Pop Sonnet #1970

Run towards the lightning sky
Finding out the reasons for
The ultimate to ask why
And create a furthermore

To essentially devise
The tower in the ring
Going just to televise
Life can up and bring

The college to delivery grand
Making trades in the back
And if there is a band
Then they will not attack

When you feel like you are going in
Stop and show us your big grin

Pop Sonnet #1971

Relegation to the level secure
Found out all that you had left
And if you knew how much there were
Along with being deft

At putting on the silver cage
While the magic rocked away
And to find the pilgrim's age
Would turn to the next day

When you were there and all
To see the entire train
And been back to the call
And focus in the rain

To set up entire mixes of
And to call the whole thing love

Pop Sonnet #1972

What will be my excuse today
Don't have anything to pretend
And if you can be this way
We should just let it end

And copy down the tasteful bites
To take a plan that worked
And to give someone the frights
There was a different jerked

Back to the level of commitment
And royal types of fines
When you have been all but spent
Going with the signs

That heroes play a record for
Got to get back to the store

Pop Sonnet #1973

I may move a little frustrated
Feeling uncanny hit points
And if you have cultivated
The other five joints

That stayed with you feeling baked
Now I am up with the rest
Going to get all the faked
Residence is the best

Because even when you failed
You still made it far
And in the talk you could have nailed
What rode along in the car

To another point of being
All could not be seeing

Pop Sonnet #1974

Racing that old timer down
Not sure what time you started
But there is an assuring noun
That will capture you and darted

Back into the sheltered ground
The mix up slowed my mind
And if I was ever renowned
Then the world was kind

When kick backs cleared a record path
And the lighting went back in
To organize the simple wrath
And holler to begin

Nothing works except the break
Long enough to feel the ache

Pop Sonnet #1975

Lost some time to cultivate
The right set of typed up words
And even if they cannot rate
They'll find you in the herds

And to make the writer laugh
About his endless stash
Even if the only half
Came back to hide the crash

And cleaned up all the details
When crumbs were falling round
The floor was in the rails
That could have a total pound

When you find out you have been there
We will watch from only where

Pop Sonnet #1976

We should have been
The course run dry
And if you start again
You may know why

Some are shorter than the rest
I feel it when I type
And I will go for the best
When that becomes so ripe

And flip a switch to plagiarize
The papers not for others
And think about the good disguise
And turn into your brothers

Because below the experimental wish
There is a full on separate dish

Pop Sonnet #1977

Double gunned at this point stable
Running along with the fountain
And when you find out the table
Is on top of the mountain

To set up any type of speed
That crumble along with heads
That definitely took the need
Out of the bodies dead

Without a plural it will sink
But I leave it anyway
Because it leaves you all to think
About a different day

When the words came flowing out
And the separation was about

Pop Sonnet #1978

A different sort of catch all phrase
That showered in the dutch
And made for a separate malaise
Keeping back the touch

That cleared a plain of wires
Around the chalky whites
And paid to sit by the fires
And chomping on the sites

When rolling back the prism count
There was a folly lot
That would have taken up the mount
As long as you were not

Going after rainbow endings for the pot of gold
And if you could ride yourself right into the old

Pop Sonnet #1979

And now we play that old timed fear
To accompany the masses
Along with the next make of gear
That kicked so many asses

And guarded back a thought or two
About the hatchling purpose clear
In the second time with you
And will make your tear

Streak down your face in a sadness
Got to lead you to the cross
Where you can drop your madness
And count all is not loss

But so much has stood in your way
That you can find another play