Pop Sonnet #1620

How healthy is this script
Gone to where they show
A place that is not slipped
Of off the handle grow

The asking of the handle
Is memory in a dish
That exploding candle
Is traveling with fish

And if the export feeling
Is coming back around
Then wild is the reeling
From what is left in pound

And watery is the mix of liquor
Could have stung you even quicker

Pop Sonnet #1621

Could I illustrate the way
Got to kneel and do the only
Type of way to pray
So I will still be lonely

And ask a latitude approach
That cynic in the wince
That left me playing on the coach
And ask again for rinse

Apply the nearby docking plan
To take a gentle air
And knock back into the fan
The fix when things are there

To be along a frightening course
And hope the best are kissing whores

Pop Sonnet #1622

When rest is evasive still
And gone to be that type
Is arresting in the mill
The sensitive is ripe

That makes a way to pick on
The golden type of set
That listing all the ways to pawn
Before we have even met

And get me what I need oh please
I am waiting to hear back
When I get down on my knees
And beg you for the sack

Of all the airy local compass eternity is ready
Make sure all the camerawork is actually steady

Pop Sonnet #1623

And I will wait for a day to pass
Unless you think it is here
The day when going to the mass
Will bring the feeling near

To excavate the temple grounds
And leave a pillar struck
To ask for a few more rounds
The pillage in the truck

That asked to deliver certain
A left over docking clue
The way to get the curtain
And to always be true

When it sounds like there is a problem soon
Just take a chance to ride until noon

Pop Sonnet #1624

And ask for dear dad lightly
He has made several cases
For the way to get rightly
All four of the deck's aces

That clear cut shedding out of skin
To snake the way of life
And ask you where you might begin
After you drop the knife

And will I go on an adventure
Tossed around the car
To take back the only cure
And lost in time the far

The asking of the bringing lunch
I think I am having a hunch

Pop Sonnet #1625

Will I build a boat instead
Or swim across the flood
How much of it have you read
And it was not a dud

The real deal has come upon
A memory or two to go
That lingers counting simply on
The way back to the show

Or point me in direction feet
That will be asked to walk
Along the course of the defeat
And ask you when you talk

The only hour left to demand
Is sinking like the muddy sand

Pop Sonnet #1626

Unless you want to sink as well
And drink up all the sea
To fall into an old type fell
That was written just for me

To paralyze the after fact
An opportune thought here
Is going to get back to tact
Along the pace of beer

When I had been a receiving
Quarter master in the data bank
And if you could all be leaving
Long as I have rank

Among the others that are there
And you should know that I care

Pop Sonnet #1627

Feel the burn when crossing here
To make a stand for what is right
And ask you gently for the year
That came back in tonight

And steering for the isolation
Long as there are friends
Along the lines of your probation
And now I need the ends

Because the travel part is here
To take it all to task
FInd out why it is so clear
And reapply the mask

To take a corner type along
And go back to the singing song

Pop Sonnet #1628

Almost time to get a call
From those that know best
And I will show up this fall
To escape the rest

That belies along the base
And comfort zone is breached
To pull out the simple case
And stayed to here the preached

The sermon went on for hours
And I loved it all
Until the time came for the showers
To reach in for the ball

That dances round the field like fire
And it is time for all of your desire

Pop Sonnet #1629

So the agenda works again
For a day of hourglass approach
And to be the certain
Way to feel a roach

That provides a single thought
Along the course of matches
That can be the tiny shot
Or big like your old catches

That perpetuate an honest meal
To be asked for simple diets
And if that is the way you feel
Make sure that they know the quiets

The types that stuck around for years
And gave us all their daily cheers