Pop Sonnet #5500

Which after all creates a park
The left overs that leapt
The very noise about the lark
Position always kept

And here we have the perfect turn
The residential glow of states
That were along in moments stern
To keep me near the dates

That were slipping out of my hand
And roasted in the drive
When the only kind will stand
Next to where we were alive

And when you push on through the door
You may often wonder who it is for

Pop Sonnet #5501

Everything deserves a page for west
The very channel of a total glow
That could have been known for crest
Waving in the looking blow

That was about to change the side
And furthermore to enter
When the dawn opens the slide
And goes on into the center

Where I was thinking that no one could sleep
Unless there was a link that grew
To be among the only cheap
Nodule of the dew

That was about to accept my grace
For the filler in the lace

Pop Sonnet #5502

And after all the stirring wins
That effigy to ban
Where someone had to go again
In case of effort sand

I wish there was a point to relate
Before the wishes came landing
And in case of supported mate
And been already handing

The second time I got to here
Was going on before the crowd
And there is a potion to be clear
That once in awhile is allowed

And if you never had to frame
The lookout is about the same

Pop Sonnet #5503

Chipping away at the next thousand poems
That sculpture speed to wait
And about the spent up wire combs
That were about to drop the gate

To be a pillar that will not hold
To force the temple down
And after the day gets too cold
Absolutely when the noun

Comes striding forth and lends itself
To a minor case of blues
That came to land upon the shelf
And returned with all the clues

And if there is a fancy shred
One of us will be what is said

Pop Sonnet #5504

And that distracts me from the goal
Nothing like a zero in code
For a day when you gained the whole
Decision was to end the load

That was about to trick me here
And ended up aside
The level before taking cheer
To the haunted guide

And I was writing for the last
Never turning back
And walk upon the cast
There is a spot that tact

Was pushing along the pit that grows
Whatever you think just flows

Pop Sonnet #5505

Kind of significant but merely a charm
The deafening window of the flat
That was about to end the harm
That could be where we sat

And if I see myself just because of a day
Gone into the wandered bust
That was about to circle the gray
And head back into trust

Which means I will have retreated plain
And disappeared into fractions
That were almost the local stain
The way you speed up actions

And level again with the sympathetic twist
I think by now everyone has gotten the whole gist

Pop Sonnet #5506

So tear me up with plans of work
The very tread mistaken
That pushed along the motive clerk
Prophecy has now forsaken

And here you see that time is stopped
Where you could have handed more
And forgotten what is all the cropped
To knock right on the door

And push me into fumes aplenty
There are motions collapsing down
To be only around the twenty
And when you faded brown

That was awareness in the highest order
I just want to bring something to record her

Pop Sonnet #5507

When we get together on the established day to head
The very situation of the object went
And unless you show me where you had the lead
That was so important to be a hint

And no one knows whether they have seen
The epic form of crosses
And if you take it where you lean
That everyone has bosses

To be all the problem and then make up for that
And still feel pain from losses
Never been right next to the bat
That was lingering for tosses

Into the air where eternity slides
There are ways to go on rides

Pop Sonnet #5508

Which really makes no sense at all
And leaves me wondering blank
The next time I feel about tall
The washing of the tank

That was about to burst but now
I feel the daily dose
Being something somewhere somehow
That felt you when she grows

That lesson planned to organize
The very certain cask
Which often times I realize
That there is such a mask

That will remain in lively good
The very thing no one understood

Pop Sonnet #5509

And take me to the place I know
Where vision is derivative forward
That lust that came to give a blow
And you know that you are cornered

In the section of the heat
That was a confused mistake
The wild was the only beat
No one would gain fake

The currency that spread around
And not to make you fear
The honesty came through the pound
And helped you have a year

Full of things you always want to do
Unless there was a coast of blue