Pop Sonnet #1670

Mass is an expected raid

Of what can always find

The penultimate maid

And the luckiest design

When the world gets blurry

And a sentimental cross

Never have to worry

When going to the cross

The ultimate adventures lie

Way on down the trail

And the way to go try

Is the way to get a rail

Which splits among us comfortably

And asks again for what is to be

Pop Sonnet #1671

So now it is coming

Can't go back again

And if all the dumbing

Will become like a win

Of an expected leeway of limits

Going to find out all exists

Hopefully sometimes the others dim it

And focus on the spray of mists

Still got to plug away at the light

That shines on my eyes to burn out

And never will get stuck in a fight

You can go with and you can go without

Take back the pressure on the gain

And let it explode through the frozen rain

Pop Sonnet #1672

Takes double making to wrestle for gaps

After awhile it has been a few laps

And if the only way back to the maps

Is to play a marathon of taps

That plays by itself when all wound up tight

And kicks into gear by the old fire light

And asks to remember the only way right

To get back the money when things were in sight

That glorious melody cheers from a band

Reaches out ever so far with our hand

How could you ever find out about land

That had all the process of band

When taking moments off for life

It only goes to show the strife

Pop Sonnet #1673

And if I could make pressure go

The way to save the game and show

What always has to daily know

About the right kind of glow

Which never makes for anger lash

Got to check again with hash

Going to go back to dash

And hide out in the old crash

Pad where I used to sleep

Going faster down to creep

And driving round the other Jeep

Learning when it is time to weep

Got to save a fearful moan

Foe the minute that it is shown

Pop Sonnet #1674

Go for culture broke abstract

Got to know the old contract

Stick to the only written fact

That when this brings about the cracked

Up wise man in a plane

Yesterday is already sane

Of files in the train

That rode right through the rain

And asked again for a time card

When life has taken off the starred

Going to return the shard

When things get a little charred

Around the edge of the underscore

Reach so gently for some more

Pop Sonnet #1675

And in a turn of my old play

Got to have it all my way

And if you still get a say

Cover back for someone's day

And if a dying man appears

Wiling away the day of heres

And takes several of the years

To wait exactly for the clears

So if you can make a shape

For the roll of my duct tape

And all the fun had been in the escape

Of daily life that turns to nape

The hang up in a bash

Converting into your stash

Pop Sonnet #1676

Ride a riot like a snake

Going to find out a kind

Of prisoner in the wake

Getting all the way behind

Without a certain type of play

You wouldn't even want to stay

Unless you had something to say

And if we will all begin to pray

Of a generation in the rough

And without a certain bluff

And landed back onto the tough

To take back certain kinds of stuff

And if the roaming takes a length of rope

There are methods to learn to cope

Pop Sonnet #1677

Turn a problem into success

Finding out what is still less

And reverse the problem mess

That suffered into gentleness

The only way we'll catch a dream

The turn about into a stream

Of all kinds of milky cream

That ended up in the ice cream

Before I could take back a verse

I was already headed for the worse

And this is one big curse

To deal with all at once reverse

The certain way of the atmosphere

Would guarantee a wasted fear

Pop Sonnet #1678

Total wisdom comes to trust

Unless all the way you must

And if rocking chairs will bust

Under the watered feeling dust

Along the trader line

Going to call off the fine

And take an empty sign

And ask about the Grand Design

When love comes mixing with a pick

The race dies down almost as quick

And if there is something as slick

I will bust out all the tricks

To drop the ultimate refrain

I will always take the pain

Pop Sonnet #1679

Last call tonight but go back in

And have one more drink

Who would say that drinking is sin

To find the way in a blink

Of ordered familiar in a bird's nest

That takes a lesson to task

Absolutely love this old zombie fest

And whether it is real we will have to ask

For an assortment of tricks

That kept the way blocked

Watch out for the picks

Afterwards feeling mocked

And out with the game of the last word

And I hope no one will flip me the bird