Pop Sonnet #2700

Thinking that the light will do
Has seen me through the day
And if you know what is for blue
The curses that will play

And target money is so plain
The loophole in dessert
And not a lot of sleep for drain
The man will make it hurt

The forage time for empiricists
Makes for a full job
Unless there are new lyricists
That never had to rob

If I could do it all again
I would know just better when

Pop Sonnet #2701

There are a few things still a bother
Like why I hurt my family and friends
With stupid moves toward my father
Who took the brunt of ends

But I know I am forgiven
Though I shouldn't be
This time I know I am living
For the child in me

That always wants to dream aloud
When I have this disorder
And takes time making feelings proud
Of all that can reorder

As much as time has sent to me
A way to know just how to be

Pop Sonnet #2702

Figurative charts lay plans
In times to make up days
To lose my children to your hands
And walk around the ways

That cannot seem to push or pull
The chair is just too heavy
To move we would need a full
Crew that wants to levy

The steady hands we had
Before we went to drink
And now you know they all feel bad
For making us all think

That I have done so much wrong
Will I only dwell so long

Pop Sonnet #2703

If you followed me to here
I have to ask you to go on
Than you have ever leer
At sheets that make it spawn

When I am only half asleep
I wonder if I rested
Feeling just a tiny cheap
Unless you have been tested

That midterm or final comes so fast
Before you learn it all
And chips are flying around so cast
The bet into a stall

That makes you blink twice in a row
And you still have your afterglow

Pop Sonnet #2704

Am I taken for a thought
That turns to me instead
Leading all that is forgot
And using bike's retread

The sympathy I know is there
But I take full responsibility
For what can you make to beware
That no one else will feel agility

For if you have failed me once
It is possible another time
Unless you called back to the dunce
That acted like a mime

But I know there are other hopes
You just for now choose the ropes

Pop Sonnet #2705

Tiny aches in my whole back
Because I may have fallen
In the night when I fought the attack
For you they should be calling

And now I have made a far throw
When pages bounce around
And average liken to a bow
That made that rushing sound

When shot so accurate to the hole
That wasn't covered at all
To be quite in the fire skull
That Seattle geode wins the ball

Of what an object now will be
I refuse to climb that tree

Pop Sonnet #2706

Sometimes I am on or off
When composing all these rhymes
Sometimes I have to cough
After choking on the limes

That juice that sours my whole mouth
And freshens the assault
Of the manager so south
Onto what is my fault

And now I feel a bit more high
Than I did a minute ago
It is the very reason why
I had to buy fresh tobacco

Because now it is stronger smoke
And I always go for broke

Pop Sonnet #2707

If there was a way to get there
Without all the suffering and pain
Then I would have to place the stair
Right above the pane

Where I can climb back to the fort
And simply lock down felt
To be a bit more of the sort
That takes what I've been dealt

And never mind how long you are
Because it is how it is used
And I know if I feel the car
Come in and be amused

There is a way to finish this
But for now I think I miss

Pop Sonnet #2708

Never proof read stream of conscious
Because that is a bad idea
To check what natural words are launches
To the new right here

That you can see I had a wish
Long ago to complete
What is filling up your dish
With words so replete

With feelings and music and verse
The times I want to write them
And feel never like it is a curse
That guides you on to sight grim

And now that verse has concluded
It was always for you we rooted

Pop Sonnet #2709

Be back tomorrow with your lines
And dig a deeper hole
Sometimes they are going fine
And then you get the bowl

Of the juices that enhance
The company does rise
Without it you will have no chance
Unless someone else flies

Then you take a leverage thought
And chase it down the stream
All the poetry that is not
In this wicked dream

And now I feel it shutting down
The leaves are blowing all around