Pop Sonnet #1500

Going nowhere fast as I can
Tell me about the years
That you made every person understand
And canned the rest of the tears

For metaperformance into the mix
Cannot complain about goals
After awhile I survived the six
Shooter that canceled my tolls

That were taken up with care
Of course no one knew why
Unless there was anything in the air
Could find out why to try

That aching old feeling that you've done it again
And then really no one can do it when

Pop Sonnet #1501

You were telling me plenty
That could not have waited
Got to feel a little runty
From the poem that fated

A writing time out for the dizzy effect
Never mind going to win it all
And if you catch me out of the sect
You may pronounce at the ball

Going to kiss you if I have the strength
Because for now I have wondered
Absolute try out for all my length
And again with her I have blundered

Back and forth between the poles
Got to rely on my kindred roles

Pop Sonnet #1502

The question is how to reach the defeat
When you thought there could be more
But you were so wrong to consider the meet
Of the fellows that perfected the lore

Of ages and all that can be considered real
Make sure you ask me for the next reel
Of zombie footage before it was a skill
At everyone else I have thrown the wheel

Of calamity righteous in photo tap
Could relax now there is a map
And I think I am nearing the cap
Without spoiling that time cherished sap

That lives and thrives like any old form
And that is positively like the norm

Pop Sonnet #1503

But what if the effort comes to the revenge
Of the whole soldier that appeared
And after awhile it comes of the hinge
And left nothing more to be steered

Toward the horizon if the ship can make it
But by now you probably had to
Wonder if anyone more could fake it
Back into the whereabouts flew

To an island where I would do nothing but write
And ask for breaks not receiving
Sometimes I may have to burn out the light
When I had others believing

But if only I believe it alone
No one would have to really groan

Pop Sonnet #1504

Just making sure not to go for a record
Because it would get too insane
How much harder will it be exhort
The property is mine in vain

Because once stolen it grows to a work
And causes more of the fame cycle such
So how in the hell could the old jerk
Have to at least have this much

If you are impressed with where it all goes
Should have required to build on the nose
Watch for the dying the sheet for the crows
And if it goes higher it will make the lows

When it comes down from such a height
And the fame faded that very night

Pop Sonnet #1505

But some dreams stop lasting
As soon as they are over with
And I wonder whom I will be casting
Next movie is the fourth or fifth

So many projects still to be done
So many left unfinished still
And as long the director has fun
The project once in awhile will

Come about and add to my best
Simply to be observed like the rest
And to get ideas off of my chest
Not that I'm asking you to invest

Because one thing we never talk about is money
Which is something that always gets sunny

Pop Sonnet #1506

Time starts to lapse automaton watch
The clock in the stable is up a bit
And if there is verse I maybe botch
Just watch out for the desire to fit

Unlike choosing words that always make sense
There is an okay dose of the absurd
To trek around the perimeter fence
Is as scary as violent word

That emanates the crisis back to a plan
Of figuring out what no one can
And works for familiarity ran
Down the back of the workable fan

In case an object took it to task
All that you have done is all that I ask

Pop Sonnet #1507

Workable logic comes back into play
Starting to feel how far away
That goal that never comes to pray
When objects need vision beyond what they say

Ask for anything it will come true
Unless you know it is bad for you
Obsolete lessons come give memory new
And fake so often in case of due

Course that asks for it to be put away
And nothing more will ever stay
As long as it is put indeed to the way
That the first of the rhyming is the day

Of verses that never get old
That is because the verses are gold

Pop Sonnet #1508

Desire machinery into the brink
Causing anyone thinking to think
About someone going to drink
All the wine in the sink

That fills up a wineskin or two
Just make sure they are new
Because then you will know what to do
When the authorities go looking for you

And you will be right here at home
Composing togetherness of the tome
That seems to go on for quite some roam
Around looking for the poem

That answers back with questions every time
And always offers a bit of the rhyme

Pop Sonnet #1509

But to fancy a trick would spell success
Unless you are the one that got into the mess
All on your own without a stress
Of point that can only now confess

In case of colorful mixes of paint
I will send to you one of the princesses
And favor will bring you a saint
Enjoying one of his recesses

Which I have a feeling one will come soon
Just look at how fast the month went in June
And look back at all of the copies of Dune
That always gave back the greatest boon

Of image and word dancing around
The image and word will always be found