Saturday, July 12, 2014

Pop Sonnet #1600

Several lines of black out almost
Got to get back to the stage
And fire all the magic ghost
Is the banter in the page

That goes on for quite sometime it is said
When the label bakes the bread
And to find out if they have read
The part about the puppet thread

When forced to say just what you want
Have to try on a size that may work
Unless there is more to be in front
Already gone to ask the clerk

Will there be a way to grow
And find out quite if you know

Pop Sonnet #1601

Get behind the rarity wear
Go to slice up the way
And to market when they stare
Prove without a journey stay

Along the way I made it back
Got to find if there is a hack
Winter played the whole thing crack
Along the icy black

Had to record what worked for me
If there had been something else
Went to ask you for the glee
Of being so full of welts

That get to fry a bit upward
To run back to the first herd

Pop Sonnet #1602

Jump for joy the heat is back
Turned on so thick along
The way that ties you lack
With a kick to the song

And if that lesson brings
Everything it sings
With the company of kings
To find out for days and things

Got to smile when you laugh
Even if you had your share
And take up your needed staff
For the walk into care

That militant was into the wild
Freeze along the happy child

Pop Sonnet #1603

After the picture resonates
Along the coil of the starter grove
Along the road of states
That all had gone when wove

Shred back to the type of game
Hear you turn to the same
Of the keeper of the shame
And ask if there is poison frame

To keep a balance in the week
Finding more philosophy used
In the day when reading sleek
Along the goals of the abused

To work out the fragments in the still
And go back to where it is real

Pop Sonnet #1604

My mind just went somewhere other
Over where it should reside
Got to ask something of mother
And then go back and hide

Along the context of the verse
Still I go and act for the worse
That hoping clear for all that nurse
To break one day as said the curse

To allow the middle all to match
But the first and third differ
And all you do is ask to catch
The ball feels a little stiffer

When asked to go and get it back
I thought there would be every stack

Pop Sonnet #1605

Hard to concentrate at all
There are other things to know
And if there is factor doll
Of when to spread the show

Outside growth pocket of living
Makes the isolated branch
The way of all the giving
And then spread out on the ranch

That so much land will give great space
To party until it is gone
And skip the rule in the place
And check out the sky at dawn

Kind of looks like a painting
And enough to be fainting

Pop Sonnet #1606

Come all this way to be behind
And the course will be signed
For the doorway mind
Is cognitive in the kind

Of pressure that sells too short
Go back again after abort
The lesser wave of cosmic court
And steal away into the fort

Where you played all to just pretend
And got certainty to lend
Pause along the last of friend
And fly it in the wind

Behind you will catch speed
If you still make sure to read

Pop Sonnet #1607

Feels like it just goes on
Without me even doing much
And if you can lover gone
As going to get your crutch

When the kindness overwhelms
Prairie mercy for the way
That grabs onto the mighty helms
And features the bay

Of all the sea invite
Turning over to the right
And I do at least have light
Among this wall of all the sight

Pop Sonnet #1608

Teachers make a hopeful noise
Along their superlative features
They are always at the poise
Evolutionary creatures

So they don't believe in us
Cannot be the reason why
You will have to add the cuss
Along with every try

Because when you ask to
There could be through
Another vault blew
Back into the due

Of circumstance that made us pay
At least now there is a way

Pop Sonnet #1609

Thrilled to be quite finished here
Got to head back there next year
And to keep the giant fear
Of the way to ask is near

To relieve the awful spread
And to break off some lead
To remind us where the head
Is going to turn around instead

That practice of a game is nice
Think it over with some ice
Turning over once or twice
Until sleep knocks out like a splice

In time's vortex that portal travels
But the future here unravels

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