Pop Sonnet #2430

Every moment I am awake
I will write this piece to you
And bottle up the wake
That plants onto what grew

And ultimately opens wide
The feeling that you had
When everything is left inside
And operates until your sad

Again on the level wherever to be
Is a shining example of roots
That take shape unto a plea
With all that can reboot

The feeling is left up to the stars
And we are free to move in bars

Pop Sonnet #2431

Dig me a river with these sentences
That run on and never stop
Because ultimately the penances
Will rise to the top

And cultivate the attitude
That shrink about the dire
When flesh is in the only mood
To run across the wire

That tight rope tightens
Above the enchanted breeze
Where something frightens
And brings to the knees

All these questions of ability
And storm waves of agility

Pop Sonnet #2432

My keys are growing rusty
Along with computer death
And she was ever busty
Thought I heard the breath

Of an only rhyme repetition marked
Along with other word choice
That gains a type of further larked
Exception to the moist

That several days went by and ran
Along with scruples came
The second we flash in the pan
And feed you more of the same

When arguments never cease
And all you wanted was the peace

Pop Sonnet #2433

Of course when it comes
You will have to wonder why
All the seconds in Rum
And then reach for the sky

When I have elevated clear
To rise above the empty mush
That plays again when you are dear
And keeps you from the hush

When extrapolating king
The moisture does subside
But when throwing out the ring
That you always went to hide

Please bring along that whiffle bat
Just so I know where to play at

Pop Sonnet #2434

Even though there is a place to smoke
And unlimited tobacco reach
That came to go for a spoke
Of whatever you can preach

That rainy illusion tide
The sweeping of the main
That takes for another ride
And lives complete for the vain

That you have chosen to eclipse
When weather changes moods
Just take another few trips
And you will feel the prudes

Breaking in for life to pay
What did you just have to say

Pop Sonnet #2435

So shift through the deck
Of all the tears awakening
No the rest went to heck
Because there was beckoning

That remained private
As long as you can hear
About the old drive it
That left me this fear

And remorse is golden in the state
Of practical awakenings
That made you want to stay so late
And fought for wider shakings

That never seemed to fit to well
But I am in a transfixed spell

Pop Sonnet #2436

And never mind what you brought
To the target of the heft
That came back when all was bought
And turned to the short left

When directions got all botched
And simply fell apart
The wearing of the watched
That takes to heart

The empty tray of noises
That screamed for a release
And caught you in the choices
Of an empty type of beast

That scares me when it barks
And I check back when sparks

Pop Sonnet #2437

Fly in all directions never landing
Before the fire goes out
And I will always be handing
Everything without

The purpose fled along side
The mystery engages
And difficult to be wide
To put up with the pages

That linger on and drive
So mysteriously into light
And wake back to the thrive
Of the second type of sight

That transforms psychics into priests
And makes us all return the feasts

Pop Sonnet #2438

So I am getting to where I need to go
Always looking both ways
Before I cross ever so slow
As long as someone stays

Behind in the mill
That opportunity adjusts
In the whiskey still
There are a few musts

That behave so gallantly
Upon the approaching wake
And make for ships the valiantly
Never made a mistake

And if you are still here with me
Then you will already see

Pop Sonnet #2439

When I get to tomorrow's batch
I hope I never choke
Because the dreams are in the catch
And now I want to smoke

Because when thoughts approach my head
They stay for a cycle or two
And then you give up crumbs of bread
To help us see you through

And then the turning point is made
Along with some ideas
And if you bit into the played
That secondary whiz

That came to me in a vision
And never seemed to share derision