Pop Sonnet #2630

Cold are the keys that type
When winter takes a bow
And leaves you in the ripe
Situation that leaves now

Unless the fortune is bunk
All that takes a level down
And regrades the old junk
That kicked us out for the sound

That made you think we were dead
Unless there was a hope later
For all of the things that are bred
Along with an average fader

That brings back the music for us
There never was a big bus

Pop Sonnet #2631

And the energy exposure
Caused a natural rift
That made plans for he throws her
Into the perfect time shift

That celebrates whims for a lark
And presses on curtain pictures
That make up for the mark
And return the element fixtures

That came about twice in this blog
Where eternity meets the sea
And last time I mentioned the fog
I was already who I could be

The mental awareness returns
And dreamland it very much burns

Pop Sonnet #2632

And last time you ran us all out

There was a delicate phrase

To leave well alone in the doubt

For that was the returning praise

To get rid of notions that stick

Among the ferry ride perks

To be amongst the old trick

And finding out from the works

That there is time for a bandy old cane

The one you use just to walk

Beware of the curtailed scream stain

That came back into jealousy talk

The one that ignored you for hours

And trampled on your last flowers

Pop Sonnet #2633

And we get to the breaking point soon

Along with a epilogue of sex

To be along with you in tune

And where all the things that have next

Written all over you now

To take a company of the same

To be amongst jailers of high brow

Impetus laughs up your name

The pertinent key to the lifting

Is checking whether they live

For the permanent height of the shifting

Went to take a much longer dive

And now you can see so far ahead

They will take you up like lead

Pop Sonnet #2634

So we get to the marginal fret

And we enjoy all the muscle

For the next time you do let

Someone in make sure they can hustle

So women belong to their men

That sounds outdated and past

Because the dreams spreading me thin

And next time first will be last

The never played songs of my youth

That scratch resistance and when

Taking causes the sleuth

To be out in the middle of din

There was a certainty that shed light

But we turned it all out of sight

Pop Sonnet #2635

I have written a lot never seen

So I reckon I will publish it on my own

Where I get readers for lean

The purpose is to be all ingrown

Because I have a new star

The camp talk for making the mark

To be accompanied where you are

And look upon the empty dark

The settling of arguments came

When I snapped back to my senses

And insurance still was to blame

And the times we put up the fences

So that a nosy person won't last

I'm going on and on fast

Pop Sonnet #2636

Never talk about encouraged fame

Because the dream scattered the thoughts

Across the slippery dream and came

A few times before taking shots

Because I know now there's a plane

Around the comfort of design

To take back forage for rain

To be in the midst of a line

That divides land with a border

To be a second hoarder

And to return to the sorter

That made your order

And all that will file backwards left

There is a rock that is quite cleft

Pop Sonnet #2637

So go on and never give up the ghost

Because no one knows the future at all

You may have lived up to the most

And reckon you'll dry for the call

And I went to great lengths to write

All the time I was sorting out quests

Because there are experiences fright

That make up for the new men lest

There is anyone that wants to quit

Beneath the soil of letters

To freely take another hit

And to ramp up the betters

That made for a nice waking life

The one that kept the knife

Pop Sonnet #2638

For you see there are dares in the blitz

An animal washes back from

To take the noteworthy sits

Along the way to be some

That will encourage words from afar 

Not that anyone knows

Trust me no one says where you are

Unless it comes to the blows

And further the waiting for time

Out on the ship that will fall

Into the abyss known as mime

That will copy you all

And make a tomorrow seem past

I will get to you at last

Pop Sonnet #2639

No need to explain what just happened

At least there was matter inside

For the feeling of lap end

Is better than what you have fried

The brain is shifting the gears

Of a breaking point forward

To run around with the sheers

And land in a pool that was toward

A feverish flank of the risks

That are taken just to get high

Because the earlier whisks

Were enough to make us all cry

But I am here with the only friend

That will love me until the end