Pop Sonnet #3560

Total it out to add up the score
When words are enough just to share
And mantle forth pilgrim tight in the floor
To impute a reticent chair

And splay before horizon gain
The mutiny implores retread
When I have handled the stain
Among where we eat the fresh bread

That takes into account the desert trip
And love hangs on for dear life
Ask for what encourages the slip
Into where there is strife

That cannot be handled by anyone fast
Next time you go read up on the last

Pop Sonnet #3561

And gazes are steadied for invocation
Of prophesy in the steady emotions
And turn around proper into vacation
That calms even stormiest oceans

The preferred medication is all but a game
That has handled with us in a term
Upon the old buried seems still the same
Properly into the open worm

That split into multiple beings
When ever was sliced down the middle
And if all of us are already agreeing
Then take a cheap shot at the fiddle

Where I have a head change and waiting for creeper
Taking it all to the next level deeper

Pop Sonnet #3562

Party is lost on a desperate incantation
Where I have a plan for the shortened
Coming in nearly to ask for donations
And maybe it was all important

Where I have seen strangers
Run into a store that wills
For the particular dangers
That something takes spills

Over and over until there is nothing left
Fraught with the mince of a pick
That was under contract with anything bereft
Of what takes encouragement stick

And going this slowly after a church marathon
I would be writing forever this song

Pop Sonnet #3563

Even if the font loses it in the spread
I would have asked for a cover
To enjoy anything no one has led
To a patient care of a hover

That steals into moments like they are malleable
Done with a wick in a trident
There would be fault into the fallible
Grow so incredibly strident

With a task of examples that led us to here
In case of a motion to burn
Anything that smells like we see clear
And nothing will take just to earn

The credible answer for the quick bust
I would have asked if you had my trust

Pop Sonnet #3564

But running through causeways
And no end in sight
For a dealing of paused plays
That turn out so right

In the keeper of wisdom and happiness leans
Where the known of redeem there value
And do you know what getting caught means
And throwing the ball like a foul you

Pick up the dents that were in the hood
And look at them until they are fixed
And if you think anyone should
Set off a chain for what could be mixed

And I would return to a lengthier line
If anyone knows I will take into mine

Pop Sonnet #3565

It is a good thing I am keeping track
Of all of the moves that are made
In case someone really returns it all back
I will know where the letter is grade

And if there are conclusions
That all get recorded
But in the illusions
All are rewarded

And sympathy asks just a further noted letter
That you could enjoy for a lot
Of humor went into the better
Half of it all is now hot

And I will enjoy the dispensing of power
Until someone calls me on that fateful hour

Pop Sonnet #3566

So there were just ten
But they all added up
Where have you been
When I strive for the cup

Of all of the rewards I could have planned
That come about just from routines
Wanting is feeling for all of the sand
That drops every second in the timer machine

That was almost too short
And it would have depended
Whether I could report
And all of them descended

And I want to ask you if you can see through
All of the gifts I have given you

Pop Sonnet #3567

If I were to push just a little bit more
I would ask for you all to shake
Beneath the wildest strike on the door
And what would you offer to take

Unless the quarter is really too small
And the rip off will ever continue
That would amount to a feeling in Fall
And they still play at the venue

And I want to write until there is nothing else now
To get to the bottom for good
And when the ladder is extending the bow
To climb up and down like you could

When there is a way to find the old verse
I think it sometimes gets better and worse

Pop Sonnet #3568

So it smells like the smoke started bleeding
Into the nostrils of anyone near
And gentle poets come back to the needing
Of everyone just to stand clear

And shape up the mistress in the paradox
Of whether you could have acquired
The way that you know they all will throw rocks
And you will have to get fired

But I know a way to release all the fun
Onto a squadron of mismatch
That takes the license until I am done
And runs me down into a patch

That would break even all of your days
And simply relinquish the patterns and ways

Pop Sonnet #3569

To someone that is able to handle the reigns
Not a wastrel like me to defend
Where I had the mightiest crackle corn canes
That danced like a candy will bend

And if it is reckless to sharpen the pod
Nothing fits closely to trap
The shaken the beaten my head will now nod
In honor of where there is the map

To show all of us to continue ahead
The twists and turns are straightening out
And be where you know you have been led
And double up words all in route

Where I can turn mixes into a final song
Accompany me when I go wrong