Pop Sonnet #2170

Alas I'm awake a few things to say
Followed you as far as you went
At least now there is a slight bit of pay
To buy my way out of the rent

Which comes once a month and
I always know when
If you were to give me your hand
We will try to go again

At last when I have found a release
I'm tired now that is truth
Don't keep me awake oh please
Fighting them all nail and tooth

Responsibility looms overhead
I am feeling quite dead

Pop Sonnet #2171

When one starts to believe in the game
The situation of crisis returns
And if you appear all the same
I would receive the old burns

And add up the feeling of mercy mild
Onto my list of apology and grace
If there is still the object of dialed
Empathy with the only place

That stores up a closet of poems
Which pile over in pages filled
If there is a certain isle of domes
That the land can be tilled

Miracles await the sleeping prince
And in the morning it makes you wince

Pop Sonnet #2172

Canopy wrestler with pages
That align in center made turn
All the wisdom of the ages
Makes for a proper top learn

From mistakes in the past and present
What will the future hold
If you revert into the pleasant
Type of morning gold

That only comes after
An early morning smoke
The overheard laughter
Going for absolute broke

And scatter the seashells on the boat ramp
Actually avoid the feeling of a cramp

Pop Sonnet #2173

Who invented the treble clef vision
Along with the mincing of the kill
That dissipates into a derision
Of beef into a mill

For scattered is the thoughts
Of this tired old thinker
I can think of a few or lots
Of crying to tinker

With the night awake
Along with a song in my heart
That made no mistake
And clinging onto the part

That in the morning catches dew
There is no better friend than you

Pop Sonnet #2174

And down we dig
To the weighted forge
Of impetus big
And a certain type of gorge

Of all the food I love the best
Caught you down to size
But if there is time for the rest
You will take the last prize

When darkness was here
I tossed and turned
Now that daybreak is clear
I have also just burned

A thousand pardons to the man that gives in
There is still effort to make us all win

Pop Sonnet #2175

Seems like there is more
Probably less
Scared onto the floor
And forgiven the mess

If inserting the clause
Brings into the doing
All for the cause
And beneath brewing

I hear a car leaving my house
And dogs bark round the street
What would make me turn into a louse
That would easily reach defeat

By one only word that carries us still
After awhile you know what I will

Pop Sonnet #2176

It is a long walk
That is certainly so
Love to sit and talk
Amiable woe

That shrinks the size
Of the liner complete
Often the wise
Will take over defeat

As long as the question in mind
Takes for a romance
I feel the old blind
And that there is a chance

Running on empty a bit overkill
You know that I'm ready at will

Pop Sonnet #2177

Double the number
See if it works
Getting quite dumber
Along with those jerks

That filled the space
With desire so full
After the race
I reached my own goal

And I believe to thank you audiences
That believed I would get there some way
Next time you go to build fences
I will conjure a feather to play

With old regret still running around
Never mind that magic you found

Pop Sonnet #2178

A bit short in stature
That's what they'll say
By me a mature
And settle to stay

If the old smokehouse
Comes toppling down
You know the old mouse
Will laugh at the brown

Digging oh digging
Down to the core
After it wigging
Out at the door

When company bought all the tidy cue balls
Has to accompany for the stalls

Pop Sonnet #2179

An early finish is what I look for
Finding a higher word count
Than any other waiting to roar
Back into any amount

Will he walk down there
Dollar in hand
It has been threadbare
And timing is grand

For an elevated deuce
In company of wild cards
That spread the caboose
Across three full yards

And ran a new coaster by the bay
Though short it is enough for today