Pop Sonnet #1710

How ever more were filling
The darkness in the pad
That asked the dart for skilling
The only one you had

Which gave a certain style
Back to understood
And went on for awhile
Even when you could

That old forbidden clock
Never made it back until
Finding time for the dock
Went again for still

The only program forbidden to you
Will keep it all from going through

Pop Sonnet #1711

And ask again for the sex
And you will get it all
Even if you find a hex
That will cause the enthrall

Mediate the worms in a jar
For fishing in the back
Of the oversized candy bar
And asked for a track

Of the Sylvan ring that shines
Upon the darker mill
That asked for all of the twines
Shoved into a reel

That could have purposely approached
Unless the others make the coached

Pop Sonnet #1712

And when the dream appears so real
You can wake up and then feel
All the stumping of the meal
When you fought for the steal

And in company approaching
You can spend your time coaching
Fot an animal that was poaching
All the same when felt encroaching

And if all gets turned down again
You want to know where I've been
Seen it play back into Gin
All the while I will storm the sin

That made out like a bandit chief
Staring at you in disbelief

Pop Sonnet #1713

When you turn down the offering
Whatever else you can bring
For the moment lose your sting
And forget the verse to sing

For the maker in the trench
Settle down with a second wench
Find the never idle bench
It would be without a pinch

That encourages days on end
With or without another friend
When I find the one to send
Separate the parts to bend

And when all seems to design
You will only be all fine

Pop Sonnet #1714

Going for the whatever chop
Find it underneath the mop
And if you take back the crop
For the feeling beneath the drop

Of the most important soil
Always going after the boil
Finding out unless there is oil
And then you could always coil

When the worst takes time to heal
Underneath the seventh wheel
Trick the day into a deal
Of heaven worth the candid peel

Which illustrates no further point
And gives to you the second joint

Pop Sonnet #1715

Universe steals the ragged punch
Gone too far to find the lunch
And if the bite does crunch
I will shine the miller hunch

And when all is gone to pot
Then you know you have a lot
For the time that others sought
What more have you really got

When the table resets plain
Going to the second train
Eating all to be the rain
That landed in the other vein

To handle the sky of essence here
Can you handle it when he is near

Pop Sonnet #1716

And if the crunching sound is back
Handle it without a sack
Of second hand abusing track
And if you dodge the single crack

Without making a giant mess
There are more ways to get the dress
Back from a second guess
That had a problem unless

There were ways around the deal
Got to fix that squeaky wheel
Unless there are operative seal
For the governor to peel

Back in water find the ghost
Second when you have the toast

Pop Sonnet #1717

And when you fly to beat the way
That others seem to have to pray
And bent upon the other day
For what it is worth against the fray

To operate against the hurt
And ask again for the dessert
To keep you off of red alert
And give it to the bottom dirt

When I am scared from sounds of fighting
There are others in the lighting
When the attack seems all the biting
To keep off the track of whiting

The bone is handled by the back
Unless there is a way to tack

Pop Sonnet #1718

So do not fight at all please
Unless there is some more cheese
About the courage on your knees
That takes a time to feel the bees

That attack upon the last
Going back to make the past
All the ways to fix the mast
And to darken the way cast

Back into the water fort
And if you had just a port
To make music in the court
That the way could abort

When shouting matches grow so dim
There may be a way to still reach him

Pop Sonnet #1719

And the roll is ever made
The livery in jealous paid
Unless the argument is staid
Among the nervous escapade

And when there is no point to fight
You can turn around the sight
Unless there is a way to light
The others back into the night

That episodes would have bent
And longing I would have sent
That episode that hung on went
Back to the damages that lent

A time to stop until the morrow
What do you have that I can borrow