Pop Sonnet #3120

Against the railing of a lap
That I will take just to get there
To be born into a sap
And come out looking bare

To be about as knowledge crafting
As making will allow
And then to average at the rafting
To take the final bow

And weird how I am stuck down here
To be working on this book
And always keep a fateful tear
To belong into the look

That kept me paralyzed for days
And offered me the different ways

Pop Sonnet #3121

Tonight I wish I had an answer
To the urgent mystery
And you will always be a dancer
To fall away in blistering

The wave of the adventure
Will race you through the album
And songs will fight back to be sure
As well as failing some

To be organized and then fate
Steps into the next ring
Where we collide with offering late
The next will totally bring

The image to the final clue
That never wants to hang around with you

Pop Sonnet #3122

Should have mentioned it before
But now it is all too late
To imagine time that ran for
The prior knowledge great

That resides in the old box
Where feelings get quite hurt
And ask me to untie the locks
The way to find the skirt

Underneath which my enemies approach
To shelter nominal head games mined
And ask yourself why is there a coach
When all is being steadily kind

That offer to me will preach so long
Never mind what is going wrong

Pop Sonnet #3123

Perhaps you will stir the precedent
With helpful laughs of wares
That came to be the incident
That left them at the chairs

To have a hatful of understood
Being all you could dish out
And do it all for your own good
And then get all of it clout

That one word sentence that prays
Along with other charms that work
Nothing can be involved today
And acting like a spoiled jerk

That will carve a willow tree
Belonging to no one even me

Pop Sonnet #3124

To talk about the work before
All is operating finally
And to ask a maker even lore
Would make us wonder happily

That quarter of progress
So helpful when they rest
Will make for success
That is worn like a vest

And next time you ask me to
I will belong next door
To be the way to look all through
The illustrating store

That came about when nothing made
A feeling to be back invade

Pop Sonnet #3125

And off we go with the other parts
That you could be made under
To reach up to the idle hearts
And be drawn back in the thunder

To mighty hands that hang onto
The employ of the rights
That make for several curving true
The sign of the mights

That came back just to settle
The plan with waking gifts
To be planted in the metal
And suffer through the rifts

That tied a corner tight to the tree
You could play a song for me

Pop Sonnet #3126

Just wanted to know my grades in school
But now I think it is not as funny
To be feathers among the pool
And water is still running

To ask me for a pillage act
And belong to the designer
To be a part of second fact
And then go back to the liner

Which seemed to catch utmost desire
Along with permanent worry
That came about next to a mire
Of where they could have hurried

To be suffering along with her
And make it all so very sure

Pop Sonnet #3127

Come along into the presence
Of a whipped up fantasy
That will shortly lesson
The utter lesson of glee

That keeps a distance full of rope
The way we asked you to go
Along with the surprising hope
The distance never will know

That you and I belong this way
And afterwards we will ask
Who is going just to say
That we have won the flask

Fill me up with whiskey please
Tomorrow I will be back on my knees

Pop Sonnet #3128

Comfort brings the seconds here
To the reward of just being
That left me in the established fear
While you alone were seeing

The offer light into a pause
The way she kept me guessing
What ever could have been the cause
I was still just dressing

When you woke me up at night
To steal the chance that I once had
To be around the thirsty sight
And challenges that are sad

Compared to the title I still work for
Unless they have already closed the door

Pop Sonnet #3129

Already here but it still was hard
To get to the next step in the path
And after all you fancy guard
To be the one that steals the wrath

For deserting the triumph at best
When asked to commercialize your words
And you may know the rest
I turned them down for birds

But they make money all the time
Probably thought it was my turn
Yet I am feeling almost fine
Just my consciousness will burn

And take me to a simpler place
Where money doesn't fuel the race