Pop Sonnet #3080

Protection from a day that likes
A common thread to stand
Among the serious to hikes
That often seem so grand

About a mile unleash the dock
The doctor never knew
That strange things happened to the rock
The one that made it flew

Along the clouds and drifting high
The makeshift hurdle tear
And dissipate the time gone by
When you could even wear

The infinite scrapped over drive
That came to look quite alive

Pop Sonnet #3081

And you can scratch the fever post
To prophesy the line
To take a further look on most
And then come back to wine

That drink so smooth for your whole course
And then you take it back
To be allowed a bit remorse
And company does tack

That scurries around the acorn
When you have stored the nuts
You would be living off of scorn
Unless you complete ruts

Are coming in to take a heal
And now they will have to reveal

Pop Sonnet #3082

In the city so big the ice likes to creep
Along the timeline that exists
Somewhere in that cosmos of sleep
The feeling persists

And all is along the wield for the shore
That isolated feeling of going broke
And then looking back upon the old door
To add a further felt spoke

That came in by night and modeled the desk
For the form was there but altered still
The pounding in the novel upon the rest
Of the papers that locked inside would be real

And permanent stream is what I look for
Accompany me to the next type of more

Pop Sonnet #3083

Encourage the sipping of this morning's brew
To take a new longing
And escape with you
Further the wronging

Into the quiet storm that stayed
Among the other memories of lightning and thunder
You can memorize everything played
And then disappear into the under

To heighten the bench above the song
How could you do anything
That could ever come out wrong
And be a whole new king

Among certain respects there are plenty rising
I could still see you standing there sizing

Pop Sonnet #3084

I can hide the peace of mind
Until the dawn breaks through
Coming into the unwind
I will stay with you

Because there is still much to do
And time is always running
That way we will still get to
Go back to what is cunning

That rang from tide to tide the wave
Upon a crest of vortices plane
That came upon the separate rave
And went to find out cane

That ran back and forth through the ground
Wasn't feeling up to pound

Pop Sonnet #3085

Next time you have rest with me
I will steadily erase
The pick me up of feeling sea
That eternally will chase

Causal silence in the room
To justify the wicked bend
Upon the making of a tomb
When will the pain end

Of choosing words to craft
The song of ever occurring
Madness that we all had laughed
To be without a tale of during

That made for simple boasts and gestures
You finally had to give back the desk chairs

Pop Sonnet #3086

Love the split that is what aches
To love a long forgotten friend
And send back the takes
Of isolation independent wind

That blows around like custom noise
The way to hear over sounds
And ask again what makes for poise
The way the feeling grounds

Among a servitude for justice
I will work for all
That need free art for must this
Come into the call

That was ringing for awhile
Had to go at least a mile

Pop Sonnet #3087

Wait for more ushers
You will tithe down
Coming back for the rushers
And rewrite the frown

To be more together
In all of the space
That ran back to tether
The time to go face

The symphonic weather grid
Lit up the night
And kept me upon the lid
To be as much white

That I could have recognized all that you were
Unless something else had happened to occur

Pop Sonnet #3088

There's the double I was looking for
Didn't know it had arrived
Until it came upon the core
Of what was all derived

I stir a pent up formula mix
Instead of locus under tow
That took upon us in the fix
Of perfecting all the flow

That waited for a decent tide
And took so long to write
The way I looked while still inside
The eagle is taking flight

And up in the air so far away
We can spend time everyday

Pop Sonnet #3089

So it is clear as to what I should do
Honestly you have set me up nice
Yes take a chance to belong to
The way is clear to paradise

And then you will write so much
You will never look back
Upon the ways of the touch
That came forth to crack

That you will never examine
For words won't describe
The next of the famine
That will always imbibe

To use such a phrase is to borrow the lingo
Next time I think I will win Bingo