Pop Sonnet #3390

For what I weigh in finishing off
The entire plans laid forth
And to only see what cough
Will lead you to the north

Where the repeated steps rebalance
After heroes die like the rest
The way you ended the chance
And I will set about to the fest

And make for me a tipped up table
That I can fit into a cab
To fly to you in the stable
Where the new type of stab

Is on display in the quiet sky
Ask so many times I cry

Pop Sonnet #3391

But I will leave her in the dust
Not important to keep us going
She will always have my trust
But it is better off now knowing

What would have happened down the road
River chain the bite of youth
And flood me up for the now stowed
Ship of a ceiling truth

Where shining is a sort of trade
And asking one to write
All in your soul and by the fade
Where company comes into the light

And I will ask for chosen flows
Understand this weird new show

Pop Sonnet #3392

Just barely playing the guitar
Return to the room where the disc
Is in hand and runs too far
Beneath the questions of risk

And my throat is sending numbness
To the rest of my body quick
Where I have been so drum less
A word without a meaning trick

And I will never tell you lies
On the road to nowhere
Take me from the jealous cries
That are often able to repair

When I am fitting in the room
What will certainly spell your doom

Pop Sonnet #3393

I find very little forward motion
Among the trek of polite type surge
Unless there was an ocean
Between the the mental purge

And all that you retired walked
To meet with time in a cave
Where there was only several calked
The next few storms will save

A business man from making choices
About where he must find the gold
Beneath the stream of all the voices
No one wanted any told

Be gone my dull opportunity plain
With an entire cottage to be sane

Pop Sonnet #3394

And the hope that I could beat
Anyone down to the million
Words that will spreadsheet
Among a creative account billion

That was a cheap way to get on
But I think you asked for this
Make me only play until the fawn
Comes bringing in the miss

Where cameras seem to trigger hope
And nature flies to the land
Where I have seen the twisted rope
And it won't understand

The way in which she came to me
And here beneath the other tree

Pop Sonnet #3395

So continuing on I have to say
That not everything works out
To hit the barrier when the day
Comes into a full bout

Of logic games anew and fold
A trick of courage lights up soon
And asks among the stylish hold
Around what figures rune

And carriage in the melted town
The music it awaits
For a feeling upside down
And take another plate

When you need all the thanks and praise
Started out in a total haze

Pop Sonnet #3396

By making copies I will fly
Among the treasures deep
Where courses situation try
To mellow out the keep

Where the discussion of any
Movie could turn to hours
Of sitting back among the many
And offering my powers

To the reed in the blue sky above
And there is a cold front back to chill
The whole morning out of love
Fot the middle of the month is real

And here we play on in the dark
I have never felt so stark

Pop Sonnet #3397

Still I see the road unwind
And it will twist and turn
Cannot make you see when blind
Though I wish I could just burn

And I will return to the shed
Anytime I am summoned in
To go where all I have been led
And singing will begin

Where you have raced the final seconds
Of a paranormal discussion
Make sure there are many dividends
That barely works due to percussion

Coming back to ride the train
Next time I will soothe the pain

Pop Sonnet #3398

Here it comes close to the ship
And the only travels we allow
Will come hollow into a tip
Of wherever one makes a bow

To return a favor machine
That lit up when you have love
And take the extra thirsty queen
Into the arms of the dove

Where softness is the cure for all
Just the single touch
Where shout proof fellows came to call
Into a perfect crutch

That lent tomorrow in the aid
And kept it up when all was made

Pop Sonnet #3399

From scratch a lingering line
That keeps repeating itself in my head
Where I can stand for any fine
But I will soon be lead

Into a box where I am trapped
And fortunately there is a hole
Beneath the man who slapped
And a figure all is full

And this is the part where I
Stand up and get the save
Next time you will go back to cry
Beneath the road from the wave

That carved a stick just from pressure made
And felt like there was no parade