Monday, October 27, 2014

Pop Sonnet #2450

From a long ass journey
That takes time to explain
And if you never earn me
Then I will wait to plane

Out over water when I lost the game
Because the girl was hurt
And anyway it is all the same
I dug out of the dirt

And went sifting through the table
Agreeing with the sheik
That all can be made able
And sometimes be made weak

So light me up a candle soon
We will have light from the moon

Pop Sonnet #2451

So there is a giant large
Of epic proportion size
That went into a total charge
And wore a suited guise

The channel breeds the insolence
A batch in what purpose fear
Came back into the simple rinse
And wonders for a year

The chase begins in a new light
To accompany the masses
When there is that extra fight
Then return to the passes

That kept in gear the whole of sin
And found many other ways to win

Pop Sonnet #2452

It does come natural at least
The spinning of the yarn
When I take the beast
Past all the old darn

Places you have never been
Even if you had wanted to
And the things you've gone in
To avert the feeling true

Ring from early rising
In the number crunch of sleep
That pushes into sizing
When they have gone so steep

That creation is a masterpiece
And while we are on the subject we can tease

Pop Sonnet #2453

I guess she isn't mad
But my sister is a great lady
I dropped all the bad
And made friends with her shady

Isle of bliss that fortune brings home
Into a known man of least heard
That pitied along with comfort dome
And looked right at an old bird

That flew through a window and landed inside
To take back the clue of the temple
And then go ahead and make music to ride
That sabotage wasn't simple

So magnetize planets and attract the moon beam
I would have lately stopped just to scream

Pop Sonnet #2454

Why do I dwell on yesterday
When that can be a bad sign
To be stuck in past waylay
All the next from the vine

That swelters in upon words
The token wonder of the fall
That ate attractive curds
Along with corn six feet tall

That you could see made
Along with a good look
That went over to the fade
And went up the brook

So I will save this game just to smoke
Always yes always going for broke

Pop Sonnet #2455

Without a stop except the week
That is gone forever into time
The one that stumbled in so meek
And branded my old paradigm

That was working for the moment
Nothing can stand in my way
And if I feel forever hell bent
To deserve a single stay

Along with other machines make
The words so easy to flow
With the outside downer lake
That came into a well row

That hearkens back to memory sticks
The way we can take our files quick

Pop Sonnet #2456

Imperative to strike a turn
Make sure it ain't clogged
Because when you go to burn
You will ask the flogged

For a position in the ranks
Of eternal mindsets
That turned a potent downward banks
That kept you in with pets

And burned through the pipe smoke
Like it was going out of style
Make no mistake awoke
And ran about a mile

When you have given up the race
I will drink the cup with lace

Pop Sonnet #2457

So I left a red line up there
And no one cares it is wrong
Because I invent that stare
That kept you there so long

And if I whisper break the peace
If illustrating will
That kept a left instigate lease
That makes it all in the still

Where the burning water
Is asked to dine
And all the man's daughter
Could do was drink wine

Because it puts out the mad thirst
And never seems to head for the worst

Pop Sonnet #2458

Still breaking barriers calming down
Along with that last bowl
That entices be to drown
All my sorrows with a goal

Of ten a day that is what I write
Except when I am on a break
And you will keep me in your sight
All the time you were awake

And if an aura flings back twelve
That simple mind that was doting
Ask if they will fit the delve
When you were only coating

The candy with the flavor
I distinctly asked you to do me that favor

Pop Sonnet #2459

At last we have arrived after banging on the keys
That were in front of the screen
Just waiting to use the please
After running to the mean

That kept you wandering on the street
A militant was wiser when
The stride of certain fast moving feet
Will complicate the grin

That was from ear to ear
Never did to much wrong
But was shaken to at least hear
The cry of a perfect song

That rang in true through the lull
And made my brain go null

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