Pop Sonnet #2060

In the urge of the aftermath

Gentle streams must erupt

Into a river wide the bath

Taken when one is corrupt

And the feeling of evermore

Comes to take you by the hand

And experience to the core

The property of land

And when us a feeling

Of proper gives to life

And then we were stealing

Against the only wife

That ever came to know me

Full of orchestrated slow fee

Pop Sonnet #2061

And even in the next child

They have filled about my place

When all can get downright wild

And get up into the race

That goes on a mile above you

When you even can't come down

And shared the program for two

Along with last night's crown

That will see into your ship

No matter when it turns

And believe the most of clip

Which still forever burns

When there is no one proper made

We can return to the fade

Pop Sonnet #2062

Writing is a past time

For whatever needs the cure

And empty out the last dime

To look properly for her

When she slipped into the crowd

There was no way to tell

And what is now allowed

Has convention down in hell

But the misery of the ancient 

Comes by to story make

And the next to very patient

Is the only type that breaks

When the lines off but it still works okay

Then we give this to the comic say

Pop Sonnet #2063

One by one the bricks are set

In position to build

When there is time to forget

And ever left to wield

A surefire piece of holy

The protection for what it is worth

And if you check it out lowly

Then it will burn the Earth

Because to practice at the word land

Is a mistake not to miss

But when there is a whole hand

You will take us to this

Land of opportunity is wide

And there is a warm room inside

Pop Sonnet #2064

But don't give in on the numbers

The ecstatic type of thrill

Exegesis in slumbers

And sometimes rises shrill

But the film will be presented

By the means of an hour

And if no one comes resented

Then you will want to shower

Then again you have tomorrow

To sort this thing all out

In the extra form to borrow

And have left the route

When I've offered the horizontal phase

You still try to beat the maze

Pop Sonnet #2065

When I told you there's no ending

Just a roundabout to stall

When the juices are still bending

Then you take it to the wall

Unless typing all the games up

Is for you to learn at last

Then next time you take the cup

You were meant this past

Time to come clean with

A woman that awaits

If ever in the most myth

And left the time on weights

For a white out in the sure shell

Coming to glorify the mail

Pop Sonnet #2066

And I never want to stop this

Because it is better just to go

With a whole cabinet of bliss

That is onto ways to know

When it lights up and becomes free

Bargain bottom in the chance

Where the spirit can meet thee

Underneath the old romance

That was dropping like a free fall

Into the highest point

Of contact with a long call

That can case the whole joint

And give back the alliance until

Offers to dutiful turn of wheel

Pop Sonnet #2067

Why does it seem like more right now

Than complications rise

Along with simple fold how

The implication lies

That can come back to bite

When the lock is undone

Unless you want a light

And breaking up is not fun

But you caved in for a minute

And no one needs to know

What you capture is now in it

And philosophy is for show

Because you can seem to get to

A world of the film through

Pop Sonnet #2068

The slow burn of a moment

That kicks in when gone

And to look back upon the foment

Of the well kept up lawn

And why there is a question of

A feeling that never dies

When you come back with the heart of love

Ano seeing through the lies

With an arsenal of magic tricks

You keep sealed in the bag

To be the one with the most picks

And slip on the rag

That was icy all over the street

And probably would have been complete

Pop Sonnet #2069

So now you arrive with soul in tact

To the ending of the day

But hours will go on for a fact

And you won't feel in the way

Because a second of an hour

Is no way to keep track of time

Unless the exact power

Makes it into the rhyme

When all is gained by the turn

Of the key in your door

I will only ask for a slight burn

That will not hit the floor

Unless cycles of a reason

Are just as much pleasing