Pop Sonnet #3490

Beware of the life when idle thrusts
Keep making a trap for the sight
That lives beyond any of the trusts
Set down before the night

That came in through motion
Having a wheel of spins
And put on a theatrical quotient
Of wheres and whens

That take into account the mild
Of feeling that asks
For a while before the child
Will wear his behavioral masks

And if the eternity yields all the fruit
Then you will wear that perfect suit

Pop Sonnet #3491

And in the end we all have to die
But what can we make of the plans
For the life that waits for the cry
And holds you steady in hand

The mercy that aches for a reason to be
That presently quenches the heart
Asks for anyone to be along in the plea
Where company spoils the art

That brought us to live in a fairy land
Dusting the souls of the vanquished
And kept everything sorted in sand
That came upon everything languished

And bring up the seat where present is going
You are the one that should have been knowing

Pop Sonnet #3492

As I chip away at the massive rock
That spreads out over presence
The way to get back into the talk
Will fill up the cry with a pleasance

That washed over the crowd
When stability bore the stead
And made up for what is proud
And came to righteous when led

And after awhile the sculpture takes form
When I move the cursor with letters
That keeps up the poetry fully but warns
Then to make more is better

To keep it established we will find a way
Nothing for me but to finish today

Pop Sonnet #3493

And after the pilgrimage to the holiest
Gone to the land of forgiveness
And ask you to find the fullest
Manifestation of anything less

That comes to repeat what all is set forth
Until the message spreads rampant
Come into the wave compass north
And force the rhyme whatever happened

To get to the end of the emotive lingers
And there is a shark at the door
Where many times it will slip through the fingers
And make mockeries all the more

Where I have a spot on a lifeless object
Until one day the words were all wrecked

Pop Sonnet #3494

So go for the wake of energy prime
That set up a second type of shakes
The way to stop the movement in time
And encourage everyone takes

The moment to readjust the stealth
When envisioning presence of now
That kept us all in very good health
And steadied the brain to know how

That voice speaks so calmly and utters
The way anyone listens to the page
And to keep track of sympathy shudders
Beneath the pent up old rage

That slips between cracks where you cannot live
Fortunately everyone will someday give

Pop Sonnet #3495

And I would just ask you for hopeful rewards
That shine like the badge glinting sun
There is a time that no one affords
Too hopeful to be on the run

But at last the encounter that brings to new light
The mention of anyone's names
That you would have seen the brightest of bright
Come in to all about the same

When you have a darkness pity the ride
That stirs and wakes up the head
Where I could have been unless I just lied
And you know what I have said

Because the unbelievable turn of the host
Has left us with the burning roast

Pop Sonnet #3496

Unless someone smiled apart from the norm
And kept up the fight still had winced
When you felt the punches came storms
Of fluent rigidly cinched

That led up to style before the throne
And kept you playing for hours
Unless there was a way to be alone
And singing in the midst of the showers

Where snow finally lands on the ground
Because it is the season right here
But I will wait for the pound
To settle the score for a year

And everyone knows there is time to be true
Someone may have been looking for you

Pop Sonnet #3497

And now for the record I will release
The terms on which planted a loss
And now I return to the bottom of the crease
Where time becomes my new boss

And the sand will eventually run
Out of the top to the bottom
Of the timer that we use when things get done
And hopefully have a good autumn

Where light life and loveliness abide for the road
That simply catches us normally
And figures that there are infinite loads
That come to weigh down the warmly

Put up a fence that dries up the grass
I would have seen through that feather type lass

Pop Sonnet #3498

So you can remind yourself to go
And encourage a days worth of scripts
Where I could have one thing to show
And everything did remain flipped

If only I had stayed and talked to the man
I would encourage the lesson
Where someone came out of the frying pan
And offered you hundreds of sessions

That all cost a fortune to bring your head back
And noises were not even there
You thought you heard when under attack
And managed to still stand and stare

With a crowd of people watching your flaws
But you still did good in spite of the pause

Pop Sonnet #3499

And here is a hundred the way it should be
For ten more days it stands solid
Taking that saving disc buried for me
Into the books of stolid

Comparisons live for the gun
The mire that presses into the spot
And will you end up being the one
That came to beg under your cot

That rocked back and forth out in the cold
Not used to this change but I will take it
Unless there is someone that will find what told
Anyone else to just make it

And now you will go through that process for awhile
Hopefully one day I will reconcile