Pop Sonnet #2970

This early I can feel the burn
Of a morning rush
The tripled out prolong earn
To be an idle thrush

And win it all the court is clear
To rewind all the tapes
And then go back into the fear
That life is going to landscapes

Of a proper function well
I see you in the dream
We will have to take your spell
And go for it it seems

And here they come to tell me off
I would now promise to be soft

Pop Sonnet #2971

The smell gives away the present hidden
So they will not know
But as soon as there is midden
I would have the dough

To cough up long and big the smoke
That gently glides through my lungs
Next time you will dive in poke
That separates the rungs

To chat with me for hours on end
And never watch a clock
Now that I am stuck on send
I hope to see you walk

So I ride out to the other stage
Bring along your favorite page

Pop Sonnet #2972

So the smell will always approach
The timing is adjusted
Think about the old encroach
And then you will be dusted

To reign them in a dancer hand
To burst while no one looks
And run away with all that planned
For coming to the books

And ringing softly behind the wall
I think you will be okay
Unless there is an opportune call
To make the next of way

And now we see the blooming
It took me a while of grooming

Pop Sonnet #2973

But I want to find the perfect fit
For a man that searches wide
Even with the dreams that all were it
About the way she cried

Afterwards but no regrets
The women I once have known
For either way it takes the pets
To be all that is shown

And remember tree branches work
For what can be a next
Paralyzed all over lurk
To the next question of the perplexed

And idly you spin the car
Running out of gas so far

Pop Sonnet #2974

If I were to go another route
And meet up with you all later
Then I know another bout
Will sink into the crater

That you have now run amok
Amidst the smooth clean case
They will have you fried and buck
And a half to get a raise

And now I will help you all pay
For things you needed to
Unless there were some assured day
That you could now get through

So tidy up a level helm
And see you in the next up realm

Pop Sonnet #2975

Tales of woe and simple ratings
For the dealing wild
That kept up with the round waiting
For however the styled

Were put up in riches vote
For purity will rest
Above the secondary quote
That there will be a vest

And honor makes a bitter end
To drive a knot in twine
And go for colors that will send
A message too divine

That shatters hypocrisies at night
And keeps up the next huge flight

Pop Sonnet #2976

And deeper motions of the plane
Will ask for all things that never surface
That asks for any cosmic train
That you will ride on purpose

To beg for change on a street corner
Looks to me like it came
Back to another warner
That knew it would turn shame

Into something better now you ask
For a fitting scar
That company has brought up casks
Of overwhelming spar

Which came to you in a sudden quick
That spiked up the flaming wick

Pop Sonnet #2977

Here to me the pressure rises
Filling up the pages
With the tangent flows for prizes
And will bring the wages

To a ride north of this spot
I think you will find the beach
And there are sports in that big lot
Where bicycles go preach

And after all the comfort bleeds
I will have found you make
An eternity of what now needs
To follow a mistake

And fix the problem before it starts
You know I think that really smarts

Pop Sonnet #2978

All the way if I have to push
The mental game is writhing
To be aboard the next great bush
That was about to go tithing

For a mentor lives forever in the hearts of men
Got to be about the phase
That dire icy wind
To keep us all upon the haze

And clouds were rising high
To fit a certain melancholy
I would like to fly
Back into the holy

Days when others came to see
All about the infrastructure that was built for me

Pop Sonnet #2979

In this game there will be three
Players just to start
And then when people join the glee
We will return the part

Of plays when making all the calls
That happen to grow like weeds
The keeping of the habit walls
To form a certain deed

That letters off a certain stew
The way we had to eat
Everyday for something new
Even if it is a repeat

Of the line that felt so long
Tracing pages of this song