Sunday, January 25, 2015

Pop Sonnet #3210

Reaching into the font of the pure
Where epic dream make real
The only type of cure
That you may find appeal

To a second habit of lonely worth
And all that comes to handle
The righteous score of powered Earth
That will ignite the candle

And all is reaching to the cross
For salvation seems to call
And then onwards toward the loss
Of where the lonely fall

To be apart of this great fling
You really don't have to do anything

Pop Sonnet #3211

Enjoyment comes to those that work
For a mile of roads in trust
That came about already perks
Toward the only bust

Of contemplation for the making
When we have pursued the kind
Of management been faking
And offer just to seek and find

When I am pouring out the love
That offered to me now
Will get the mistakes from above
To be along the plow

Of justice when it waves the field
And be the eternal that will yield

Pop Sonnet #3212

Doesn't seem like the numbers speak
Of a road I follow
That will afford the next of week
And to make you hollow

For a task that lingers onward
To the front and back this pit
That sinks lower into stirred
Makes the hole for all that get

The only way to lower down
Is to grab a rope
And you will pass through the ground
Unless no one can cope

Please give to me the idle chatter
And climb all the way on this word ladder

Pop Sonnet #3213

Every chance I said goodbye
And thought about him daily
That was why it was good to cry
About the only sailing

Ship that crossed forever boat
The company awakes
And feels the kiss of the wrote
Down guidelines for the sakes

Of everyone that came to play
And spiked an interest in the suite
And heaven sees the entire day
Toward the absolute complete

And to be given this whole gain
Unless we allow the tidal rain

Pop Sonnet #3214

So permeate the object through
A distance in the crowd
Let nothing go direction new
And be where was allowed

And then to give up on the presence
Of whatever spirit leaps
Into the box of the peasants
That will only keep

The commands given so long at once
To be around in fruitful mores
And be along to suffer runts
That came in through the stores

And offered us a new type cast
And wondered if we came in last

Pop Sonnet #3215

Rejoicing was ringing down the halls
Of the musical interlude
And let us know what will stall
The way to see the mood

For structure leaps into a mode
The next of you to preach
While there is a type of feeling showed
Among the way we reach

And take from me the Earthly clue
About the giant failure
Where there can be nothing more true
To call us out and impure

The profane way we lift our heads
And then return next to our beds

Pop Sonnet #3216

So we get through a fill of chapters
Coming and going without markers
And convince the writing captors
Of their joyous darker

That eclipses shadows in the way
A pleasant excuse for working on
Where there are some that melted stay
Where there has been one gone

And overarching spirit blood
That shed on the hard wood
And dried up the horrendous flood
Breaking bread for food

And anyway it all works out somehow
At least it does for me right now

Pop Sonnet #3217

And very nice what began hard
Was given up in touches
Where they handed me the perfect card
And wondered about crutches

That playful kind of worried feel
Where you can't operate
And stitches into the old seal
And then to make us wait

Where we have been at the range
Of voices that come rising
Above the sound is getting strange
All that was surprising

And gesture to me if you are there
I don't know quite just anywhere

Pop Sonnet #3218

And in a moment I will call
And see what the day brings
For anyone found near the wall
The lyrics keep the stings

When you depart the wobbly way
Across the narrow bridge's path
Seeking out where there is play
For anyone to give a laugh

About the day when faith has come
And settled in our soul
Until the bridges all been done
With permanence too full

And strike with keener chords of might
I have to just go seek the light

Pop Sonnet #3219

Let me in to your small group
I will tell you where I have been
What upon the rung will stoop
In case you go again

And live for me just for the time
That we were searching for
The next way to exist in the paradigm
Will shift us through the core

And steal for me a glance at you
The way you look is pretty
And I will combine forces too
To get to the old city

And hopefully I will see you soon
So we can look upon the moon

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