Pop Sonnet #1830

Will you still be here when I'm done
Too far into the future to predict at all
And did you use your new gun
To see to it that the planning would stall

A fortune of glances heavy in the week
Surpassed all the barriers in the stock
And maybe there is a way to seek
The only way back into the rock

Of ages that spreads love everywhere
In my dream no one seemed to mind
And it was interesting how the care
Would go back with a detail to find

If probability functions to fold
Remember the ways of the old

Pop Sonnet #1831

And when the several moments come back
I will monitor the only left open hole
That was here when the feeling is on the stack
Going wherever the winds takes the role

That was looked into for the holy new day
And right now I'm telling you there is new
Feelings that come in to be at the say
Of another church that I join in a few

Because my new place is a dream come true
What more could I ask for otherwise complete
And being trained by this great crew
If the word makes sense to the point of defeat

A chosen appointment with all the trappings
Right now they are done overlapping

Pop Sonnet #1832

One little flaw and it is all hung
Going to the beast inside
That can be able to write the lung
A second opinion when cried

The credibility motive of lost pain
Is really here to be proven
And if there is a way to stay sane
That is the direction I'm moving

Again throw it out over
A bit of the argument curse
And make for the several rover
That way we get back the purse

That was lost upon final entry
And then hired out the sentry

Pop Sonnet #1833

Mistakes will be made
That is the way it goes
And you sell lemonade
To afford the next rose

That you give to your lover
Lost in your youth
Try to always recover
But the pain is in truth

That sacks out a corner tight
And illustrates the blend
Of the turning point in sight
And takes you to the end

But for us there never will be an ending
At least that much is a reason for depending

Pop Sonnet #1834

Turn back the clock
The elephant chimes
While picking stock
From out of the crimes

Gone and unfinished where
The projects seem to be
But if there is a second care
For the able body to agree

That sleight of hand
The promise was made
And reach for the band
The error to grade

Along with your progress turning out fine
Might be awhile before I get back in line

Pop Sonnet #1835

Follow me to the river
The plan was all done
And to be a giver
A seat on the sun

That asked you politely
To turn back and use
The others went lightly
And lit the last fuse

Of poetics and dames
That never felt remorse
For the number one fames
That happened to divorce

From a memory that stepped into the shade
Where can I find out what is still to be made

Pop Sonnet #1836

An adventure for learning
That old mime that teaches
What could still be burning
In the steel drums at beaches

Felt for a moment like this had collapsed
But whatever the problem is can
Be solved along with the favorite lapsed
Along with reason and judgement for a plan

That fell through but the idea remained
Getting down with the second muse fury
And when the daughter never complained
It set us all on the edge of worry

A feeling to slip out of touch with the deal
Could I at least try to redefine the wheel

Pop Sonnet #1837

Petals that drip from a counter that bleeds
Taking chances that remain unfelt
Without a knowledge of the old deeds
That left behind a tiny bit of the welt

That started to grow upon violence applied
Not to be spoken of by anyone
Unless there is a way to see why anyone died
Along with the pressure to be done

But that won't go away for a few years
Got to take time for the things that matter
And though I have a feeling they will be near
Never failing to return the cookie batter

That was made just to eat for all that it is worth
And to remain neutral on Earth

Pop Sonnet #1838

The age of the devil will never be known
When he shape shifts along with the demons
That form an alliance that is all but full grown
And leave that point of enclosure steaming

To the battle we call the militant sprites
That will hang on to whatever they can
And put up with the wildest of fights
In spirit land no one knows what is fan

Of the battles irrational never to be complete
Just a lot of hullaballoo over the ordeal
And if you believe in nothing so sweet
As made up mysteries to release the feel

That what you imagine sometimes appears
At least for awhile then wasted those years

Pop Sonnet #1839

Dreaming up things that will be called crazy
Has to go back to a time when it works
Still hanging on though it gets a bit hazy
Over the time limit today for perks

But the time is unlimited after some thought
Run all the way into the feeling of the water's eddy
Unless to feel something has already brought
Time to figure out when we're ready

If that ever happens again to us here
There will at least be a point of impact
And we will wait until the spiritual disappears
So that our biological brains are in tact

No need for make believe anymore
Why even bother to open that door