Pop Sonnet #5760

I really am a bit out of place
In the middle of this error
And when gone to case
The average type is fairer

Between you and me there is a choice
That must be made when getting along
No matter when the context voice
Was singing back and forth song

The gentle eraser that came to mind
When fashioning the first and last
There can be ways to incline
With whatever belongs to cast

The very tale of epic woe
Came in before us like a show

Pop Sonnet #5761

That is why I stick with ten
In a day I can get out so much
Do you know where I have been
And leaving with the crutch

To hobble down the stairs so fast
And head into the cries disparaged
There we see the only past
That was about as carriage

Where endings count but don't always fit
And I could see the light
But too far from here below the bit
And headed where they write

For hours on end never giving up
Heal me when my feelings get the cup

Pop Sonnet #5762

I wonder what is in the iron
The nastiest refutation clearly
When the fellows of Lord Byron
Start again so dearly

That confusion waves a break so soon
The carrying of mates
That is about to normal cartoons
Take back what I rate

That was about to care for you
In ways you could not see
That coincides the wage is through
The epic when you can be

And when in other wonders spread the assortment was all good
Next time you will stay with me if I think you should

Pop Sonnet #5763

Makes you ask why the speeches
Were headed into a range ahead
And everything that came out preaches
Next time you understand lead

That was sharing with curtains
In the well of souls planted
The rain was not hurting
The ground when you panted

And here I have music that penetrates
The mind and leaves feelings of light
That were all around staying late
And came in through the right

When everything you measure has appeared in other forms
That is why I think the sudden in the storms

Pop Sonnet #5764

I am having all troubles keeping up with
The earlier in the shouting the better
When you mix again all myths
That saved me to the letter

Which was in the Word of God
That peace would come about
And unless the mighty is flawed
Whatever else was routed

Into a single coil of the encounter with the power
And save for me a single drop of wine
Which will turn to blood this very hour
And everything that is hers is fine

That groovy kind of attitude where things go all your way
And finalize the realization that guides the kingdom stay

Pop Sonnet #5765

So far the best day of my days
Was the one not so long before
Where I was voted into plays
And went all through the door

There is a shelter I can reach
Between the mire deep
Was digging to through the world's core
Where energy lives in flames

And now that we know where the other side waits
That tale of energy when all is gained
That I discover inside of the gates
The way you already had stained

The performance was flooding the speakers
There was just one other pair of sneakers

Pop Sonnet #5766

After all it has been awhile
That I can chase you aside
There we have the guile
To slam another tried

When we position disillusion
In the guidebook there is nearby
The weapon that is an illusion
To be the other cry

That was already channeled into
Wastelands with the dread
That could fall apart for blue
When nothing else is read

When I make it to the daily amount
I will have a greater word and line count

Pop Sonnet #5767

So if you engage in purpose divine
Had to handle the coat with sanctity
There is a chance you can rethread the sign
Through the tunnel of ability

That was driven along with the most
Of all I had to give away
When the settle down gets a host
And is right here to stay

When I did a backward flip
In words but not in a physical sense
That was the ultimate stick trip
And when you are here you rinse

When words become the limit and nothing can slip down
The climb is still ahead or am I falling nouns

Pop Sonnet #5768

The tripped out thing is I am on a roll
That never seemed to slow down
And ended where beyond the goal
Keeping wishes with the town

Was about to read inside the helm
With ashes turning bright
And whatever is inside the realm
That comes upon us tight

When carrying the simple found
When light was tripping again
The switch was already in bounds
And happened over and over when

The only search for reaches is below the hand
You could be the one to finally understand

Pop Sonnet #5769

I can work under these circumstances fine
There is nothing that I cannot do
When looking into the line
Of wherever what has gone through

To report a full on charge alone
When the simple gives out
And fancier dancing called it grown
When living in the stout

In comparison to where I must go
You waited just for the chair to open find
The circumstance that caused the blow
Was already in my mind

And check me out if I get bigger than I already am
I will promise you the poems will give a damn