Pop Sonnet #3350

Invalid strength for a paragon of action
Next time I am up I will ask
When you can add to the overall traction
Of what we will do for a task

And skip a heartbeat when I am in town
So that you can survive the old blink
When there are societies all turned around
I would have to have a drink

Of a potent mix of juices coming to replenish
All the while I sit in the sun
And making me wonder how I will finish
When all the words are so done

And never hand down the animal passion
That came to us both when we were in fashion

Pop Sonnet #3351

Next time I go I will be the one
To manage the arch load for seers
And tripping along for the only undone
That marks a time for the agreers

When I found out that time was the beast
And the remnants of what I have written
Are all for certain only the least
Where a chance encounter is smitten

By the locomotive that tears through the strip
And conquers us all in the heart
Where I could have made an eternal slip
And run back into the start

When effort of paradigm goes for the toll
That makes me all gentle whenever I pull

Pop Sonnet #3352

Never cared if the illumination is going
To grow when the word count goes on
And shared a bit more whatever is blowing
Along with a foreign type fawn

That comes from a country that I have never been to
Unless the only crush for the mike
Comes along kneeling across the old crew
That mercilessly tries to go spike

The only fear that will leap from my chest
Wondering if there is time to repent
Of the small things I cannot do best
And all for the time it is lent

Back to a cavern that holds on to busting
Unless the metal is already rusting

Pop Sonnet #3353

So here I go with a break in mind
That comes just around another corner
Unless there is a study to find
And all would work unless they tore her

Off of my back to cause all the sleep
That will creep through the movie sign bliss
Unless there are other ways to get the heap
Of blessings that never will miss

And I found a troubled old dancer in the rain
Where water only encourages stance
And I will remember all the old pain
And incorporate it into this wet dance

Where simple types of models come in for a threat
I don't think I have been there quite yet

Pop Sonnet #3354

And after the spill for the counting is cheap
Now I have lost all the effort
When there is a patch of delicate sleep
Next to the only far left court

When splitting it up works out just fine
And I will tear through all the wells
That never bring water for the only sign
Never mind how my heart swells

And if there is a logic behind the wall
There will be time ever so
That you can be the only one with the withdrawal
To never leave until I can go

And if there is a place that we can all laugh
Remind me to tell the entire staff

Pop Sonnet #3355

Only this is singular in vision at home
Where only an author is alone
And if you can sneak by with that memory foam
Then I will have made up the stone

That cures all of your aging and makes
A tiny bit more of the soup
Where anything anyone anyhow takes
And gets us all back to the loop

Where struggles have played such an immense role
And journeying separates stars
There is an intensity ever so null
That avoids us in out old cars

But I have continued with barely a breath
Only to find out there is no more death

Pop Sonnet #3356

At least for now but it happens in life
Where no one is pleased with the mercy
That comes on wearing the strife
That makes us ever so thirsty

And still plain to see is the misfit bag
Where I have put stock in a dream
That came back to bite me just like an old crag
That leaks from the rock in the seam

And I am not even sure what it all means
Tell me if you figure it out
And I will only fight for the best of the greens
That come to fill up to the spout

Of logic and figures that shift what you see
Can you dream up something just for me

Pop Sonnet #3357

Unless there is a way to sharpen the sword
Without first stabbing the ground
That punctuation clearly has a reward
But I remain in the lost and found

Where striking a chord with an idle drop
That sharpens the wits like a knife
Come beckoning like a pillow night shop
That you would have taken your wife

Unless I go forward and slip to the whims
That make trouble for a sort of motion
And I would further caress your limbs
Unless there is an old love potion

That could bring you to me against all the odds
And punishes me for multiple Gods

Pop Sonnet #3358

To get the last two in before they close
And that break oft mentioned ahead
Where there are the shepherds now that arose
Behind the old smart car is lead

When I have turned straw into gold
It looks like the typing is here
Where there is a drop that is really old
And makes all the knowing ones fear

Beneath the storm there is a ticket man
That sells more than it is worth
And I will place all of you into the can
That never tells the old birth

From a figure panicked in holding
And the bread will never be molding

Pop Sonnet #3359

Unless I keep watch over the crust
Where certainly I was awake
And taming you out for the trust
When figures all start to break

And encouraging numbers are found
Representing all that is in here
For a page that had already drowned
Beneath the massive pool of tears

That I swim through a lock
When I am shrunken to size
And like all of the Wonderland talk
There is at an absurd level guise

That takes me through the ministry quick
And lost to the way when I can be sick