Sunday, May 10, 2015

Pop Sonnet #4250

Extra hard when distraction looms
Face a round of giving
To be able for the wombs
And will anyone be living

By the time the writing ceases
And nothing is left to read
There are several folded creases
Just to know the seed

About to parcel your last talk
Can you wait for the win
Just to be closer to the dock
And to love in life has been

The way to achieve the goal
Still can you fill in the hole

Pop Sonnet #4251

And lacking in the duster leaps
The quagmire of the caps
That dreads us all to take what keeps
And steals another lap

To moisten and soften when you drink
The cup was all inside
Growing just to want to think
And not a choice to hide

Finish first and then you see
That mystery is here
About to run apart from me
And wonder about the near

Of essence that takes a close
Look at the nice one chose

Pop Sonnet #4252

And if they settle for the quip
To look at facts that start
To serve it back into the dip
And cooperate the art

Was to lead the others to
The ship that sails at dawn
And motion keeps on going through
The persecution gone

When I will take a tobacco plant
And save it until the end
To look at everything you rant
And start to just pretend

When I have given up all I can
I need to figure out the plan

Pop Sonnet #4253

To look inside the quarry rock
And ask for a piece of coal
That simply could not buy the clock
To make me once again whole

And I can illustrate your search
By one true simple factor
And you can take me back to church
When looking up the actor

And find the time to stretch
Into a verse for making good
Understand that there was a wretch
Waiting as she should

To default answers to the sex
And live a life for others next

Pop Sonnet #4254

And if anything gets in the way
I will achieve the final
That stood into the opposite bay
And winded up the dial

That kept track of when they came
And stopped the writing flat
And delivered maybe just the same
When I have been to where you are at

And asked again just for the fill
If there was any reason to this
Point I am making that really will
Come to make less sense

And anything that looks good now
I will use it all right now

Pop Sonnet #4255

And if you ask where I have went
I will not leave a trail
For there are those already sent
And those who cannot fail

But you know I did not do
The things that were assigned
Until I the day I really knew
How my future was aligned

And in the pragmatic approach
To looking for a goal
And got my own training coach
That bandages me whole

When I mistake the tiny road
For a maker model stowed

Pop Sonnet #4256

If anyone can throw a clue
I will get right settled soon
Going just to push the new
Into something around noon

And ship the sake to the mount
We will need a drink or two
Of the sacred idol count
That shows us what to do

And if forsaken prophecy
Comes streaming into mind
Then you offer for just me
To be the one to find

And if I get to the end here
Count me in for this whole year

Pop Sonnet #4257

Except I have taken two or three
Days when tragedy struck
But you know right now I see
The dwindling of luck

And if your knowledge runs the count
For sailing in a note
Would leave the lesson for amount
To be the one I wrote

And so close to the end at least
Right now I take the class
Ending up next to a beast
And being first to pass

The rigid look into a gear
There could be a final clear

Pop Sonnet #4258

I am not sure what is going on
Right now at all
You can just be right or wrong
And I would take the fall

But here we go almost there
And stretching just to make it
Ask why anyone is aware
And I would have to rake it

Back into the pile big
I assure you there is time left
But next to you I took a cig
And never maxed in heft

For a show that never quits
Would you be the one that sits

Pop Sonnet #4259

So hopefully the charging may
Come sooner than I thought
Unless the presence looks this way
And offers what is not

I would take a research project now
Before I told you to go
And the answer still somehow
Shares with all the flow

And reads to me before I wait
And attacks at the bridge crossing
Just to see that one with fate
That came about here tossing

And I will never ask you for
A key to your most sacred door

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