Pop Sonnet #3420

Reaching for a goal so gone
That the wild chills the wheat
For the effort in the sawn
That takes you when you defeat

A purpose kickstand luck
Paradigms in the markers
That come about when you don't suck
The life out of the parkers

And when you see the fullness of
A storm will give release
Episodic surety seems above
The chase when you have ceased

Along the fire with the real
Can you take this object feel

Pop Sonnet #3421

And if I chalk another one
Up on the board of finishing first
There would be so many done
That would be the worst

And I will take your presence sleep
About the face of good
Where there are massive amounts of creeps
Slobbering on what stood

In the doorway of your mind
That release is seven fold
Where they are accompanying the signed
Of vanquish really bold

That prisoners check when making airs
A few more pieces when she stares

Pop Sonnet #3422

I take pictures of a church all day
In the morning until noon
And when they look upon the way
They acquired a balloon

That speared so gently before the cry
And makeshift words to sail
While there are only ones to fly
That battle on feeling frail

When winsome assurance pays to the keep
And pressure sways like a tower
There is still hope for any more cheap
That she dropped before me the flower

And if I can choose to separate keys
I will have been back on my eyes

Pop Sonnet #3423

These numbers all jumbled lead to somewhere
The next idle thrust in the break
Come spilling onto the chair
And feathered me back into the way I awake

To garnish the stone with curious spread
Bring light on the shining so brightly
Where there is a phone ringing out until dead
The room has never been unsightly

Except before the prophet did choke
And here in a few I will half
The line of the speechless is all only broke
Before anyone starts to laugh

And encourage presence as long as it lasts
Next to the river the line gets cast

Pop Sonnet #3424

And here we fly down the slide
That hits us with the nice ride
The way you can all just go hide
To a tale that eclipses the side

Whether you knew to go along with
Every tear every shade every color
Will you deliver the myth
Of a stanza that could not be duller

With a whimsy I turn it around
Every sling comes wandering in
And next time the heat is all browned
Catch a light of a baggy of sin

That is legal to the hard core
With that I shall have to smoke more

Pop Sonnet #3425

Every little moment counts
When you have brought the bag
That was discussed in amounts
Brought to you in a rag

That concealed the smoky pipes
The way it lit up the course
And went to all the next ones ripe
That you assure to force

Open on the counter in hand
Got to take a motion to turn
In the next of ways to stand
I would only just want to burn

For something in the mix is right
Turn it all in to turn out the light

Pop Sonnet #3426

Bothering you I know it
So hero please ride on the corner
Of a socket stretch out of the pit
Where I could have a steering warn her

That I am coming soon
With a whole parade in the back
Of the ride where you are done soon
And I would have to offer a plan of attack

Where the sliders and stepping stones
Come in numerous agendas all the way
And I will feel the fade beneath the lower groans
Building up the whole day

For a former intelligence king
What to the party will bring

Pop Sonnet #3427

And I launched off a shocking ammunition
Stock pile when you know how to take
The only christian indecision
Is the way I see them always fake

Their way through the line
Before you got a motion
Come dig in my brine
You will feel the ocean

Waves jumping over the shore
My oh my there is a way to ignore
All the steadily shrinking galore
Now you will take it all to the store

Don't know if I should do that will it count against me
Always been looking far off to the sea

Pop Sonnet #3428

But does it count just because it repeats
And if you only knew the way down
You could climb these pages like treats
Of ladders that hold on round

The simple base of the ship is present
Keeps on lowering for the only scrape
Is next to the man known as a peasant
And if you know there is a made up shape

That never applies to morning wage
You could see all into the next phase
Until morning comes about the rage
And then there is a flaw in your ways

But the rites of passage to follow
Never seemed any more hollow

Pop Sonnet #3429

That takes me to the edge of time
And where I stand I receive
For the impetus of flowing rhyme
And with a book I shall deceive

You into thinking about the pass
Where you have chipped the wood
And made it to the tiny class
The place where everything is understood

For a faker in the back of the hall
Wandering around and going for awhile
To be the one that has it all
And knowing the old style

Of how to be the coolest cat
Tried it on before she sat