Pop Sonnet #1740

Ringing but no answer sounds
A lot like the usual situation as
Fishing on the sacred grounds
Do what anyone else has

Just as well that many hits
Come piling up at work
Because to have several fits
May put us back into the lurk

Where mentality is infused
With commotion in the day
The other property is amused
For football makes us play

That one feature of fortune scrapes
When the sculpture takes many shapes

Pop Sonnet #1741

Have to have a million or less
Easy to do when known around
But the secret is the stress
And never made to hound

The only purpose of the shriek
Was to put a silver lawn
Into the episode of the week
Until the sparkling gone

Back into a field of vision
Empty when they looked
Caught up in the self derision
Able when you have booked

And the less rules to get them through
Ables the thing that makes it new

Pop Sonnet #1742

Anyone can do this still
Doesn't take a chance in hell
To ask about the dancing will
And ask you for the bell

That excuses all the thoughts
From open paradigm shifts
And steals every type of the shots
To look back at all the gifts

And waiting for the answer
To the prayer of a certain kind
And asked you if the dancer
Was the self that had a mind

To create a feeling with a courage in the plain
And ask you what are the things that make you sane

Pop Sonnet #1743

So today after the goal is done
I'll simply share the words
With the rest of what can run
After the flocking birds

And if the sadness overcomes
That still small voice inside
Unless the vanity out drums
The way to make you hide

Beneath the ladder where luck has been
About to crumble up into pieces
And ask me when you have again
Ran into the extra creases

Among the paper gate of chance
And left around for your romance

Pop Sonnet #1744

When the steady gaze sets straight
An impish brood of sorted inches
That raid around the old debate
And retain the mile of benches

Where you sleep when nothing can
Accomodate the lying of the ruse
And the less you know of the ban
The more you can amuse

Unless the day is tricked to sleep
And rocks into the way into more
That old configuration creep
Into the platitude ignore

And ask why that line is shorter than
An angered look upon that man

Pop Sonnet #1745

Fitting to me that so much fruit
Takes the healthy spider bite
Into account when things can root
Out the eternal bliss last night

Already feeling a bit more comforting so
When the numbers seem to grow
And there is a stasis all below
To make friends with that fellow

And to say a prayer for God
That would be an irony
Unless he asked for all the laud
That you share with company

And ask for the holy writ divine
Unless the kingdom keeps the shine

Pop Sonnet #1746

Still not easy to come up with fast
Unless the shining upon the heart
Comes along to stay in the past
When all is abandoned for the art

And absurd the yo-yo effect takes hold
When some is there and others told
That handle when it all grew old
And asked around until it got sold

And train me please to see the way
Until the other unearths the sheathe
That causes me to look at the play
And really will it help me breathe

When storms blow through a dry place
I get that look upon my face

Pop Sonnet #1747

And many tests will call the shots
Unless that use will take the lots
Back into the memory dots
That look into the other pots

That take away the chance of fame
Unless the only way to blame
Is to have a phase the same
That offers so much of the game

That has a plan to change the coast
Unless there is a way to boast
About the comforting almost
To interchange the second roast

And comfort brings an errant chore
About to see the vision floor

Pop Sonnet #1748

Still a ways but almost back
Unless there was a mile
To feel the heart into a lack
That really made me smile

So delete when fear is taken
That groove to send it on
And when the rules have shaken
The never ending list is gone

And that is not the only one
That fell into the void
There is several that can have fun
And ask why they annoyed

The only rope that separates
Is the knot that exasperates

Pop Sonnet #1749

Not quite the word I was looking for
But that is the way it goes
Unless I am totally keeping score
The internet like this it flows

And when the flow streams without a guess
At words that just type themselves out
And wait for the girl in that white dress
Just so you can figure the doubt

All the time when automatic writing
Keeps me in the early hours
To be the one that sighting
In the arrow for the flowers

That are wilting without water
And are waiting for the daughter