Pop Sonnet #7490

And in the midst of a new set
The reset is here to sit
Where someone knew the bet
And had to guess the wit

Where assurances were reliable discussions
The best I could do for you
Was in the thrust of all instructions
Where someone came into

The presence in the mystery chair
So poignant so exposed
Rely upon the open air
To be the one that knows

Which way to go before the turn
And that is precisely why they learn

Pop Sonnet #7491

Where wisdom sits beside the Empire
Which is a thread of enveloping
There could be a look into the wire
And dropped below the hoping

Where someone knew to live without
The things that held them back
Was knowing all the logic route
Was headed beneath the shack

There in the crisp fresh air
There is a position wild
When you look at the lair
It is like becoming a child

All over again with the line between the phrase
Everyday the world is worthy of my praise

Pop Sonnet #7492

I would have declensions ready
For the bridge entire to still
There could be a busting steady
And gave back the will

Which does not take too much longer
Than the usual day’s labor
Was becoming ever stronger
Had a millisecond to savor

The Earth in goodness rely the same
Where badges fall on boxes
And the opening of fame
Was what had the foxes

Darting this way and that never seeing right in front
Whatever it is that they want

Pop Sonnet #7493

And beginning to live the dream
Where fading into oblivion reaches
Was the ultimate rehearsed seam
And that was the way to get creatures

And that is where I run below
The stifling wind was plenty
And even if you did not know
There were more than twenty

And develop in the current phase
Was a level beyond the cold
And the knowing of the ways
Could write me down on hold

Which really for me gets to the back
Where compasses will always stack

Pop Sonnet #7494

And knowing the operative signal was dim
There is a flood of knowledge precept
What can take us to the trim
Beyond the goal that crept

Was to be a shame if nothing happened
But the momentum carries on
And that is what will be so random
The most prolific of them gone

To another spot among the list
And everything was a challenge
Read like mad upon that wrist
Was the ultimate movie binge

And that will get you into shape
The level that you left to scrape

Pop Sonnet #7495

There in the need is a pyramid dynamic
Where stamps in roads are bound
There is a decision so syllabic
That was everything your ground

Stood firm below the hill
Was a maker in the stream of conscious
There is a heavily built up will
That leaves things in the haunches

Where I was walking down a path
When no one else was coming
There to be the wrath
Was all the ready humming

There could be a principle released
Whatever noises just then ceased

Pop Sonnet #7496

And that is where I feel release
The dawn in betting small
And wonder for the crease
There is a chance so tall

And that is like just newly dropped
But that still makes it wonderful
And whatever position stopped
The day was in the midst of under bowl

The loss of the weirdness in the bridges
Is the imagination fading out
When you get involved with the ridges
There you lead the doubt

And distraction is all it takes to see through
And once in awhile things get new

Pop Sonnet #7497

What am I supposed to do in the walk
There is a certain transposed illusion
Where someone straightened the block
And ran into so much confusion

Was a prayer beneath the will
That kept a circle in reliance
There to see whatever still
Was shining through the defiance

And when you get into the word
There are understatements to approach
And everyone knew the sudden bird
Was longing to get to the poach

And when you get through enormous tunnel lengths
Remember all the very strengths

Pop Sonnet #7498

When I suffer for my art
Things turn out with passion
There is ideals pulled apart
And facing the new fashion

I take a stride in what programs
And that is why I get to the square
When trouble lingers in the grams
There is someone to dare

And that is why it takes awhile
To get ready just to save
And even in all the style
There is one so brave

Which gives unto me the early type
Cannot blame you if you hype

Pop Sonnet #7499

And things turned out so small this time
Even if the words can come out on top
There is a strong feeling of getting the average rhyme
To work where this code will stop

And that is why the flowers appear
And the roots are all green
Where the mode was so near
The level you have seen

With eyes in your head that keep changing
The patterns rise and fall
Was someone else ranging
Once and for all

That fit me into the locker at school in the hall
After awhile I just want it all