Pop Sonnet #4450

Alright with me if finding soon
The maze that dead ends quick
The prophet lingers for the croon
And watches the burnt wick

From coming on all by itself when
You were just a young type
And I would always settle in
Before the taker ripe

And when the mercy seat will channel
Facts in your lost abode
The ultimate member of the panel
And fearful when you crowed

Beyond belief at this point with
The legends all behind the myth

Pop Sonnet #4451

There is a chance no one will know
And when the loop goes driving
The surface came about to grow
Along with any thriving

That sailed away through seas on high
The last time I combusted
Where was all of the creature sigh
And when the morning trusted

The baggage check before a loss
That never resurfaces
That old familiar wiped out boss
To empty out the churches

And send people into the world to save
Unless there was a road to pave

Pop Sonnet #4452

That may not be the way to go
Unless you have a splint
To fill up all the candid show
With anything to rent

And concrete is a solid mass
It does not spread the ash
Before I collected the pass
You would fall and crash

Just beyond the meadow keep
That rocked out in the park
And back behind the forest deep
The starter was the mark

Of where you belong to other planning
There were two of them still canning

Pop Sonnet #4453

Feature forgotten when their time
Was brought up front to question
That will settle into dimes
Before the expiring session

When I have pushed the last keyword
Into a frame of reference
There could be a simple curd
Stealing back the blessings

And never just ask for your shirt
When there is a lot to pack
Next time you see into hurt
The broken bones in back

And never insult briar dance
Thought it was my only chance

Pop Sonnet #4454

So I hold onto the bar
And swing with mighty few
The loss into the apple star
Was not the way she flew

And without assurance to be wrecked
The adjustment made on rich
That was the one who for now checked
Back before the ditch

The turn was coming up so fast
And we required spells
To get us to where moments passed
And worthy is the nail

That you would only usually
Have the plural out in front for me

Pop Sonnet #4455

The sense of time still feels a bit
More than I bargained for
But if you just take a hit
The writing flows some more

And you will have certain looks
Into the impression ditch
That gives around a brand new book
And asks you for a stitch

And when the primary is rest
The look into the yarn
When I would go retake the test
Just to prove the darn

Thing is real because no one refutes
Except the weather changing suits

Pop Sonnet #4456

This is total look inside
About a box of tricks
That permanently sat and tried
To look at things all quick

And when you settle down the hearts
Of beating to the ground
And look at the purposeful arts
That came back when you found

There was a place we could have stopped
And looked back into fame
Where everyone was getting topped
And no one was to blame

For when the figure of a plant
Knows when I begin to rant

Pop Sonnet #4457

If I hurry through this part of text
I may be wrong to think
That when the maker comes up next
The company will drink

Head into a furnished storm
The preacher lost his tour
Where exactly was the form
Of wanting to renew her

And lead by monks and visionary
Guidelines to the wake
Make for the incision very
Forced and split the take

When you have yourself inside a talk
Do not forget to set your clock

Pop Sonnet #4458

And now we are at that crucial juncture
Full of lemon pie
That look at things behind the puncture
Going up to try

That is why the mode of dissonance
Is ringing all the names
And forgetting christening
That you were given tame

To settle into darkness flood
There were goblins that grew
Into a number down the dud
Was all that I had true

The one to press upon the sky
And leave us with an empty eye

Pop Sonnet #4459

I would score for the curtailed
And you would press along
There are shaken ones impaled
To press into the song

That created a whole atmosphere
Of pressure to get pushed
To be the one with every tear
That really would have bushed

A couple of residents were waiting
Then they knew their mistake
To be around when no one fading
Was the push to take

So sliding into home plate here
This will bring about the year