold in the summer to contradict you
Going to find out just who is through
The whole spectator sport gone in a new
Kind of fixation for bottoms of clue

That word that really never made too much sense
Going to find out what takes it all back
And then at least in the middle of defense
There will be plenty of time to feel lack

Because a physical dependency is what it is
A lifetime of subjecting to the curse
And if you figure out what creates his
Ultimate pillow for the whole terse

Put it anyway you would and will
Don't really care they are going there still

Pop Sonnet #1284

Fortunately for all there is always one less
But that doesn't get you out of the mess
Could you at least take the time to guess
Going to tell on everyone at recess

There is an ability to fall for a dream
Inside the acting to the great ideal
And if the imprint is what it seems
Going back to at least what you feel

That pressure that lingers after the hush
And each day is different but labor on
Makes for a question left in the rush
Could have cycled a hundred for what is gone

And even if left all the way alone
There is still always that skill to hone

Pop Sonnet #1285

Taking chances with the only left goal
Trying to finish before the feeling turns
Going on a binge to get to the hole
That never no matter how often learns

Going to burn all that gets in the way
Going to find paradise if it kills
And the left over one that felt to pray
Will never seem to know what wills

Instead of interpreting codes
I'll buy a bank with a loan
Than find out what is the loads
For a foolish kind of groan

That is let out from debt that cannot be paid
Unless someone else finds out who stayed

Pop Sonnet #1286

Lesson learned fast wasn't left to wait
Underneath the wish there is a small hold
That creates an absurd block at the gate
And dives into a big pile of gold

That helping could glance to the old
Design underling to refine the answer
And to take back what is sold
Under the demise of a full dancer

That reminds you to bleed in due course
Could wind up winning back the final
That took back sometime for the source
Never forgetting the turn table vinyl

To come back into place so we can give a listen
Never quite sure of anything missing

Pop Sonnet #1287

So curb back your rage it is a little too harsh
Caused anything to go back in the lost
Days that I searched around the maze marsh
That left anything up to crossed

A feeling point matters to left over guessing
Find out about anyone at all that stayed
And if you just cannot keep from messing
Wondering who else may have gotten played

Take time out for your non-agenda soon
Bark like a dog at who sent to school
That old plate full of the old balloon
Try to eat plastic and then look like a fool

Full of the candor that frees up the talk
Really I'd rather just go for a walk

Pop Sonnet #1288

Whether you like it or not it remains there
Going to look at it until I stare
And if I do not have change for the fare
I would forget who remembers the bare

And back in the freedom I once entertained
Not really sure what else I have gained
Taking back what could always be reigned
And then watch the emotion for that is too feigned

That eclipse that recurs without a look
Makes you think that you have to cook
For the number is similar in an old book
And caught up again like a worm on a hook

Fancy the sort of banter that gets in
You'll never want to get in again

Pop Sonnet #1289

The wind yesterday was moving too fast
Cannot abide by the damage it made
And make sure you know what is last
When taking upon the noble kind played

An argument soft against the old ship
Could have rode in another type
That forced back into the lip
The filibuster with courage to ripe

Up the rampart that blew up in your face
Could maybe assault the next handle
And just to add another object to the chase
Chase after the trail of the candle

But when you find the objectified ending
Then you will know what words to be sending