Pop Sonnet #3020

Every mile closer to home
The gift the servant brings
To the case of angered roam
To the hills of lingering

And the start of all things blessed
To the joy of separate heart
Comes the driving unto rest
The way to make the art

To presently encourage wait
And to govern principles that lose
Coming in the joyous late
The sympathetic does the cruise

To be a leveler of the realm
And keep above the only helm

Pop Sonnet #3021

And take the package to the stand
Where films accompany the mail
And come about the freshest hand
To be the way that we can nail

Our burdens to the bend
And separate the cross that leaves
From a power that will send
To the man that knows he grieves

An everlasting friendship made
To empower the lonely and lost
Whatever there was that stayed
Along with many in the frost

That creeps over the growth and wild
To be like a little child

Pop Sonnet #3022

When forces return the cue
Of a date that wanders morn
And to take on separate few
To be all that is to warn

The anger preaches to the deaf
And stays among the ample sum
To be all that is left
Unto the wager that has come

To be idle in the visage
No one rides the snake in here
Unless you count the only message
That comes to take the very clear

When operating on low fuel
It pays to come to get the jewel

Pop Sonnet #3023

When learning of the curb so found
That prophecies the gentle reach
Beyond the font of healing ground
That age does then never teach

To the wobbles in the crestfallen
That belong to a simpler age
To be all the mighty calling
That was the empty rage

To understand a feeling toasted
That will energize this word
Nothing comes to those that coasted
Along the private life that heard

Of a day when all is making
Up the rules that are always taking

Pop Sonnet #3024

The cold impairs the altar chair
What does lurk in the back room
In case of poison in the fare
That comes to pull onto a tomb

That reaches lengths of here for now
To understanding of that play
When company is darkened brow
To illustrate the joy of the way

That you have chosen many times
Beneath the doorway of the soul
And taken on to fit the paradigms
Of arguing that it is full

When all returns to sympathy
There is still a quest for me

Pop Sonnet #3025

And to make up for the lost press
Of a global record set
When there is more than even less
To get recognized to bet

That purpose divine for whatever reason
Has come to share a fitter tide
That steals away without the season
Asking you to make up pride

That doesn't fit with any wares
The cage that holds the private slave
To take upon the lofty dares
And return to the very brave

That asked you for a solemn vow
Until then and until now

Pop Sonnet #3026

Unless the anger stirs the shopkeep
Under breath of limited tasks
For the old fashioned clean sweep
That wears all of the separate masks

Making a fashion out of power
That lingers on the mast of gold
To be closer this the hour
Of a time to just be sold

To the warning self imposed
Of the lack of freedom
To be all that can be closed
And ask for certain bleed them

Because that would make for a sect of mourners
That come to us as forewarners

Pop Sonnet #3027

When the numbers crutch in tide
Come on through the wall
Unless someone inside
Came back to tell us all

That we make for certain journeys
Among the masquerade on stage
To simply be back in the herd needs
That ask you always the mage

That comes in to fix the stead
To be spoiled beyond control
And mix it up with melted lead
That was the way to drip the bowl

Into a courage tempered sword
That helped you when all else ignored

Pop Sonnet #3028

And every line that passes by
Is as important as the next
When deconstructing dares to imply
The several winters that have text

Of a cold that flies by night
Empty ladders of the mix
That came in to accept the white
Noise when they pull the picks

And strange things occurred in media land
The very day I set out there
Because the dream was on the stand
Of the way she always cares

For the lost and wandering sheep
Come and stay with us to keep

Pop Sonnet #3029

That soul from boiling cover
Into the flames that warm the hands
To be ever loved in the other
Time to bring me what had planned

To excavate that shiny steed
To excommunicate the priest
That came about when someone seed
Came into just explain the beast

And I will be there if you call
Never mind the issues
That came about unto us all
And buried all the tissues

Beneath the grip of dug up holes
And offered just to see the roles