Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Pop Sonnet #3440

When irregular myths interpreted
A share of lingering might
That came treading sedated
With power in the kite

That ran like a line to the shore
Where mixing up the dreams
Had scrambled all the metaphors
And offered up the seams

Where the sun was shining in
And the task was out of hand
To even know if you can win
They all have stripped the band

Clean of the worth that was summoned
Clear to the very hum end

Pop Sonnet #3441

And maybe not all the tricks work for
A perfect but otherwise down side
Where you have always kept the score
When dating has returned to glide

Along with the stolen pieces of gold
That you had in your bag this whole time
And if the pieces are as old
As they seem when you climb

And I could use a nip of juice
When feeling a bit behind
And offer me the perfect noose
To bring me back to mind

And perpetrate the winning field
Unto my messiah yield

Pop Sonnet #3442

Ready to shine for a million fans
When I only have a few
A handful of clapping hands
Where poetry will do

For a counter in the prize
That settled for a laugh
The way to take on size
And purchase a carafe

Of soda when I am parched
From all the need to wake
And toward someone marched
Where the uncertain take

Is premium ghost in hiding frame
Never two that are the same

Pop Sonnet #3443

In the occasions of my demise
I remember walking alone
Across many roads to touch the wise
And take you to the drone

Where we can fly a spaceship out
Of the range of any scanner
When they send the only scout
To be totally in the manner

Where I have seen a righteous friend
Pick up pieces for the rest
And goes backward to lend
The former in the chest

Where I stored many keepsakes
When he gives he always takes

Pop Sonnet #3444

To write about the number matching
Is all I can think of to do
Because the design is always catching
Anything that keeps the screw

From ending up inside the brain
Loose for decades seeing streaks
Of where I can remain
Among the castle of freaks

Where impetus finds consequence
And earlier when spoken
There was an entire fence
That never had been broken

And I guess I went so very fast
That I am not sure what was cast

Pop Sonnet #3445

So take a line of perfect soil
That wakes us into the day
Where I have drank a bottle of oils
And am feeling a bit more of the way

That told you to drop off your kids
In the middle of the store
Where we will meet the bids
And push it up some more

To pardon while at bottom price
There is a sure reckoned
That begets the very notion twice
Before you felt beckoned

To answer up the only figures there
Make sure you have some care

Pop Sonnet #3446

Forgot for a moment where I am at
With all of this writing non stop
Where they have placed a silver bat
Already climbing to the top

So fast that it could be descending
Where echoes bang around the hall
And bounce to rocky points in sending
A message to everyone for all

Focus on the splintered decade
Where I have fallen into remorse
For plagues that seek the grade
Of taking the hardest course

And I have failed so many classes
That I was still given passes

Pop Sonnet #3447

And if I take a ship to guard
A fear in poisoned fruit
That never seemed to use the card
And stared into the shoot

Where destiny awakens that fear
Discussed at length throughout
And ship me into the rear
Of the numbers bout

That suffered for a trickster dim
The spelling of a character
To use the very thing that whim
Takes me into sparing her

For life I will upset the ebb and flow
Next time you will have to know

Pop Sonnet #3448

There is a bit to look at here
Keep you busy for awhile
And ask the maker if he was ever in fear
For the important file

That keeps track of everything
Whether you live or die
And ever so belonging
To the white in my eye

That makes up plans for aftermath
And shades awaken grooves
Everywhere to shake the wrath
And running into moves

That kept the hardest one at bay
Unless the images would stay

Pop Sonnet #3449

One last one before the collapse
Of days where I had planned
To take the ultimate relapse
Back into the scanned

Where hypnosis ends before a road
That leads to many destinations
Could have slipped into the node
Where I am still having creations

Made for me upon request
The next time you get spotted
You will ask the best
To be all the while allotted

Any piece of treasure shines
And I know there are many signs

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