Pop Sonnet #3280

Deriving from science the lift
Of the plan so certainly able
Comes into the rift
Of managing all the labels

When I have a promise to keep
And a pleasant way of asking for
A mightier servant sleep
And hope there is a door

That will open for plans
In the tidal wave please
For that which it stands
And guide us to seize

The mental take purpose for all of the scene
I now know what waiting does mean

Pop Sonnet #3281

If it was only the one
I would never get through
All the days of this fun
And writing for you

Because I do know that I will be plain
For a picture card symphony
Next on the train
For the title of reverently

Serving the hours for time never spent
Going into the old motion
And never realizing what is all sent
To dive right into the potion

And take a bit back to the kingdom for the cause
That is the reason we all have applause

Pop Sonnet #3282

So I will continue no matter what
Happens along the weary way
Through the forest and cut
To the bringer of play

That winds down excitement
With full on clear minds
That come to the side went
For all that was in the finds

That came upon the treasure
Buried so deep inside the wall
And when we go for the measure
Of what can make her call

And she is a darling a dear all in one
And now I know I will be into the sun

Pop Sonnet #3283

As deep or as high depending
On how it is tracked
For the long list of sending
Comes all within backed

And force us to like it
While sermonizing the way
To take several and spike it
Along with the say

Of a gentle type of mate
Born in the car
And ask for a plate
You will be a star

To take a whole diary and turn it around
Then to just be run aground

Pop Sonnet #3284

This seems like a peril or
Something I have done
To get to the floor
And steady the gun

While I have been playing
These same few chords
Over and over the saying
Is all for the rewards

And simple it makes
For a nurture inside
To be with the wakes
That give you a ride

And to collapse into a gigantic tree
All the day long she is singing for me

Pop Sonnet #3285

Riddled with cliches and facts unimportant
The mind of the flow consciously
Explores all of the sorted
For life goes on cyclically

And comes around to a moment we've lost
Next time I will not fight it
For the heaviest dire type cost
And it would be a way to ignite it

To have a treasure all lined up inside
Where the potent comes ringing a bell
And falls upon anything that wasn't tried
For a symbolic lantern slide tell

When I lost my only support to go
Back into the conscious where the words flow

Pop Sonnet #3286

After awhile I feel like I'm numb
From all the days of my works
And if I ever write anything dumb
I won't accuse them of what lurks

In all writing at the very edge
Of understanding what makes
A prophesy gentle in the wedge
Of time that creates the aches

And takes on tomorrow
With all of the guidelines
And stands in the sorrow
Of what can be the signs

Where I have to make it just so I can
Say that it was the way I make a plan

Pop Sonnet #3287

While there is more than a lot to get done
I will always think up a new line
For anything that was considered the one
And offered me all to the wine

That encourages strength of years
And the only forced logical step
Is to take upon the golden cheers
And run for what is kept

Emotional sting where is the end
Of a framed matron that flies
For anything we have to pretend
That causes the ever long tries

That were working for someone and stopped
And then the whole message got cropped

Pop Sonnet #3288

For a minute I lost my place on this thing
Because I have so many poems
And I was the one to announce a new ring
Of whatever clings to the tomes

That illustrate points of abstract thinking too
And sets up a dreamer's diary notes
To be all the while the one to go to
For whatever sails onward boats

That take a form of an armada in launch
Coming to drive the handle back
And steadied over the only next staunch
To guide us into the rack

Of our control room and here it takes time
To sit right down and invent ten rhymes

Pop Sonnet #3289

And now that the day is all complete
Nothing more that I have to do
Except to coordinate anything street
Along side the ever old blue

That I have to go upon morning to song
Whatever times hold me back
And it completely takes anything wrong
To get the way we now track

The giant footsteps that were next
To the memory stilled
And feeling like anything is to be text
Where there are all things fulfilled

And now that I only pray to one source
There will be changes in my whole course