Pop Sonnet #1770

Ten away from the hour
To complete a charter skip
For all the asking for the cower
That slipped from just a sip

And asking for the proper index
Making a pyramid out of strings
When the acting does perplex
The left off published extra kings

To spark a nervous energy too
Is easy with just a simple call
And been brought back to faith in you
And made the second stall

To ask for feelings in the vain
And then to record the hard rain

Pop Sonnet #1771

Still feeling anxious this early day
Because the cabin is in the park
Where others seem to go to play
Until it gets too dark

And then to home with the lot
Have to figure the only way in
Is to be good and never not
The extra credit bin

Where markers approach another
Microphone entitled to sing
For the madness in your brother
And a particular liking

The link that plays a silver mare
To ride the only one to the fair

Pop Sonnet #1772

I wonder where these calls are from
Even though it is not of consequence
When making the Golden drum
A line up under the rinse

To call back would be a crime
Without a situation for a girl
And another interesting time
To go into the other twirl

Who knows what number could compete
With the feeling of a warn
That became quite obsolete
And avoided all of the thorn

Unless you think the wreck is health
To spread the feeling of a wealth

Pop Sonnet #1773

No message can't take this serious
Underscore in the way to the email
And now the feeling of delirious
Comes back into a feeling of pale

Ghostly inventive structure codes
Always in the circular dawn
And in the crushing time unloads
The second that was into gone

To elevate the steam without a tray
Simply poison in the concept
And to take the known way
With or without a kept

Way back into the field
To be there with the yield

Pop Sonnet #1774

Still a fly beneath a rock
Catch the time into a month gone
And ask again for never block
The only way you can tell it is the dawn

For a scheme used over and over
That creates a feeling of choice
Heading into the Land Rover
To second guess the only voice

That asked to repeat for time runs out
Cooperate without a second hand
Of tidal confused in the morning doubt
A word is less than ringing band

When no one knows why the phone
Is taking off all in a groan

Pop Sonnet #1775

I wonder who it could have been
Anyone except those I know
Only allow the right ones in
And trail along when going slow

The way around the park is simple
Got to line up in place
And I admire your left temple
Because it is near your facc

When collision in the poem goes dry
Always finding out what sets
Along with the shining cry
And then ask for what gets

And make a call to the emperor's room
Unless they gather around the tomb

Pop Sonnet #1776

Founding a country on this date
With the declaration in writing
Going to ignore that fate
From a style of lighting

That a friend knows all about
He is a professional now
And if there were any doubt
He will only show you how

To link a light to a grid of features
And to task the simple plan
Of a dozen more creatures
That came into a flash pan

To execute a golden mean
And then to plant the other scene

Pop Sonnet #1777

But these common numbers show
That the country was here long before
The numbers add up to place the glow
Back into repetition of the score

That plays over and over endlessly
Finding there is time to dance
Along with the lost identity
That was taking a major chance

When flesh is guilt along with some
Fairly important mesh of places
That could have burned out the light drum
An invention never faces

The only guilt that rids the day
Of what is left for us to say

Pop Sonnet #1778

Now that passed by without a blink
A task set forth by myself
To challenge the way I think
And to organize the shelf

The important things in life
Come back to roost when chosen
And ask for a small pocket knife
When breaking down the frozen

Too many words have come back here
To place a feeling of stress
Onto the accord for the fear
That you are having less

But the fact that you missed the chance with fate
Tells me that you should now wait

Pop Sonnet #1779

Another day is almost done
Cancel each number out
In fraction math it happens to stun
The number that even clout

To render a picture into movement
And miss the detail in the animation
Could ask for a second groove stint
And please an entire world of nation

That could be plural but not right now
To fit in with what is shown
And to take back what can allow
The feeling that this is overblown

And growing up for days on end
I have a question I can send