Pop Sonnet #2350

Know I have a buffer still
Among the ragged ruins
Of the disappearing will
Of the sharpened spoons

That attack into a flank
The crossing of the guard
It will never quite be bank
To practice this too hard

I can use my poker skills
To write before you love
Because the way into the meals
Is by ordering above

And the descent will guide you there
Beyond the wisdom to compare

Pop Sonnet #2351

And if ever there so blue
To standard making set
That acts upon the ultimate new
Type of parking pet

After four or five I'm good
For striking up that pipe
And when the only way should
Manage in the type

With checker boards
And all that is mass
Take upon the hoards
And throw back the grass

Because after all I'm feeling it
And this music is upon your wit

Pop Sonnet #2352

Manage golden company sits
Along the old cascade
That flows along where there is kits
About to promenade

Across the floor into the house
The middle of the room
I can be sure in the souse
That possibly will loom

Seasoned veterans with a plan
To take away the chips
That I bought in to feel the bran
Upon those other slips

And I am assured you will this time
Just fill up this empty crime

Pop Sonnet #2353

Never again will I wrestle with him
His legs are solid brass
I will only stick to dim
And feel the pain in the ass

Because you know you have to go
Upon the craggy wavers
That sag along the blow
And make up things for pavers

That work construction all the day
And fight for what is there's
That simple type of catching may
Frighten away the bears

That come stalking off the hill
Spider on the window sill

Pop Sonnet #2354

After all we only human lead us into wise
The parting of anxiety and fear
Have all been for the prize
Of sanity returning this year

And coming to roost in all these words
That showmanship operates for
That kick into gear with the herds
And reopen the infinite door

To take back a motion that was so upset
Along with the rain on the widow
And if you could only let
The feeling you have to blow

To get to the break so gentle
And if you cook up that lentil

Pop Sonnet #2355

And when I resume again the weary
Will come to revive in the temple
That is never quite dreary
But proves to pleasure for simple

And in the only type of behavior
That is empty in rest
To be saved by a savior
And build a wild big nest

Because actually all systems go
That fire their guns in the air
And disturb a blistering show
That spotted along with the dare

And partnered up with the women
That all was seeming to stemming

Pop Sonnet #2356

Ever winding staircase leads somewhere
But don't quite know
Which direction the final spare
Underneath the sow

That was alive in my old time
The ancient quite will leave
And kicking back the other prime
And throughout bases weave

Because collision rampant wall
That paradox of illusion
Will spare me out the further drall
Carried forth with fusion

And suffer to invent the name
That someone else will include the same

Pop Sonnet #2357

But if I am lead to the well
That deeper goes the writings
Because there is an impetus fell
Upon the only sightings

To have a reader or two of books
And follow me along
To underestimate the looks
Of what was going wrong

To break a flash of all the tears
And run me in through the finish
To write me of in next to spears
The only way is spinach

That almost works leave well alone
And there is someone on the phone

Pop Sonnet #2358

Whether it worked out or not
The wonders will have made
All the specimen forgot
To have some lemonade

And watered out transfusion gain
Along with nicer people yet
That already do feel the pain
Of what is normal let

The only passage friendly
Ending in a box
That loads up a pipe so spindly
That everything stay with the rocks

That are hidden from out of sight
All of us search in the night

Pop Sonnet #2359

After all what happens here
Is not even confidential
I can open figures sheer
Type of referential

That somber glance upon the stare
The shining of the keep
And reappearing into a glare
Of the solid type of sleep

Will knock you out and insist
For the sake of winded monkey
Everything is done in a wrist
Of jingle jangle funky

That crisp old sound of restoration
You will keep my grand elation