Pop Sonnet #1960

On a whim I discover a hunch
That everything could be sound
Unless there is a quiet crunch
Of the effect of ideas on the ground

And when we pick them up we bleed
For there is running water
Into the way that all must seed
Along with the blotter

That illustrates the point of fate
Along with holy atmospheres
And causal dilemma of late
That kicks it into gears

And honestly I don't know how
The music is on right now

Pop Sonnet #1961

At least when pressure comes to pass
The way in does the microphone
And asks for what is grass
Unless you would rather be alone

Then I would understand
Leaving you this way
And if your days are grand
Then maybe you should stay

Ask for things that are out of reach
Contentment never slept
Unless that thing you called beseech
The way to fly the kept

Up with the moment in all the rails
And gives back to the permanent that veils

Pop Sonnet #1962

And without a lyrical infuse
Of the tiny sport of later
Days when we will run and choose
A use for the cheese grater

And fell apart when added down
The feeling always sticks
At least when no one is a noun
That identity shakes and picks

The sturdy level for the calf
Going to the store to hide
And if there is that evil laugh
Along with hidden pride

The choices that all should win
Unless there are others that begin

Pop Sonnet #1963

Overjoyed with resonance then
Feel it when I must
And excite the neighbor been
Returning to the dust

Just a quick fix temporary
Qualities you gain
After years of drinking dairy
Products that can feign

That the illusory method is gone
Unless someone mixes more
And return to the dawn
When nothing ever can store

Then the only way out is the way that you came through
Did you think that giants would never notice you

Pop Sonnet #1964

And when the line is long or short
It is all in the random mix
About to think that designing court
Would make you think of tricks

That came to aid your needed day
For what was worth the moment
At least the utterance will stay
Along with fissure foment

That nonsense style you keep so well
Along with guarding snakes
That never meant to impel
You to swim in lakes

That place we all really love to go
And now you are the only one to know

Pop Sonnet #1965

Unless somehow the time slows to a pace
And I feel nice and burned
Along with cosmic feeling to chase
And then you have learned

About the ways of nature and
The remorses of mistakes
And when the feeling of the sand
Never can be the fakes

Of what is monitored along
With several types of dust
That makes for all to belong
When several days are trust

That all will work out someday soon
Unless you are the bent up spoon

Pop Sonnet #1966

And if the ways of poems repeat
Then skip a thousand more
Because you know I am discrete
Then often at the door

Of where I want to be
Later this evening comes
And recycle the tree
Unless there are bums

That hang out in the park
Waiting just to eat
And expressways in the dark
Hide you from defeat

When struggling along this path
Just want to avoid God's wrath

Pop Sonnet #1967

Flying along with several left
Go on and tell us about the trail
Is it one that makes the seem cleft
To adapt to the yell

That came in for certain
Beneath a gold mine
And talk back the curtain
For ways in the line

That make a mistake when
Certainty drops
And comes back to the bin
That all things make stops

Along the way to several answers
Until all of them are dancers

Pop Sonnet #1968

So there is a girl that finally called
Friends it appears will justify
That we never knew what walled
The only time I want to fly

Along with winged creatures
From millions of years of growing
Look at human being features
And then no one can explain the sting

That shakes the head
Along with the beat
Can you get out of bed
In this humid heat

And shrug you off if nothing delves
And keep the chronological shelves

Pop Sonnet #1969

And at last we come to pause
Until the next session alerts
All the nimble feeling laws
Along with just desserts

A project should last for years
And this one really will
So I've given unto fears
That there will be a pill

That alone should keep me going
To the home land that I love
Yes it is true what I am showing
That it all comes from above

When the supernatural returns
Thought that there were comfort burns