Pop Sonnet #7680

Which makes a noise that I can feel
And probably for a certain test
There is a portion of the wheel
The circumstances rest

When you were believing what I told you
And then I changed the story
There is golden in the blue
Beyond the wandering glory

That was for me about as much as I could get back here
And celebrate your finishing when done
And that will take a bit more than a year
But I will always try to make it fun

So belong to what you want to join again in solemn craft
There was a man who cried right after he had laughed

Pop Sonnet #7681

And if you make things former than the press
There is a certain year that I could place
Was going on and on to stress
The corporations had to race

Which was why I had to look at games
From a perspective more in shape
There was a solving problem same
Was all the put back cape

And I knew there was a problem with
The ideas all was good
But that is how I use the myth
Like anybody could

So be with me in the lonely times the busy and what is past
There you can see where no one was harassed

Pop Sonnet #7682

So if formulas will tread upon the curled up mount
And you could look back right into his eyes
Where levels came along the wall like a newer count
And that is why I cannot hear the lies

When psychological manipulation comes to play
I have a keen sense of discernment
When you were all just acting that way
For my own deferment

Unless you want me to go back
And find another heat
There is a potion for the track
That left me all but neat

Which is the way I like to hold
Unless you properly refold

Pop Sonnet #7683

When you looked at me in fact
The derivative was included seen
Where one could be there to react
And one is like a machine

There could be formulas to follow
But there is an alternate approach
Even when the words seem hollow
I feel like the coach

But when you cross the line again
And make up facts on the spot
There we both can fancy win
The level was so hot

And when you asked me for the grail
There was an idea to impel

Pop Sonnet #7684

And if you cannot handle the speech
There is something else going on
That you could just extend your reach
And going back so long

When the air gets filled with energy
And the reach is in the gain
Want to have that synergy
The one inside my brain

But that is like an approach calm
I never had to argue twice
Was wondering how to serve the palm
And make you all the mice

By casting a spell that I never tried
Once in awhile I knew she lied

Pop Sonnet #7685

And that makes the theatrical come into balance
The perfect form coming from fields
There inside the newest chalice
And the information is sealed

There is a common want above the core
To when the rest digs down
And when you get up on the floor
The mighty is in town

When I knew you could flow entire
And the rest would march
Come back to the new desire
And I feel quite parched

Because the water flows around but not much deep inside
Hold onto the air before you get there passing rides

Pop Sonnet #7686

So if you were to inform the whole
That part was sinking fast
There is a proper new control
And that was here to cast

There is a page that I am stuck on
As though I would have finished
Was all that could have been there spawned
And went to what had diminished

Over time there was a flood of thoughts
Kept assuring you of timing
And there is someone with spots
The heaviness in signing

And if you want to look upon the window where she sat
There are times that I forget where the hell I am at

Pop Sonnet #7687

The last thing that she said to me
Was that I was the greatest
Unless there was a whole new sea
And wanted the new latest

There is a fact that I cannot erase
And I would not want to anyway
Was here beside the open face
And next time you can pray

So if you happen to get lost
And no one seems to help
There was a courage to take cost
And knowing where the kelp

Was in your way before the steam
That is the last time you had that dream

Pop Sonnet #7688

So make for me a foolproof plan
That I can learn mistakes
Of anyone that seems to have
An ideal for the lakes

And I will go on with the steady flow of constant writing
There is a newer number everyday
As the countdown appears to be inviting
Which one would take us either way

So call back to force in rationale
The carving of a whole ideal
And when you knew the other stale
Was all that could be real

Unless you want to transfer through
And I can make that happen too

Pop Sonnet #7689

I do not want to force you in
And so I have given all the choice
There is a way before the sin
To come up with a voice

Where I was properly alerted that there would be change
There I took the gate by the stream in the maze
Which looks as though the proper team is already in range
And that is why I fell through in the haze

Where someone seemed to want to smoke
And that is fine by me
Because there is a format spoke
Of by the history

So if you plan on going back to where you all came from
Please do not ever forget to bring your old tin drum