Pop Sonnet #4630

There is difficulty losing my spot
But no one can always be on top
And when the day is hot
The righteous tend to stop

Before they go on into residents
And make a perfect sound
And comfort in our presidents
That steer the ship around

And lead us to a brighter day
The course is certain made
The proudest of the one to say
That letter was now afraid

And anyone that asks for fruit
Will be lead to the fantastic suit

Pop Sonnet #4631

And all that is left is a picture
Really not much more
That was let out of the scripture
For a few of the stores

That no one had bothered from
A loose interpretation of guides
That especially for some
That returns to abide

And when markers feel steep
The damnable drive of most
Would wake me up from sleep
To beckon the next host

That you were always innovating
The courage to be waiting

Pop Sonnet #4632

Moving to a different tune
That played across the house
Where shooting the dune
Was all that was left to spouse

The reconciliation was led
Before the fearful ride
And was about to be lead
And found in the hide

Where I could ask for miles
To be along with the crew
And every time the styles
Come reeling way into

And that would be okay to keep
I will climb until the steep

Pop Sonnet #4633

And now I look at how hard it will be
Especially with only a bit of the one
And realize what is left for me
Before the day is done

And now it looks like I must work
Twice as hard as before
There are motives that will perk
Into the isolated floor

That was about all I could take
And not sure why it fell
But the man that spent the wake
And any score you tell

That is what takes it down a notch
And gives up on the golden watch

Pop Sonnet #4634

It is pointed to bring chance
Into the harmonics of wisely
Chosen motions for the ants
That worship ever nicely

The choice of characters is here
The wreck of a shelter dawn
When you look at the tear
There are ways that have come and gone

When there are fantasies aboard
And looked into the well
There are corporations adored
And eternal fires of hell

Unless there was a motive act
That could lead us to the tact

Pop Sonnet #4635

And now I pass by just to see
What looks across the field
And if in the end you are free
Then why won't you just yield

To the presence in a course
And every day was fine again
That may cause a finer source
Where we could describe the ten

Of the monsters that were to return
You could never spell the word
That was quite an awful burn
But it depends on what you have heard

There are more to beckon fails
To be into the long sails

Pop Sonnet #4636

And I just wanted you to see
That I had gone above
But it always worked for me
And now I feel the love

Of emptiness that spreads across
There are a million rules
To be the greatest one to boss
And pick up the schools

And when the garden exposes frames
There are points to be in town
That look unto the holy games
Where we could just be a noun

Of any kind that illustrates
The minced up kind that waits

Pop Sonnet #4637

It is strange to think how I got started
And aware of the course of song
Where they could have only charted
The message was turning out wrong

Unless you read into the melt
And prop me up a bit
There are strangers in the belt
That produce another hit

And after I chose to break
A rule that I made up for
There was so much more at stake
And clued into the roar

That took my spot and shot me down
There is now a time to crown

Pop Sonnet #4638

Would be strange to make a bet
Based on strings of fate
That could have been the set
And look back to the plate

Where you have set the crosses near
And shared a dozen times
That would illustrate the fear
And settle for the next up crimes

That were as good as getting through
The companion to a cliff
Was about to look back to
A readily available stiff

That was already into lights
After I had seen the sights

Pop Sonnet #4639

So I journey to the fall
The company has exiled
The strangest of the tall
That had to be the filed

Of a piece of cardboard
That the world is based
To play a few of the chords
And music is now faced

And when I set apart my trail
For the best of the mutation
And always look to fail
The encouraging type of equation

That any of us could promote types
There is flourishing in the ripe