Pop Sonnet #3300

Wonderful the joy of the inspired
Keep me in the check for that
And if you go without it wired
You will never know what had sat

For hours just waiting
Then you appear
And we are dating
This I will hear

Another type of murmur suggests
A private line wait up for me
And when you go on the rests
There is no one left to see

And we will get into the groove
As long as you know when to move

Pop Sonnet #3301

The number changes ticking past
And words are more important
But whenever it made fast
There were several that sent

While I am adorned with my cell
There are things I would like to do
But if you take us save for well
And being slightly compatible with the true

Make of a ship faulty when the weather knots
And go back inside for quite while
Because there are only very few shots
And I would want you just to smile

At me for favorite hits and train
The moon will never cease to wax and wane

Pop Sonnet #3302

It is a slow process but eventual bliss
Will come my way for what we do
Every time I feel her gentle kiss
There are parts of me that can glue

Inside the valley of the worthy
But employ the sappy squaw
And to feel so ever earthy
Then to go obey the law

Where I have been there is no stop
To the average reckoning
And when you hear even the drop
I will be back beckoning

And shroud you in the wheel of fire
The situation is ever dire

Pop Sonnet #3303

Don't know quite what to call on
But it is not quite what I wanted
So I will work from morning's dawn
Into the captain fronted

While there was just a game plan going
There could never be drops at all
Which taken for a shred of showing
That glow dropped the call

And I will determine who will win
Unless you straighten up quick
And never know what happened then
Except for the old trick

That came to play a certain game
And I never rose to fame

Pop Sonnet #3304

Everything just worked out again
And I will tie the spoke to the tree
And worship ever so long when
There was a shape getting to be

A champion frost for hurt
That closed out the signs
And took you back to the dirt
Where the sands made lines

And trick me to the whipper wheel
To fight for heaven's days
And comfort your next meal
With what is going in the plays

And I will see a heretic rise
From the seat of your surprise

Pop Sonnet #3305

And if I just go tap the flow well
Everything is going
The systematic machine apparatus sell
To ever loving and towing

With my whole universe at stake
It seems they should be vanquished
Before the harm comes from mistake
And asked what you relinquished

To sport in falling down on a ski hill
And not enough snow to get down
But the snake was worthy still
The effort was to have found

A light for you inside the vase
I know I have been to this place

Pop Sonnet #3306

Feels like everywhere I turn
The music follows me around
And take a moment to stop and burn
And drop down to the sound

Of a whisper in the sides
Of fantasy's last flight
Where I have hidden all the guides
And you have lost your sight

When there were feelings all to ask
For trees that grow in parks
And making me go back to the cask
Where there were ghosts in the dark

And I would ask you to reach
But beside me I will preach

Pop Sonnet #3307

The sun is behind my curtain bright
And the keyboard is cruising
Along with anything that can white
The never to be using

And if you make it here by now
I will have to go the next step
And when she will take a bow
And question all the depth

And she is a rockstar that girl of mine
With eyes that penetrate
And a voice to match a body fine
When we have known the state

Of an intelligence she has to match
That girl will make me patch

Pop Sonnet #3308

Into a number that I want to trace
And to leave it all up to you
Would definitely erase
And belong in certain crew

Where there are deaths in line
Of a word so strange
And there were never the kind
Searched upon the range

That left me wondering where to go
Unless there was a certain shock
And never mind where they have blow
To reap rewards over the block

Get me into one last section of lines
And the body intertwines

Pop Sonnet #3309

So I get through the first of a series
And every time you go ahead
To read through all the endless queries
And looked forward and back instead

Beyond an answer to a fleet
The mistake was not permanent
But here at her repeat
Performance to make up what spent

The lonely wail of forward time
Desire lean into a fresh
Come on and get lime
To go with the mesh

Of whatever does approach you now
I wonder if it works somehow