Pop Sonnet #3220

Recycle dimes for waste in the wreck
The soul is the eternal gate
And to come in for fully neck
Will be altogether of late

And administrate full wage
Mortal in the fear bank
And take the other sage
From last to high rank

And close together the wounded fold
To put a timer in the risk as well
And ask what all will soon unfold
About the wages of the trail

That came about when you were fine
Next time I will walk the line

Pop Sonnet #3221

Surrender to the valley song
When writing for the speed
And ask if there was something wrong
To wake up when you plead

And never guess what time is for
The ample plan of sunshine
To get the mortal back in store
And ask you to let sign

The fake old tree was leaning
That way you shook the leaf
While I was nodding to go gleaning
And asked around for what is beef

The known paradox of laughter
And you were just swinging from the rafter

Pop Sonnet #3222

Triple score this time my friends
Many of those to come
Whether we are now to spend
The wayward path of some

To be among the only class
And ask the bliss for days
Unless someone comes out to pass
Golden were the rays

While anyone is surfacing town
The coil of the chosen parts
Was asked to be a lot more down
And then to where the hearts

So rescue from the old ways here
I am pushing away the tear

Pop Sonnet #3223

Once in awhile I catch the frame
And hoist to the park
Where no one ever says the same
Type of wild dark

That things got broken
In the wake
Of where the words were spoken
Near the lake

And company reminds the shock
Of two bits in a well
Where there was nary a gold clock
What for me to sell

And pardon if I get too tough
The whole last week was very rough

Pop Sonnet #3224

Getting to the point of finish sail
The crisp light of the window pane
And got to take another rail
While I am getting sane

But these old wishes were so dark
That never made a potent
Type of drink that was the mark
To race around the quotient

To further ask what would have been
If I had listened close
Where there is someone coming in
What you had always chose

To be a part of practice right
And helped me up to the light

Pop Sonnet #3225

Typing here to fill the space
And kept me up for hours
Then you take into the chase
Where there were never showers

To cooperate from soldier might
And asked you to return
While there was a whole different right
And pleasure just to learn

Where dares may tread the feelings
Of a sympathy come back
Where there have been the killings
And went to grab a sack

To piece together sudden blows
And wonder what the next one knows

Pop Sonnet #3226

Where would shuffles ask for parts
Of tidal plans to act
Where all can be the next of starts
There will be many facts

That came to level with the ship
And we were all tied down
There had been an only strip
Of rising near the brown

When taken back to final acts
And turning to the plank
When you know that is does attack
Then next you would have sank

To laugh along with silly folks
And never wanted the old yolks

Pop Sonnet #3227

So ask me what I could have worn
Around the class of speech
That we had memories over born
To next up in the reach

That you have cursed along the wall
Of time to spread the news
And we would want to go and call
Then anyone could choose

To get back idle dust in fear
While tyrants blow their wad
And next time you plan to appear
Never have your God

Twist and turn through demolition
You can take me into cognition

Pop Sonnet #3228

Come into the life of full
And ask for anytime
When there was a total lull
They don't ever ask the slime

That got me into the light
But dimly I still glow
Where nothing damages the sight
And still you have to show

And they will ask the overlord
What to teach the dresser
About the swallowing afford
And you would know me lesser

Turn around and ask someone
What you are to do undone

Pop Sonnet #3229

Finally the last of notes
For several passing seconds
That ride along inside the totes
And go back into beckons

That pulled you through
The dusty road and asked
For a bite of a few
That had still been masked

While coming into style wane
The important paradigm
That kept me next to the pain
Of wanting to have rhyme

While I wait for you to go
I will get there ever slow