Pop Sonnet #3870

Requesting all forgiveness before the holy day
Seeking out what gives a damn
For the miracle will be the way
To lead us all to the lamb

The blood that was shed in the frame
Of a cross to be given a hoist
By the soldier that stood there the same
Every time there was a choice

To be the same type of the mill
And did not mean to disappoint a friend
But after the shaking all still
Was the returning of blend

That you could have asked for anyone seems
There is not always a point to my dreams

Pop Sonnet #3871

And if the old treasure was sinking in flames
As for the ways of my rest
Was to deliver the permanent frames
And always ask for the best

To be given a choice of tomorrows
And sold upon work for the mass
There was never placed borrows
Along with anyone fast

To return a problem of coin
And be among the total ridge
There have been company's to join
Along with building the bridge

And if I can make it through laughs
A day where the single small shafts

Pop Sonnet #3872

Left me hanging with triumphant feelings
And kept the potent wave of a trip
And ask you for all of the dealings
Before anyone gives the slip

But you know I care about my brothers
And everyone that makes a case
There are now so many others
That ask for the very same place

And in the basket of doubts
There is the anxious feel trained
To give the holler or shouts
That was back in all of the stained

And I would be the landing of grass
There was just no way to pass

Pop Sonnet #3873

So to take moments and stir
The fate of a total impure
Led me to the only mixture
And living in all of this blur

There are times I forget
Whether crosses are made for the talk
And never ask if you sit
Along the only day's stock

That was used in the golden fury
The way that kept me going straight
The boiling up of the worry
And now I am feeling so late

To be taking a spin in the car
And traveling with the North Star

Pop Sonnet #3874

To lean into the shade when the sun
Comes beating upon the steep incline
And knowing that anything one
Was bidding after the shine

That kept me awake in the morning light
The way it crept through in the dawn
And ask you to avoid the fight
And now you will be like your song

That you will add endings to boot
And effort to preach in the past
After the grade was the loot
And now you will go to the cast

To get mad over certain craters
And talk to the two of us later

Pop Sonnet #3875

I am really only half asleep
And the walk to the shepherd's claim
Is feeling a bit inside weep
That poison that makes me all lame

And I saw the tears in your eyes
That notion that potent was fined
And now I am asking the size
To be all properly aligned

And one more time in the shot
For a wake in the edge for a shift
That would be around when a lot
Of us when we came back to lift

The tidal wave steadied a hand
And motioned us back to the stand

Pop Sonnet #3876

Unless you were asking too much
But I would have let you know soon
That was into the volumes that touch
A heavily needed metal spoon

For the rest of the dance
I was lost in her arms
And there was no romance
In the wake of your charms

So I will ask for your mercy this time
When veering into the absurd
And to suffer the brain's will of crime
To know that they gave me a word

And in the positive source
I was keeping the force

Pop Sonnet #3877

To double up once a day fine
And ask for the numbers to grow
Unless there are no plots that kind
To keep us around when we flow

And blood trickled down from the post
The whip buried the thrash
And if you have fallen the most
I would not laugh at your crash

That was involved with work in the day
And told you that they would now place
The next lamp right into the way
And looking closely at your face

There are arrivals that must
Settle out of the dust

Pop Sonnet #3878

And now there are questions left open ended
The whole of the settlement tamed
That became the motion depended
On whatever you had not named

And there are words that evaded
The next several lines of the verse
Where I had seemed already faded
And privately felt all the worse

Because of the mind in my game
That placed a heavy guard
Into the ringing that came
Rocking through days like the card

That you will have placed at the finished piece
There would have been only ten that crease

Pop Sonnet #3879

Whether or not you believe this
There is no conviction I seek
To be around into the miss
And now the effort is bleak

For a confusion so rampant
That involves the role playing of heat
That kept apart anything dampened
The hewn of the once destroyed seat

That day has appealed to my fake
And from the old tire swing
There was no one at the lake
And this is near the end of the string

So influence or not I am really now fed
The anxiety wells up with all of the dread