Pop Sonnet #2730

Whether or not the lesser takes
A breezy new jacket heart
That can always tell when lakes
Are full up to the start

And if there are preconceived
Notions of ideological life
Then we are all quite deceived
By the socialistic knife

That plunges into differences
Diverse when we are shaken
Going to the references
And now you have been faking

For a dime beneath the bench
I know you might now need a wench

Pop Sonnet #2731

And when the multiple combustion proves
Now left up to the range
And makes for all the perfect moves
That are about to change

Because we work in solid sleep
That time you forgot the day
All the time you have to weep
Next time you will go pray

But if someone will counter
The move I left in motion
That feeling of a mounter
The one replaced the ocean

With a giant hole of earth
That can be replaced with worth

Pop Sonnet #2732

And now there is a perfect spot
Where destiny collides
And makes it all turn to rot
Beneath the pyramid glides

The bus was lost and wandering
Around the framing light
There were many laundering
The second nature fright

That came about when rules were broken
And nice try to make it happen
When words were never spoken
There was some complete napping

Which is seeming less strange now
But it still makes me wonder how

Pop Sonnet #2733

Never take a motion forth
That could spread the ideation
Of a superlative up north
Of the time that is reprobation

For the gentle mildew sleeps
And wells up in my chest
And afterwards it has the creeps
Beneath all the very best

That rise to the illusion goal
And reappear when questioned
To be all the way is full
And we are the way lessoned

To be as perfect as an angel is
There are drinks with all that biz

Pop Sonnet #2734

Sunlight bleeds through dewy screens
That make the smoke noticeable
And take back where the other leans
The ways to be at the stable

Point of an operation lasts
That makes for understanding
And disappears quite fast
To take upon the landing

And wake up in the new form
Of a metamorphosis trip
That kept the other children warm
And managed not to slip

From a basement with a water pool
Next time you will make us rule

Pop Sonnet #2735

And if the other side implodes
With magic in the alliance spreads
And takes a note on all the modes
That had to take the meds

For once I think I will skip that word
That I have now misspelled
Even when the simple bird
Flies past the forest swelled

And takes another hit from me
Because I always offer
Unless there are ways to see
The moment that you proffer

On about the cumbersome ways
That can make for different days

Pop Sonnet #2736

Unless you write you will never know
Just how far down this list is
That makes for next among the show
And whatever you think mist is

That tanks a fortune from a mire
Of the heart's utmost desire
And remakes all the little wire
Just to keep you from a fire

And lift me up where beggars drink
Around the several tanks
That purr like a kitten between the think
Of whatever makes banks

That is the goal for most in here
But it may take several years

Pop Sonnet #2737

My goal was never that though
And I should make it clear
That I write for the flow
And nothing to make fear

Among my readers that there can be
A mode that further finish
The lightning that flashes me
And never can diminish

So albeit there are mistakes
Even in this verse
That cannot be reproduced by fakes
Unless they bare the worse

Side of language collapsing
And now my taste is lapsing

Pop Sonnet #2738

There are so many words to describe
What happened all this week
But I must take coffee imbibe
That paranormal leak

Of pressure gained in a lock
That steered toward the dock
And asked him for a frock
And broke another clock

Between the mighty river bed
There is a lake of gold
That came to be apart of said
Images you hold

In a smaller place for awhile
There are always ways to file

Pop Sonnet #2739

Beneath the mode of tyrant pay
The dictator loses his hold
And now the army leads the way
Beneath revolution cold

That way we preach what lasts forever
And takes a further turn
That can escape the very clever
And watches all this burn

Everything is gone from my side
Homeless in the streets
But I made it home from the ride
That would otherwise defeat

The whole purpose of my ways
To write forever for the days