Pop Sonnet #2130

Clearly we have made the cut
About to die atop the hill
The edge before us knowing what
And we can take a moment to chill

And reconsider what is made
To be a problem or a way to solve
The second time I sat in the shade
And that is the way to revolve

Around the mission spot
And make a temporary fire
When cooking until hot
And appeal to the spire

Of justice that contorts the views
It will work out if you only choose

Pop Sonnet #2131

And taking cues from a nearby song
Help me to fly along the zip
With a long drive all along
It is basically a day's road trip

And to take pressure from the gig
Knowing full well that you were out cold
And when they threatened to take the rig
Down the mountain no one told

You that there was a cut off to the joke
Thought perhaps you believed the man
And now you go for total broke
When you made up the next began

To take an organization to the level
In this task you will completely revel

Pop Sonnet #2132

But the maker solid star
Features back to promise more
Absolutely made it far
Before turning to the store

Where we indulged in every vice
That someone could now sign
And make you think of it twice
Before you know you will be fine

And all those lost their innocence
For a mile to report
That walked around the fence
And then engaged in sport

To at least have a few done
Keeps the only way to run

Pop Sonnet #2133

After math in the room of rules
Made us feel like total fools
And if she goes and drools
You still have the right tools

Echo in a lasting make
Got to know when to take
Sack it up just for the sake
Never mind that tiny shake

There is life on next week's bill
Just want to control you still
Maybe you won't or will
There is the question real

When a total operation replies
And in the face of logic flies

Pop Sonnet #2134

That is important even now
Got to see what happened next
And in the seat someone knew how
To send you any kind of text

When the next will demonstrate
The party that went on for days
And carrying the giant crate
To remind me that you have your ways

Of making things go on
For silver shining in green
That went for ever long
And forced it on the screen

When making casual tunes jump
Now you have just a bump

Pop Sonnet #2135

Half where there and exact time
Appears upon the meter board
That tracks every moment to the crime
Of that situation in the hoard

And in and out of consciousness
A precious day for the escape
And if the vortex launches rinse
To force into the shape

That carried uphill that driver
Along with standing in place
Always look into the strive her
Makes shift elemental face

That waved along the go for flag
Underneath the wet rag

Pop Sonnet #2136

To race along where I can bump
And dig a giant hole
So that the verses stump
Anyone in the role

Evidence came slightly back
When I launched a battle
And finding a separate attack
That kept up the fine rattle

When nothingness came flying by
I would still already weep
Along with ways to fry
With the mountain ever steep

Certain roads I won't go down
Just so I can stick around

Pop Sonnet #2137

I wonder how many more
Will pass by this lonely way
Where no one keeps score
And you live from day to day

Playing with the remote
That controls what is seen
And questions for the zygote
Will open up the scene

For friendly cooperation
And tied down to the sport
Operate the nation
To find out a resort

Of excellent service and good employ
Never wanted to destroy

Pop Sonnet #2138

Still digging this ditch
Finding if there is a glitch
Striking it ever rich
Get off the next hitch

When we stick together rungs
For my dried and worthless lungs
That will cough up dirty tongues
Of what can feel so very stung

With one without that still will go
Far beyond the Eastern flow
That catches anything you know
Back into the same old show

That collapses into frequent exhaust
And wondering who all got lost

Pop Sonnet #2139

Last of all I'd like to say
It is not as easy this way
To constantly know how to play
And finding out which one to pay

For the ultimate goal of wealth
Finding out who has it good
For another chalked up stealth
And precisely went where he should

But maybe it is hard to finish
A day's worth of programmed verse
To get into the big wish
Of a fixed type to rehearse

Is one of the books I love the best
In my own verse I do find rest