Pop Sonnet #6160

And since the verses are one at a time
The simple is reversed to be more
Than a secondary managed climb
Which struck beyond the floor

Which made me wonder if the tax
Was already hitting ground
And when you know to relax
Which really had been the downed

And that just means I have no idea late
How to return to that place
Where you had maintained familiar rates
And was the one that laced

And that just means you cannot have the idols that were there
Unless someone else is taking up the fare

Pop Sonnet #6161

And if a make a comment on
The obvious approach too soon
Which makes a virile progress fond
Of where you could go tune

The mockery demonstrated at the final tap
Was heading to intricate awareness of sand
Which makes you go as far to rap
And was about to be planned

That really makes me think of anywhere
Which was about too frail
The average of them leaving there
Was about to be unveiled

And really that is why you ask
Where the only mirror was a flask

Pop Sonnet #6162

Beyond the goal but still ahead
And this time I see another fifty
Coming back to take the stead
And lead us to the shifty

And when you knew I could not part
The only words that fell
When you memorize the art
And was about as far to sell

Mystery enabled in the corner crank
And that is why the anvil hatched
That could have been a total prank
Whatever they claimed matched

Which makes me so thirsty that I have to drink
Unless you have a second for me to stop and think

Pop Sonnet #6163

And if you could take the time away
To settle when the rest
Was here to somehow storm the gray
And leave you with a vest

That was here to warm you up now
Which nothing was about
And lived along some wave allows
The mighty in the route

That was connecting with my throat
Sending goosebumps up my spine
That could have been another vote
Unless you had the wine

That was about to curate bold
The dollar on the card will hold

Pop Sonnet #6164

Never were you in the locks
Of boldness to a tote
That could be around the block
And look back at the note

Which really if it seems so strange
Nothing is really missing
Was about to get in range
Of all the days when insisting

That the problem is really with the length
Until one day arriving
Where someone handed me the strength
And ever upward timing

And you could give to her the card
Unless someone was already a bard

Pop Sonnet #6165

So I keep the faith going on
The number that will blink to tap
The message when the feeling is gone
And to lie down for a nap

When the music gets so strange
And you were planning out
The furnishing in the change
That was sipping about

The minstrel was a cast iron boot
And that does not alarm
To sing about the magic flute
And setting up to charm

The courage that was placed inside
Was here along with ideals tried

Pop Sonnet #6166

And that key is the percent on top
Which really makes me think of school
And here the courage already stops
To be a total spool

That unravels when you take
And good thing it is blocked
There we see a bad mistake
Coming from where stocked

And it makes me want to see the whole spectrum of
A simple type of channel goes to buy
Which returns sympathies all shaken up with love
To get the level of what applies

To be as honest as a ghost
Which seems sometimes what makes the most

Pop Sonnet #6167

And retracted ministers in the forest
That were performing miracles
Left and right belongs to the test
Which can keep us in the lyrical

That were set up to remind
The speaker of the chance
And when you will take the kind
Of where we have the trance

And that will limit me to use
The purpose when remaining
And division of the snooze
Was about to be the shaming

Of an entire force of life that peers
Into the headroom there was leers

Pop Sonnet #6168

When you looked down at firmer stakes
And have no second to keep
The window that belonged to takes
Was here beginning to weep

Upon the addiction of the movie
That feeling only art provides
And when someone else was improving
The current that will have inside

The machines that will push around
The combat which was marking
And to corner the firmest found
And was here to be darkening

The door of a stranger set up
There we see him fly to the cup

Pop Sonnet #6169

And after the newly fermented liquid
There is a bite to the push
Which came about like a kid
And was already shushed

From the point of impact reaches
There is a new vision port
That could display a thousand beaches
Just to play a sport

And when the cage is tripped
There are victims that will float
To a new dimension where the dipped
Was here inviting the remote

And nothing else will seem to stay
Unless I was finished for today