Sunday, December 14, 2014

Pop Sonnet #2910

Send for a pathway
Into my mind
That I find fairway
In the green kind

That is the motion
Presently pressed
Forward to the room of the potion
That we devour so blessed

And anything happens to those in the sort
When life becomes reasons
To simply import
And blow off the seasons

Weather so fine
I think I enjoy it most of the time

Pop Sonnet #2911

And when the priority straight from the center
Becomes a new lobby
And still there lives a dissenter
Below the alabaster hobby

That constructs all the garments into shapes
And figures will spill past the hour
Of need when you finally drape
The motion picture that comes to flower

Before the old registry life was unspoken
To heave for the theory is dying
That all of our hearts will one day be broken
And love is eternally flying

Through the deck and the middle course
Down with that final source

Pop Sonnet #2912

And if the maker shall agree with this
I will simply pause my head
From spinning in directions miss
The brilliant bag of bread

That came to me from surplus
When the order came up tall
And took us to the new bus
That made a way to haul

The equipment and the teenagers
Who just wanted to go ski
All of them were integers
That could have cried to me

For we traveled the ski mountains of Colorado
And lived it up here like the lad go

Pop Sonnet #2913

Into a dream horizon of an empty paradigm
That makes it into moisture
Before turning to a crime
When the legal gave the voice clear

And emptied into reason
That began to devour logic
When all the time the season
When permanently lodge wick

That old begotten noun search
Has left me back some years
And in the net worth church
Bought you for the leers

That were passing both ways into the mire melt
I think I'd better save this before the cards are dealt

Pop Sonnet #2914

Into the train spire chemistry
The thoughts no longer meld
In the wide world of history
I must say there's a failed

Property of magic
That holds onto the vehicle's path
To simply guide the tragic
From all who are in math

The license is to party
But hide that silver spawn
And when the moistens hearty
The elevator is on

With that I will go half way
For the ration is to stay

Pop Sonnet #2915

Shortened by the pages
Seasoned by the stilt
And life in the cages
For a house that wilt

Beneath the spiral dragon
There is a treasure box
Cause you to go flagging
Beside the highway clocks

That radar gun is zapping
By patrolmen on the prowl
And when I am still napping
I hear the gamey scowl

When he is not to mess around
With anything illegal stand my ground

Pop Sonnet #2916

And whimper for the softer gaze
A blemish in the grove
Where another sordid haze
Was to bloom into the stove

And to make a perfect diamond
The coal must be compressed
So the extract rhyming
Comes to get undressed

And if the skull was passed on
Like an old heirloom
Would Herb Farmer's house get going dawn
If that is where it met the loom

Of dreams that come from preservation
Still the scramble is the vacation

Pop Sonnet #2917

It took you a month to learn the ropes
In the archive where I worked
That second time I called your hopes
And kept up with the perked

Information settled keen
Dowry in the wake
Followed you uphill to lean
Of a nice handled rake

To seek the shelter of the mass
And live inside a shell
The constant times we did harass
And then you farther fell

Behind when you are so ahead
But to me a day off dread

Pop Sonnet #2918

And behold an apology works
Behind the open door
And make mistakes for all the clerks
To hold me back galore

When records are timed by my Lord
That writes the numbers down
And simply is to what implored
A designated drown

Of the old ways that muddled you
Beside the Golden Key
And password comes all but so true
When living memory

Comes back and nods a second glance
Tied up in the silver lance

Pop Sonnet #2919

It is so close to the end
Before I see the wave
Of a constant under lend
To settle in the cave

And see visions so announced
That underworld shall bleed
Of the second rhyming bounced
A paranormal need

For sacred causes on the shelf life
That company arrived
Beneath the bronze hue wife
And the time you all survived

To be a reach beyond your reach
And notice when to always teach

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