Monday, December 22, 2014

Pop Sonnet #2980

Make a difference in your touch
To feel the strength of the mage
Going to a golden clutch
Simply now the age

To receive the promises kept
By a universal tune
That went to see what world has slept
The cascades of the noon

Scattered to the sea the ashes
Have time to feel the skull
Going back in all the dashes
For when you get full

And if I should break a rule
Call me an old tool

Pop Sonnet #2981

Try a little harder to get your point across
Right now we are standing
And the elevated cross
Is to us grace handing

And partake of silver spruces
That tree that makes you cry
For the knight began his truces
With the needle sigh

And heavy on the chemicals
To get through the morn
Because they looked identical
Two lovers so forlorn

And mix with the liquid juice
Next time you will tie the noose

Pop Sonnet #2982

This year is coming to a close
The memory lives on
And choices that you have chose
Will linger through the dawn

Because you made it big again
With a lot to show
But when there are plans to rend
The tiny lump of snow

That fell singularly on the cold ground
The next time I see her
I hope no one is around
Because they knew of a stir

That tore me all to pieces
The dreams were just releases

Pop Sonnet #2983

Take the credit for the heart
That plays a chord and quits
Looking like the fellow art
Form is shifting in the shifts

That will hold a question
Until the end of time
Like what is making best on
The next due curious crime

That beseeches militants
To dissipate the war
And reaches willing hands
To clean up drugs off of the floor

Or better yet just drop them in
Next time you can ask to win

Pop Sonnet #2984

And drop the notion sold
Of candy in the stocking
Because the tobacco is old
And it would be downright clocking

Of a sample territory mixing
The single day of yearns
That ferry back to the fixing
Of a day of burns

That rests inside my piece of ore
The folks did tell me so
Unless there is a bit of lore
That came to take the blow

When it comes to send my mind racing
Then it is no wonder I was chasing

Pop Sonnet #2985

I will search for any high
That catches my fancy
To say otherwise to lie
That I have delved in necromancy

That plague of the mind when the dead speak
For awhile it calms the nerves
But then with a twisted nasty beak
The lighting turns to curves

And if you were constantly asking
For a bag of greens
Then who has taken masking
For what goes on means

So make a record built alone
And go into the robot drone

Pop Sonnet #2986

And stay awhile your conscience clear
That several make up tags
So if you go to the next pier
There will be the lags

That shedding of skin hopes
To reveal a different rest
The depression needs to cope
With why you are the worst and best

There is no need to bargain rank
When company is alight
To get further into the tank
And send it back to fight

To stay out of militaristic zones
Too thinly cut are your bones

Pop Sonnet #2987

Even though I realize I have made
A giant progressive list
And if there are suddenly paid
A companion should have kissed

Those legs so nice running down your skirt
Why do we avoid each other
When all can see we alert
The instinct of the brother

To let me know not this one man
But years I have to wait
Messing up the perfect can
Of camera in the gate

You still look like a real beauty
And I want to wait for fruity

Pop Sonnet #2988

Here is the double like you really care
If you have followed me this far
Then you are already there
In this midst of a tar

In the vase I would love to feel better
This year all I care about is love
It was the year she stole my sweater
And sent it to the shove

Of a purpose written last
To sell into a warehouse
That came about in the past
The way she went to souse

The style behind that sexual moan
At least no one will have ever known

Pop Sonnet #2989

But you know I could tell
About the games I've played
No point in sending us to hell
For the masquerade

Was at hand in the style
Of a costume ball
In the bed and couch and tile
We ran from the call

Until it was pushing up against us
And assumed the stylish pen
When coming down upon the fuss
To get this before it ends

And maybe I will eventually make
A player's catch for all the take

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