Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Pop Sonnet #2600

New slate of verses dropping
And feeling like there is a door
Among the police shopping
Make sure to pour

All the wine out over the grave
That shouts out to the passed
And works on the wave
To find out what was last

Among the racing in quieter length
To muscle up the several types of
Quarters of your strength
That fit you all above

When poetry needs a kick start
Simply choose to play the part

Pop Sonnet #2601

And now I freeze with life abreast
The making of a third fortune frame
That comes about when there is a nest
We all look to you the same

And if there is a presence for
The simple isolating speck
That can damage you galore
From every train wreck

There are no people in the dream
Just a chair in the middle of the room
And we film it for hours of a scream
That comes about in the gloom

When connection holds us in
There is a point to begin

Pop Sonnet #2602

Maybe just a little off
There was no head change
But if you can turn out to scoff
Then I would see you in range

So the kick in the ass
Was just what I needed
But throwing up at mass
Was why there was a seeded

Plant that came about
In miles of those without
Never once came up with doubt
When there was a big mess of grout

That crept up on the metal ledge
When will you read my dredge

Pop Sonnet #2603

Maybe a little too hard
On myself over the past
Because I may seek the shard
That teleports you fast

To a street in the middle of the city
Not wondering how to please
The retrograde of the pretty
And went to the sleaze

Among the episodic hush
There are triggers better
That weigh upon the brush
And send you home a letter

Manually picked up your leaves
Still I wonder why she grieves

Pop Sonnet #2604

There are answers upon answers
When you fell for the crowd
And picked out all the dancers
Should I go when allowed

There are tighter function skills
That reckon for the advance
When all is made up in the pills
And takes a second chance

When I have made that proclamation
That actually effects the changing
And if you could serve the nation
Then there is a final ranging

And I will take a cigar too
Find out what is good for you

Pop Sonnet #2605

And make me run through the copy
Of the open door no locks
And you make me feel sloppy
Eating fast out of when talks

Come up and someone other
Is chosen to go forth
And there is a path for the brother
In the direction of north

And you will be there afterwards
To take an angled fit
And then you go for the nerds
That came back to acquit

All charges dropped is what they say
I am no longer paranoid today

Pop Sonnet #2606

And fashion for the latest trend
All ending up in shelters
To pour out the other friend
Upon the wicked melter

That came upon like a heated
Type of caravan that rolls
Along the road that cheated
Westward bound into the goals

Of finding land and loving life
When experts start to fade
Long ago I lost my wife
But she is alive in a grade

Of living far above the wisp
To take back that nasty lisp

Pop Sonnet #2607

And soon there will be another test
But will I be this time ready
Split up the words all of the best
And make sure you are steady

To take an amount of storms
That feel for races down
And came to set back the norms
Of what is here for brown

And comforting the local witch
Is enough to make me laugh
Because it went off without a hitch
Without the secondary half

That felt for days about the timing for
Opened up that golden door

Pop Sonnet #2608

Love to write the little things
About the way to make it
When the telephone rings
There are ways to fake it

And if I go on for a while
Then things get straight
For another little smile
That helps you when you are late

And drive you to church
To see the common
Type of things to besmirch
When you are cooking Ramen

And everyone else is at the feast
They could have let you in at least

Pop Sonnet #2609

So I will take a time to fade
Along the metaphysical plane
Of time we cried in the shade
In the park when in vain

There is a type to hold onto
That shares a door with fast
The one that blunders to the crew
And fights until it last

The only way I'll finish now
Is to write a few more lines
And completely take a big bow
And fill me up with signs

That I will make it to the store
And celebrate on the ground floor




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