Pop Sonnet #1750

For a logic hidden beneath the bottom
Lot of ideas come raining on
The only course that takes you to autumn
And asks for earlier gone

When the dark escapes the lashes
And all is turned into a backward label
In any event the extra crashes
Were as good as one more fable

To enact a specimen cosmic encounter
With the microphone and screen
Until one should be back to mount her
Up above the chimney green

That old modern music that keeps playing
So loud I can't hear what you are saying

Pop Sonnet #1751

Chipping away at the ice and marble
Asking for a model to stand
Whether they are nude or made to garble
Sifting through the hot sand

And coursing along through the vein
Almost entirely gone for good
And accept the only cane
For a lance into the mood

And ask me why the red delay
Appears above the words I write
It should really learn to go away
Unless it will be all right

But it stays as a warning not sure what it means
And there are other ways of being okay with the greens

Pop Sonnet #1752

Like when I back track across the field
And the warning keeps up the scare
Unless there is a master sword to wield
I will rescue the princess fair

To honestly ask for more of the digital games
Always make me smile no matter what
And if the register comes back into blames
At least I am somewhat out of the rut

That envelops the thinking man into the stuck
Position that cradles one for the go
And if there is a whole day full of luck
Then back to the week that is slow

When time came to play with all of the toys
There opened a portal of extra employs

Pop Sonnet #1753

Even if the sign appears over here
I will kick it out of the club
The only way to get the excess beer
Is to ask for the second rub

That evil that never discussed goes away
And turns back into the ethereal void
That keeps ideas flowing muse stay
And asks for anything you would avoid

Unless the winding savage comes again to
The exasperated narrative bites down
Into a risk that could have been true
Unless there is a second type of crown

That just means temporarily to fix
The rest of what is into the tricks

Pop Sonnet #1754

Not sure whether practice has done anything
Staying on time will prefer the melt
Of the properties exploring the chart sing
With the number of element dealt

Into a preferred locus of plans
That came back into the diatribe
Unless the only type of bans
Were under the only wire bribe

That war that was fought for no reason at all
Was too much to deal with in conscience
So the clearing of the brain ball
Was wrapped together into gone rinse

The words don't quite fit always there
But I am free to talk about them anywhere

Pop Sonnet #1755

Threaded decisions make for it barely
The hustle that grows in the asking
And ask for the way back into fairly
The moistening rhythm of tasking

And now something gives back to the line
That appears to mock the poet and choices
Unto the next type of certain we dine
Like a brook that grows into the voices

You hear when only one seems to be here
That afterward is choosing to get into
The question if there is one left for a year
Got to get into the real blue

Fits when asking is not enough
Surely you just love to bluff

Pop Sonnet #1756

Is it jewelry that old type of rock
That stutters around the old class
And dreams of the girls into the lock
That becomes a felt up in grass

The wedge between reason and feeling
Could slam forward test
And ask for a third kneeling
To pray like the best

When up and down callings
Comes into the fly
And extra time stallings
Go back for the why

That shortened the verse to a reasonable length
Even then it takes all kinds of strength

Pop Sonnet #1757

All kinds of loose ends were hanging
Left and right and even above
And if she asks you to keep banging
For a long time you have been in love

So I feel a break that is necessary will
To future establishments that always give
Unless there is a commune that nil
Feeling of where you think you can live

And receive the plan to stare into blank
That brought you into the sum of the part
Always and often were adjusting rank
Into the shape of a heart

That played for hours into the base
And looked twice into the changing man's face

Pop Sonnet #1758

Hearing new music for the first time
Sounds a bit strange but still my type
And if you make it into the cover of slime
You were picked for when you were ripe

And if the model is too much to please
To accept the abnormal reading of sin
Can you be run off into the squeeze
Where revenge returns you to the din

Of a fray that clashes for awhile
Even when the turn out is there
Unless the next reader can style
The only water next to the stair

And when you return to the made up play land
I will expect you to return my hand

Pop Sonnet #1759

Farther than you think is all I can bare
Unless the thin man comes back again
Why they even like to pay the fare
For the wedge that searches the bin

For a calamity short of a kill
Will the rending of a knight
Be all that plays on the hill
With a projector in the flight

Play a long film the longer the better
Tied up against the forage machine
And if you can write me a letter
And ask for the props in the scene

So stand next to me as long as you want
And if you can meet me out front