Pop Sonnet #1910

Whatever comes this weary way
To take a course of circumstance
And trod more heavy in the gray
The sky is all romance

For wondering what good may come
Of hopeful review solidly
And ask for all the dumb
Run back to them squalidly

Or is that the wrong word
To use at the moment
Nothing been seen or heard
Deaf in the augment

Take a dream back into the slumber
Figure out another number

Pop Sonnet #1911

Reservations may employ
A whole new paradigm
That would cost the extra toy
Worth of a dime

That drops when unprotected
Identity in the shepherd still
Where with all elected
Could pay the whole bill

And ran out of choices
Last time in line
So get back on voices
The dogged end sign

That fancies a verse or two play it on forever
And if you know where I'm going whatever

Pop Sonnet #1912

Ride the snake through the void
That celebrates cosmic rebirth
All the while in the employed
Paralyze the growing girth

Smile upon thee brothers may
End of alliance falls short
Jump into the mixed way
To fill up all the port

That afterwards brought to attention
A box of servant's rings
That came before a last intention
To spread a few of the things

That parted ways for a short while
And ended up with a big smile

Pop Sonnet #1913

A little on the green side
The spectator in the drill
Going all the way and tried
Willingly to seal

A final point to make it work
The separating sheets
That can act for several dirk
Like entities on fleets

That stabilized the transport
To several seats in back
Had to get the top fort
In the thrilling sack

Full of invitations to a party that grows
That will happen in a year or two who knows

Pop Sonnet #1914

Knew that this fresh storm approved
About the feeling that was present
Along with courage in the moved
And go for all the time spent

That asked for fare all properly
When failing to hit the shelf
And see the men al wandering free
Like anything to do with the self

And linger on the maiden song
To bring about a kiss
For heaven rain upon the long
A day when we won't miss

Any of the treaties still stand amongst and wait
Unless it is the property I wish to initiate

Pop Sonnet #1915

Taking a bit more than planned today
Must have stopped on the thinking
About what to even put out there pray
To meet someone that is drinking

Back a full on tumbler of juices
That are full of what invades
And absolutely spend reduces
On what just further wades

And landing on strike zones
To cherish the courts
Of fully aware bones
And hecklers of sorts

For column in the spring step
Conquers all the other precepts

Pop Sonnet #1916

And getting up and after coffee
Even if it means to run late
Along with peril shatter knee
Effecting the knowing mate

That eternally sprung in the eye
Where the filament was wet
And the circle on the dye
Led for whatever set

The curfew is too low again
Whatever spoiler waits
To trick you into curses when
The boiling seems all fates

And cracks a solitary smile
While trying not to hang awhile

Pop Sonnet #1917

Warm up to the hot drink
Along with undercurrents
Of alliance in the brink
Of battle to the endurance

That handles nicely weapons gained
By fighting through the level grim
And know that it is stained
Along the person's whim

That shoots through solid
When they hold
A type of courage that are the stolid
Feeling more than ever bold

A company that assures to slam
Down upon the next of glam

Pop Sonnet #1918

Everywhere to evasive active antic
When the wire is tripped
Go back into planned didactic
And ask me what is gripped

For the plentitude will wake
A memory of dreams
That comfort noises shake
Along the Pharaoh's gleams

That come lighting cross the universe
A day belongs to us all
That feel the whole blooming curse
That shattered on the wall

When pressed up next to the poster board
I would bounce the light that could be stored

Pop Sonnet #1919

Again we fight to the very end
A pleasant day for battle long
That made it into the wind
With a whisper of the throng

That guided assortment until they may
Gather up intrinsically
That situation forts for they
Make up where to be

Along a line of further touching
Emptiness that careful places
Along with the camera crutching
For the familiar faces

That dance in shadows by the light of the fire
Could have been an acceptable sire