Pop Sonnet #4340

The best of the skin that lends
To a motion pre-order the case
And if there is a fallen lens
Then ask for the right place

And if you are a believer too run
The fluent exposure reverts
To be the man called the one
That excavated culverts

That dissipated into the ground
And rose to a new level
The rose will grow around
The very same fruitful

For whatever reason you have to go on
And for now this wakes to certain pawns

Pop Sonnet #4341

That seems more difficult to go all in
But if there are books that grow on
And by the count I still have not been
All the way forward to con

The way in to the basement is blocked
I will have to find another entrance
And if there are plenty of us locked
The best you can do is a trance

That settles in quite clearly
And renovates the drive
I will think of her dearly
And always stay alive

When there are goals that are out of reach
The very people that succeed most are those that often teach

Pop Sonnet #4342

It is a difficult thing to be
When roaming through the course
That set a level enchanting me
That will go buy remorse

For a copper coin that melts in heat
The prophecy is colorful
The next time we have to meet
And the food turned out wonderful

If there was a second in the grain
That tumbled through the timer
In the hourglass it kept the sane
Going on with any type of primer

And I would function for the knot
There are things already when caught

Pop Sonnet #4343

I would not mind for a quicker
Round of game time in the turn
Where the elevation is sicker
Than anything you can burn

Because the song won't write itself
And in turn the motion cools
The elevation so endearing health
And catches one for fools

That if I can get through for now
I would say my prayers
Gone assurance is the brow
Before anyone was a sayer

Of the spells that frequented
The ones the guild requested

Pop Sonnet #4344

That is why the journey leads
Beyond a reserved spot
To reclaim any type that bleeds
Upon where once was lot

And his gain from escaping
The city was not there
After all the time escalating
The germs that wore into a lair

And now you go on just to go
Because the rush of words
Belong to what is really slow
Among the writing thirds

That takes you to a far off place
Anyone can see my face

Pop Sonnet #4345

Jolt of liquid in the brain
That triggers chemistry appeals
Beyond the argument for pain
Existing just for real

And everything we have is here beyond
Comprehension of the way we all work
And look back to what seems gone
And live longer with the quirk

Of getting things to settle down
And take a plan for race
To ask the words for a gown
That you looked upon face

For why I have a really blind
Reason that I must rewind

Pop Sonnet #4346

It begins to make some sense
That I have come awhile
Through the next year exact fence
To look into the file

And I was wondering if you waved
A conscious ploy of where
The chemicals would mix to saved
And differences beware

Of things that never applied
The ministry of qualms
That echoed like a screaming ride
That came back just to balm

The occurrence of the perfect swing
Remains around just to feel what brings

Pop Sonnet #4347

The joy to my life beside the ray
Of the sun that breaks through
Beyond the echoes of what may
Go on to be all true

And if the certainty awaits
For progress in the still
There are assurances quite great
And look at the appeal

To a logic that will crack
The recipe for wear
That looks into the back
And never would you dare

To go ahead and work on stages
That will maybe lead to wages

Pop Sonnet #4348

It is so far off that final place
It seems I am still behind
In the final charting race
And look to be a kind

Of man that pushes through
A never ending cycle
And looks upon the things you do
As though it were a mile

Of radar tracking for the Jeep
That parks right next to the warp
To be completely under sleep
And if this evolved into a corp

Without knowing nothing works
I will gain from you the clerks

Pop Sonnet #4349

In the prayer the song goes on toward
To show that nothing stops
When marching just the forced forward
And when taking level drops

The courage in the final writ
Will be the look that sways
And there the guru always sits
To lock down upon your plays

And if there are bandages so broken
Before the grill of ravage bold
Until anyone was spoken
For the prophecy too cold

So come with me to a place we fly
Way beyond the visible sky