Pop Sonnet #1790

Otherwise the symmetry goes
Down a certain type of glass
That extricates the other grows
Into a certain daytime pass

That allows in visitors in rest
Already asking way ahead
Because of what is featured guest
Along with feelings of dread

And to simplify the line
Of the grace inside
That offers back a fine
And then turns to hide

Unless the evaporation is frequently using
There may be a moment choosing

Pop Sonnet #1791

After today another disc will be out
Not that they are disappearing
Because when I actually start to doubt
That the moment wasn't lost in fearing

That the double-sided coin will fall
When the decision matches
Comes to take a second call
To find out when the snatches

Of the only universe to take sides
With how the players come to win
And if the extra weight collides
With you and and matches skin

With nothing short of a second run
To catch up with number one

Pop Sonnet #1792

And when the ending comes at last
From this vantage point a way off
That may make sense in further past
The going to make a scoff

That asks you turn and look
A glance at the practice art
To verify a certain book
And changing is the heart

To simply run away with us
To play a song of gold
That never seems to deem the dust
For forcing all the hold

That asks again when deserting
The simple day you went to bring

Pop Sonnet #1793

And mild days are all ahead
When searching for the ride
And then the decision has lead
That day for inner sighed

To laugh about a stream
Or flow when nothing adds
To wonder and then dream
About the one that is your dads

And get to the point about the thing
That you were checking back
To understand the second ring
And hold of the old sack

But when it does please us all
Then there may come time to stall

Pop Sonnet #1794

Unused the word that I will choose
Someday for the verses
And it pays not to loose
The one that has the curses

All around the single stone
That prayed against a blind
Gone to leave you all alone
And repeat the last find

Of days that swim upstream again
There is a need for air
In the secondary pen
The opening reads with care

To say a certain point of impact
Is enough of an old fact

Pop Sonnet #1795

Running back to the old side
Even weighing off the guide
Simply did what could not glide
Underneath the solving died

That only blessed memory
Of a day without a plea
Underscored and felt guilty
Was assured by another sea

The changing current holds back here
To be understood the best
Was a rhyme scheme set to fear
The only held back vest

To score a scene of words to use
Never mind if they abuse

Pop Sonnet #1796

After all you can't be the only one
To remain an utter son
Of the material done
When the offer is to stun

That place opposite the save
When there is a match to rave
About the way we all behave
Then to go on in the cave

All day searching for the only
Entirely dreading all the wrong
Words that sometimes are lonely
Without uses for the song

But what turns out all day to you
Is the word that cries right through

Pop Sonnet #1797

And at least it all bent backward
For the only deck of cards
That made the all of the blurred
A lot like the old guards

That handed in a different test
Than the one that was given out
And asked you to be among the best
Never ever left without

But be very wary of them
The second runners in the line
And ask if there is an old hymn
That matches all of the sign

That leapt forth into a place
Never choose a single case

Pop Sonnet #1798

And now we are getting closer still
To the way back to the fill
That came on in all the real
Ways to do a single deal

That monkey shines will be present
Among the evidence for the gent
That was a way into the spent
And released a holy dent

That prayed for hours without ceasing
Kept the lines up proper
And kept the paper from all creasing
Until the way was top her

Basement was only half flooded
Into the water pipes had thudded

Pop Sonnet #1799

And for at least rounding
The heart was pounding
All was not sounding
Good for the founding

Of a day that had come back
Even when complete and done
Never gone into the black
With the only starting one

That daydreams with whiskey breath
The figure of eternal chasing
You could predict your own death
When no one is there racing

To a starting point of figure forms
And to keep your mind off of storms