Pop Sonnet #4520

Rely on heavy born to half
That worked until the scorn
Was delivered partial staff
With ornaments to adorn

That look like spring couched in faith
The strive for a pertinent twain
That was to go beside what saith
And back to the misplaced bane

And in keeping with the score
There are ports to breach
That could have been during war
And left you up to preach

That day when I needed the match
And rescued me from fire catch

Pop Sonnet #4521

And at a dare would stifle shorn
The object in the daring lend
That was beyond a shepherd's morn
The factor was giving in

And if there was a crank to pull
That handle in the fit
That came about when all things dull
Motioned to you before it

Was in the bag and eternal stuffed
That precipice belonging gain
That could have been around the bluffed
And promised just to wane

Before the paranoia overtakes
There are a few other fakes

Pop Sonnet #4522

So if the things I imagine were true
I would be dead to see beyond type
And in the fled the dire makes crews
And then the lyric takes the ripe

The machine that ate the pilgrim is fine
When walking beside the kept swarm
And in history you could be lined
For a bothering question was warm

And to take misery out of a box
And push to a sequel confusion
There were so many out of the rocks
That led to new infusion

To set up a goal that is out of reach
And wonder aloud at the marvels of each

Pop Sonnet #4523

And all the way back to hesitant reward
There was a closing of the brood
And furthermore was in the accord
With things that turn should

Window amusement likened to hold
That maybe was planted abound
There could have been a turning to scold
That came back all the way around

And when the press down comes lighting
There would be some kind of best
Ask away with the moonlighting
Of whatever gets left the rest

And when I get to the giant cave run
There are so many more that turn one

Pop Sonnet #4524

So if I lifted before the cable broke
There are awakenings even
To put on airs about when she spoke
And answered before the grieving

There is a lore that explains why state
The traveling to a positive stretch
That was came about into the plate
And if there was a new catch

And when you are taken to plot
The mixed up anger was going
And in turn there was anything not
Still before all was showing

And encourage a level of trace
There could be anything gone to erase

Pop Sonnet #4525

Don't want to get involved by
The grace in the duct
Where assurance ran dry
And forcefully sucked

Out the lyrics that appeared
Into a revoked working plan
That gave up the beard
And managed to fly in stand

And courage was lingering
Into the wall aside
That corporate fingering
And wallpaper beside

That could have been purposeful if you could wait
Maybe another will come to be fate

Pop Sonnet #4526

With only a day in the course of a pass
That could return delicate rose
That was just part of anything last
And pushed us into the shows

That could have just cut off
But was meant to be
And when the old steer cough
Was shattered company

And the companion that furthered
The display in a coach of return
That goes on playing herder
That could place the burn

And if the illusion settles to dust
There are a few frames to place in the trust

Pop Sonnet #4527

And now the moment when all is left down
There could be promises slept
When the encouragement gathers in town
There was a mission that crept

Before I fill out the page with my head
And belong to a sentimental dime
There were progresses that came instead
And scratched the surface of time

That could be painful in fact I have torn
The object of placing the mace
There were figures all about worn
Next time to go to the place

That sometimes seems haunted all kept
There is never anything crept

Pop Sonnet #4528

So position the light in tearing the fast
There was just nothing to go on in timing
Where there was nothing except the last
And wondering if there is liming

Of a section so buried call
That the scream of a child is drowned
And when they offer the stall
There could be lessons around

And push on to the final press
Of a full on placard placed
That was just turning to mess
And could have thoughts faced

There was a pretending developed chest
Would you take the only one best

Pop Sonnet #4529

Thank you for helping forgive and I love
The only four step prayer to loan
That was heaven right there above
To push into the groan

And I was all happy from kept
There is a position of doubt
That was a race laugh of shows in the slept
And position to tout

Before it falls apart and nothing is left
There was a damage to pass
To be the one going for cleft
And look into energy last

And now that I realize nothing makes sense
I cannot use anything in my defense