Pop Sonnet #5450

And the realization that you have to see it through
Gone with accolades acquired
That were certain to gain a spell or two
And in the actuality inspired

That was golden in the hue
The amber glow of hazes
Spectacle seems all that few
Was returning crazes

That were cherished like a sword
Taken into battle lead
There is a spoken hoard
That promises to bleed

And when I feel the pain in time
Cursing at God is the worst of crime

Pop Sonnet #5451

Not that I am the only one that
Takes chances on my brain
Because of how far and where I am at
That chances the spiked drain

There is a chosen map of calm
That will lead to a new stop
When the Earth was to balm
The choices when we met with the top

The loneliest of all the women
That were inspired by fate
To be proud of any thinning
To accompany when late

And if you take a new idea and spin it on the head
There was a bit of biographical information instead

Pop Sonnet #5452

Not that I have syllables in line
The breaking of the pattern
Where there is hope to sign
The only guarded lantern

Of a quote that I once read
Given to the speed to know
Where I take a chance instead
And furthermore she goes

Into a plummet above the new treason
The fate that guides my sleep
When I had to find a reason
To return the heap

Of the questions so mightily pronounced
There are different sizes and amounts

Pop Sonnet #5453

Once I reach the next plateau
I will have just a thousand
To be ready and to go
By the next time the year ends

And when you listen to freestyles
In the make of the raise
Where you have talked all the miles
And when you enter the praise

The next few words I give to God
Will be around in heaven
And when I know I am flawed
And I ate the leaven

On a sacred day so pertinent to crossing fire
There is a holy ghost one day to see acquired

Pop Sonnet #5454

But I think I am ashamed
Of all things that I admit
Except when remembering the same
Type of journey spent

And when there is an episodic fruition
To alleviate the grain
To be in the best position
Right before the brain

Of daily light in charge of gifts
I think I could have lost
There was a total balance shift
And worry about cost

To dread the life of impetus before the golden ring
That was going to take some time just before the king

Pop Sonnet #5455

So I will admit my love
For humanity as a whole
Something fell on me start of
The next will make it full

Of counteracting problems that were assured to be the rest
The part of conversations wore me down
And when you look around at things that have been best
To fire the guardians that sound

Like they were reaching the goal
Of lined out changed the roast
Was about to see the whole
And passed by the angry ghost

When there is a pleasure to find here
It may take me many years

Pop Sonnet #5456

There is a lesson of greatness
Offered into the burnt hand
Where the epic was the lateness
And to be onward in band

Never to stop up the common
Dread was a part of the pain
And when you sacrifice lawmen
The worst day will be in the wane

Of a position of power
That was making a new friend
To be along in the hour
That was starving the bend

Where I was falling into line before the cause was all erased
Whatever you did to me I know you were not placed

Pop Sonnet #5457

To be good at the best part
When the climax arrives
Never to hold onto your heart
And to trade in your lost lives

For another chance to press on through the clouds
And we heartily expand the draw
Going along forward into towns
That leveled out the law

When a portion is greener until
The every day life of a pastor
Finds me in the middle still
And really wish I could go faster

But it will turn around reasons to go
Next time I will really know

Pop Sonnet #5458

So if you read what I am writing
Here in a few hundred days
There is an epic inviting
The preaching that gives it away

To be honest as a mission
To receive prayer for my mind
And when I separate the division
From what else was here to grind

Before the mix I settled out in
Pain so dreary still
There could have been someone else to win
And memory is filled

With things that I could have helped with
Forgive me for butchering the myth

Pop Sonnet #5459

There could be passing in the next
Sign to stop the whole show
Where was the animated hex
That left me here below

When I was charging for the slate
And emptied out the words
Where we take a noble fate
And listen to what we have heard

There is a hopeful conjecture
That was propelling the gate
Nothing is for all the treasure
You seem to read this poem and wait

Until tomorrow when ten more come out and give
This is the only way I know really how to live