Friday, July 18, 2014

Pop Sonnet #1660

The way back to the seam
Exists in plentitude vortex
The thing that is deem
Of all of the sure text

That sprung through horizons
In seasons of Zen
That come over already surprising
The context that has been

Along with most others
It suits one for practice
And plenty of mothers
That planted some cactus

And trip on the vine of a slip of paper
After all the timeless place here

Pop Sonnet #1661

One by one spreads the word
That flesh in word comes through
A bliss of hypnotic stirred
The ingredients for you

That spent around the mother lode
On clothing for your back
And worship in the river flowed
Confident in fact

The pain it takes to press on now
When almost guarding off
The feeling of deliberate bow
To meaning more in the soft

The letter cue that drifts on past
And is always made to last

Pop Sonnet #1662

Never leave a prince for chair
Got to terminate the stare
And for what is beauty rare
Among the course that exists there

Along the back roads by
All the while the eternal fly
And for feature that doth cry
In a mounted giant eye

For the tear that started rain
Into a source below the gain
Underneath the phantom vane
And to stand for the insane

Is always good it is a thought
Of how you really got

Pop Sonnet #1663

Back and partied down
Before heaven could come around
To the barrier that drown
While making a conscious sound

That plagiarized the word that springs
Along the present moment of all
The handling that only brings
The common good along the wall

Of freedom in the countries world
That is what the people want
And need for the whole is curled
Along the intercept in front

So go along with where it lies
Answer me for longer ties

Pop Sonnet #1664

Laughing because I forgot just how
I made this into words to type just now
And for the wagon I will fix somehow
Along with the frustrations of brow

Beat to the next poison patrol
Back into thoughts that float
Into the void that echoes the skull
And catches the sacrificial goat

That old impairment that strikes a fashion
Could be comfort that came along
When something else is what brings cash in
I would like to generate theater long

That old comfort zone never was crossed
For what it was about I am all but lost

Pop Sonnet #1665

These are not coming easy today
For what it is worth I've got to go by
The understanding of what they
Find knowledge and wisdom no lie

To understand time through a portal
A remedy to the blow of comfort
Or ask to go through the wormhole
That barely ever stunned the alert

Because with a few missions
Never expiring then and now
In isolated decisions
I felt obliged to dance somehow

Behind the cottage is immanent in the old gain
Going to hang out next to the rain

Pop Sonnet #1666

Evil number matches
Here are employed
Long as you hang by the batches
Of textual avoid

That simple feeling
You were all but dated
And if believing in the dealing
But turned over the rated

For along the silver bust
That sprang forth in vision guiding
The well known us for plussed
To be ill or kissed in hiding

From a habit strongly broken
Whatever else has been spoken

Pop Sonnet #1667

Sometimes a day off gets productive
That is the way to remain seductive
In all I am feeling a bit constructive
Along with as well I'm instructive

Do those words thyme or is it just me
Got to get personal and go with it all
By the way you will find out at sea
To comfort ability wall

That single majority lapse in the shade
Got to find aura already been made
And for the animosity equation staid
Along with the comfort invade

As long as this time no one rats me out
That is what poetry should be about

Pop Sonnet #1668

Been quite awhile since I had a break
Choosing not to answer the phone
Unless it comes to my cell mistake
And I wind up for awhile alone

Are you trying for trouble
Is there a break in your fix
Going out for the double
And spinning back to the mix

Of a certain gravity board
Got to hook onto the door
That purposefully adored
The seating next to the more

Of you I find purpose in feeling
Extra credit to the fixed ceiling

Pop Sonnet #1669

And in the break of thoughts
All torment dissipates from time
Youth in abundance until the age of the spots
Of all that you bought with a dime

But then it all makes some sense
Going back and forth between homes
And wind up feeling dense
For the quintessential poems

That shed a light on solid Earth
Finding out it is more than worth
All the ways I have to birth
The understatement of the girth

That was attached along the years
Where without would be the fears

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