Pop Sonnet #1850

Creative as normal it flies
As loose as singling out
Picking up feelings that cries
For a reachable bout

That could have expanded in decades
A place as good as a lance
Thought to cry out the man wades
Further where offered a chance

Be good all you be here tomorrow
The cake is good with sugar coating
Find all the joy in the sorrow
And ask what could you be floating

Down a river of dreams that takes you aside
Asking again for the clever kind ride

Pop Sonnet #1851

Soaking up the midstream blues
Coated forever in spares
All of the colorful hues
Run into the wares

That kept importance in word choice
A vision belongs to a leader
Going in through the hoist
Is the day after a filling of sweeter

Waves that prop over the last
Times wait right now instead
And if you go way too fast
I will give you some of my bread

The chosen glory in check
Is offering any fine trek

Pop Sonnet #1852

Ask for a speech you can try
Feeling all good with the while
That makes for any time high
For the alone are traveling a mile

Across town for a luncheon before
Travels in the walls
And sporadic early war
There are comforts by stalls

Of airplanes that are awaiting flight
Steal back an essence of being
And divide up the parts for the right
Settling down in the kneeing

Unknown the path from the start
Quick to the manners of the heart

Pop Sonnet #1853

Even if I had a question
To posit to my doctor friends
That say there is a certain old destine
Choosing how best to ends

That could have come up for a moment
Passed a few cars on the way
And question the present
Along the outer school play

That prayer was a warning
Trying your best to hide
As it fades back to morning
The question is there deep inside

Ask for a muse or two to spur the quotes
About the way we all can build moats

Pop Sonnet #1854

Outside the castle
Around the brick wall
Clears out the hassle
And leaps into the call

Of the wild is that an old way
Making the world jump for joy
And if only you could all stay
Along the Earth in which employ

That matter deep
The Sylvan vane
That drove us steep
And flattened planes

The outer sphere feels so combusted
Ride along if you are trusted

Pop Sonnet #1855

And keep on working
For all day's worth
Because the lurking
Of the Earth

Questions form and shades out reason
Along a plane of finitude
And then to lose a season
Just to find the only screwed

Less of a chance for moray
Feeling guilt this maybe
Echoes in the for way
That keeps a clarity

Why the way the world works makes no real clear sense
But it is all in harmony with Nature's elements

Pop Sonnet #1856

Stunt work on a ceiling wage
A life to half unspent
That battle until all the age
Comes back to be all sent

That asks us why we ever grow
Along with sacred herb
The garden is the way to show
And give back to pleasant curb

That was about to reach beyond
A place in outer rims
Of reach a single bond
Will catch us in the dims

Of light that creep along
Until morning sings the waking song

Pop Sonnet #1857

A little in focused is all that engraved
A peril as night bleeds on forward
And pilloried into the second of saved
And time moves along like the chord

Of a machine that has to stay charged
For as long as it takes to record
Written words come enlarged
And chases along the deck or

Shatters forces in the solemn
Chased a pillar in a lamp
Can't go by and get them all in
For the other place in camp

And rewrite until it gets long enough
And keeps you busy all that stuff

Pop Sonnet #1858

The clarity arrives in days
Say through the other plays
That could have been the ways
Taking notice back stays

In the old habit that mixes
All of the future company fixes
Along with all of the other timed sixes
That came along and completely risk us

For further word break up more
We sacrifice all our time
To the beads of writer's sweat in store
For what can turn that dime

You know we live for free and true
What can I expect of you

Pop Sonnet #1859

Now I see why only ten
Are written in a day
Because the last one in
Comes rolling back to pray

Along with feelings simple and sound
That elevated reel of poetry
After too many pages found
Of the writing that will be

Prevailing for all to read when they can
And if you ever find out what to cry
Then chances are they mix with a plan
To carry out reasoning why

So take back the pain the left us all dying
And then I found out you weren't lying