Sunday, June 7, 2015

Pop Sonnet #4530

Beauty exists in the world entire
The restfulness of the just and pure
Where motions sense the able fire
And go to process the soul endure

The overlooked of heaven's charge
Will bring victory into the call
The equality found in all the large
That excavate for what we stall

The next type of negative slew
Of rants that leave off thirds
Will create a treasure new
That incorporates the words

Of logic discovery in the numbers
Headed for those golden slumbers

Pop Sonnet #4531

And if it seems to come out right
It is only with the power
Of a skeletal to frame in light
That achieves this very hour

Of a retold legend started
Long ago by kings of old
That came around when moments darted
To the children that are sold

Into the slavery of modern day
That work for nothing and survive
To be what kept it all that way
I would know the greater drive

Of assurance bold and decadent hues
Come again right on my cues

Pop Sonnet #4532

If we could be together somehow
I would really enjoy
The past is all akin to plow
The further motions employ

The severity of motions quick
That bring about the raise
Of a temple full that stick
With currents in the haze

Of a republic built by crews
Of working able bodied folks
That press on to have new
Types of waiting that provokes

And if the empty headed game
Leaves us feeling all the same

Pop Sonnet #4533

Not really confused as I was awhile ago
About what place to find me here
That next to treason shaped below
There could be impetus to care

About the wave of children kind
That keep the faith for the lives
Of whatever has happened fine
Will be dependent on your strives

That current moat of conformist whim
That creeps about when passing
Simply delivers cherubim
That were only in fasting

The war rages and should be stopped
But where were all the rings that flopped

Pop Sonnet #4534

And without vision it would be hard
To transfer pain and progress
Of a fairly well dealt card
What I lack invest

There could be a local spot
Of coarse but used all about stand
The time the trail for circle caught
Into the problem that was grand

Before a symphony can win
The day of all the heavy shells
And going back to where they end
Was just about to be the tales

Of mercy seat delivered all
From the anger and the fall

Pop Sonnet #4535

The rampart of a lost embrace
Fuses with the cushions
Of the pressure in my face
Of all things moving pushed in

The laboratory of combustion
Where elements never meant to mix
Explode in waiting for the trust in
All the ways you could use tricks

Typically the selfish woe
Of a new found principle
Will only be a mile below
The thought up moving simple

The courage brought before the case
Is what is realizing space

Pop Sonnet #4536

And in the image built to change
The courage that is worth
Going into see the strange
The new of all the birth

That handled morbid is adapted
To a cursory discussion bold
That simply shed a mild captive
By the way you have to hold

All things encouraged in the wane
The spirit guide of simple ash
That went to bury in the rain
And left us up to lash

The courage trailed a mighty wind
Below the diamonds that send

Pop Sonnet #4537

What precious metals lay in there
That could promote a hand of laws
That cannot speak for nothing bare
Of sympathy involving the cause

That returns making pride provoke
A new want for objectivity
That could not be what is spoke
Clearly in a day of levity

That promotes a glance this way
And checks them more like mine
The proper look at us this may
Strike a chord with miller's kind

Of enchanted brew that helped us tell
What it was that moved the spell

Pop Sonnet #4538

Not to give into a time to pass
The message was late as is
There are movements that will ask
Whether we have turned to biz

That hell was stopped right in the track
Of joining with the choir
Of a simple plan to stack
Anything but wire

Because the fuse will never die
Like it involved the reds
Of spanish spoken in the cry
Of where the eternal beds

Of my newfound desire for health
Beats any notion of vast wealth

Pop Sonnet #4539

Not that in itself the coin is wrong
As the charities explode
There is a new wave of song
That keeps us on the road

Where I have gained a new provision
That will reap a fancy gain
Turned along to my decision
That will produce less pain

And in the event no one shared
There is downfall in the lack
That can now only be aware
Of what we should bring back

And now the time of ages seeks
To be back involved this week


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