Pop Sonnet #2180

Colors in array assorted
Finally can refuse everything
Minor player deported
And a sky with such a ring

That used to confuse the sterile noises
All with a feeling for comfort at last
And take back the other choices
Makes you wonder so fast

After the wage of illustrative page
Makes for a true word understood
And lend me the key to your cage
It smells like smoking for good

If you could tap back into the void
Call me crazy but I ain't paranoid

Pop Sonnet #2181

And the old talking brought in the weight
For the classic ringer opposition drone
That carefully loaded a small paper plate
And left all the others in the moan

Along with descriptions of the old trust
After awhile it all tends to shine through
And take me back to the absolute must
Be you ever so true

The next time I catch you in the decision made
I already checked in on the children
And if there is a better way to get paid
Know exactly how you have been

So push pull and dig deep the loom
Just don't along the way meet your doom

Pop Sonnet #2182

Does the difficulty matter when flying
Add up a silver coin spree
And can you help it from trying
To receive the tree

With open arms a plant
Vegetation is correct
Defend against the rant
Leave it to be checked

Even in the rainy spots the outside
Looks even in on the trip to the port
Along with where it tends to hide
And sneaks back into a roast

If I flew like this at every pass
I would be beyond the grass

Pop Sonnet #2183

Only a ways more to dig now
Without any complaints
And if the sturdy allow
A fictional saint

That made way to the train
And caught a ride on out
Where the echoes of the strain
Ring all throughout

And in eternal maze
The comforter arises
Within a serious craze
Settle up on the next prizes

All around like a courage taken
After awhile nothing was shaken

Pop Sonnet #2184

Special placement among heaps
The drying is dead
Taken back into mad creeps
Along with what is said

The treasure replaces
The old glass case from when
We needed the races
A lot to discover you've been

A guide for the sermon that surpasses youth
Always to dig back into the hole
That is by now miles deep in truth
And gave back everything I stole

When the memories flood back in
I can deliver unto a win

Pop Sonnet #2185

Every time for the push pull
I have been in flight
Feels for life like it has been full
Of desire and the right

To continue on down into the unknown
Where settled up regression displays
Every time there is alone
A decision to change the ways

Arise with responses clear
The next determines fate
And if there are next year
Plans to reap the wait

Of a few minutes to put on the clock
To get back to the stage and rock

Pop Sonnet #2186

Stopping for a few seconds when you crash
All the way to the end you have gone
And if there are any new times for cash
That dollar will take me to the loan

And buying all kinds of tobacco again
Thought I had given up but looks to be back
Unless you don't know how to get in
Then all I can do is keep track

Of the lost seconds that built up a track
Over the wave secondary plays score
The aftermath of when you came back
And feeling so distant ever for

A loss in the struggle of righted wrong
That does not mean you don't belong

Pop Sonnet #2187

This gets harder by every verse
Trying to come up with pages
Of the way I practice and rehearse
And become as bountiful as sages

That transplant of sorts left me feeling good
Sympathy begins to stir up and act
Upon wherewithal absolutely should
Stick with all that can be a fact

When pressure seems to mix with time
The certain coined phrases come out
And if ever there is a crime
Should still tell you what it is about

And rock will live in every heart
Find another place to start

Pop Sonnet #2188

It took me some extra time
To catch up for the day
Double digits rhyme
With the movement away

The chemicals of an edge
That stir into focus
Realizes a large type of ledge
To stand next to the locus

Of angles you could still capture
For the holy prism light
That reminds you of a rapture
To remain here tonight

Only one left just don't blow it
There is only one way to show it

Pop Sonnet #2189

Next time I'll be skipping out
Of dropping into this dark
All the time you have no doubt
Separates the glistening spark

That went out upon the drop
And asked next to inheritance wage
The next circle will make a stop
To flip through this abyss of age

That concedes to bely
On certain drains to call them
And how notorious rye
Returns to take a trim

Upon meeting up with you
I have always been tried and true