Pop Sonnet #5540

Thinking that I am awake
But barely feel the real
When time accepts for longing sake
The very way to seal

The inviting course of liking dots
When I am in pain from causes
That wanders into the vacant lots
And then takes time for pauses

And when you push me into the fence
I was walking meek and trapped
There are many arguments
That want to just be capped

And if you never spiked the boat
I would give to you the note

Pop Sonnet #5541

Going to be a good repenting
That which habits torn
The next time I was hinting
And rabidly we morn

The next vibration tends to lead
Into the shelter fix
There are damages in need
To play among the sticks

And when you braved the coldest flat
There are times which I behaved
Like I was about to rat
On the ones that are all saved

And if you make me tell you coming
There are still those drumming

Pop Sonnet #5542

And after a management replaced
Knowing assorted passing games
Were about to check in case
Of where you hid the fame

And when you cannot speak the words
The most I have ever felt
There are options in the herds
Where you might find a pelt

And sell it to the orphanage quick
The fine time having dropped
There are tomes that become licked
Upon where you have shopped

So you take me to the plane
That steadied infinite gain

Pop Sonnet #5543

Taking time to jot this down
Would remind me to fly
And when viewing the new ground
There are takers shy

That planned for me to run out
And mixing with the gun
They are courageous in the shout
Of what we know is done

The wisest lap of courses regulated
Was to share the pants
That came about when rated
And knowing more to glance

In my direction before I repeat all
That will be the final curtain call

Pop Sonnet #5544

Tomorrow is the day I see
Where to place the four fives
That drive me just to be
The only one that drives

To skip a mixture in the dark
And going along with present day
Was to join me in the lark
Of chanting where you stay

And I am feeling okay still
But I have gone above
The course when you will
Have the most of love

And if you bankrupt me when taking
The most of time I am now faking

Pop Sonnet #5545

And at the half this time no smoke
Just to get through more
When there are poems go for broke
And write until the score

Is so high that only a few can reach
There are levels in the head
Where you may want me just to teach
The most of us are led

Into a fabulous concern of reach
And I was gaining on the hoard
There are others to just teach
And meet you at the board

That drove me to take upon the slip
The next time that she gives a grip

Pop Sonnet #5546

So the note was heavy full
And understand when waiting
The damage that could take the toll
To strip apart the rating

And when you ask me to dine for good
The proper goal was heavy
And knowing that we all should
Understand when the levy

Was about to break and spill into town
The dread of making you stay
Was all that I had around
In case you want to play

And now I feel the pain of this
Going just to slap the wrist

Pop Sonnet #5547

If I had taken the time to greet
The next one came along
And when none of us meet
There was a time all wrong

To gain a bit of frequent miles
And drive you to the station
That will end up in my files
And rule the very nation

When you were partly here to blame
And reasoning assorted fine
Was to be about the same
And asking you for mine

That was the piercing dent of reeds
When you supplicate my needs

Pop Sonnet #5548

To catch the tail of a lost cause
Next year I will do them all
Except I have two years of laws
To record for the stall

That was a game before you played
And made me take the turn
Before the only given raid
Was leveled on the burn

And here we see that nothing doing
Was to get the rear front
That was the oxymoron brewing
In the thesis that turns to hunt

That will take me to the force
Offered to the very course

Pop Sonnet #5549

So here I am at the brink of day
The asking was the hand
Where knowing things do not work that way
And hiding in the band

That was outside the darkness cloud
The words that come to mind
To hang onto the perfect shroud
And gazed along the blind

Which in the end is all I could
Muster before the day
Was feeling a bit more hood
Like a the note that I play

And here I am at such a loss
That I need to stare at my cross