Pop Sonnet #6140

That may have learned to proper skip
To elemental passion deep
The prophecy inside the trip
Was here to make us sleep

And when we wake the settled card
The impetus is blind
Where we feel a bit more hard
And lessons were the kind

Of whatever bliss is brought to the fore
And when you race the ending you are in line
Whatever words push forward much more
And when you ask for a count but cannot sign

The only thing that kept the disc was on
And if you see two thoughts growing fond

Pop Sonnet #6141

Seems strange like I am out in space
And floating through the void
Into where the mild trace
Of a notion that destroyed

The best thing about that pattern
Is that there are endless ways
To promote a ring of Saturn
And that is where she stays

Among confusion gospel bold
And held onto right now wait
The best the very one is cold
And that will now demonstrate

A circus performance all out dancing
Whatever next you could be chancing

Pop Sonnet #6142

And it would have crashed if I had not held
Out for the goods in acquired situation
Unless the next surface will meld
Into the heavy lamentation

And circle for me the words that make sense
The page rarely finds a logical match
And when you search beyond the fence
There are new things to hatch

And I hope there is not too much similarity
Between the new and old and favors
Were taking the simplicity
And landing upside to be savers

Of a delusion that once I had
Was to go and turn everything bad

Pop Sonnet #6143

That is why I maintain the healthy fear
Of things I do not understand and focus
There is a new kind of element near
And that is why you see most of

The eternal mix that everything wakes
And here we have the final slot
Of a justice sent to my remakes
And taking circles in the dot

Where I can see a small point lead
And the best comes into shape
The practice of a known need
That came to display the tape

That the movie is stored upon
Never footage will be gone

Pop Sonnet #6144

I am not sure how it became a lesson
But that is why I will miss the dead
And that is really because of a blessing
That cannot make the difference dread

The only thing I have to share
Makes it all seem breezy
Where the nectar flows out of the air
And that is why things easy

Will get among the church's wick
The answer to a level call
Will find out in the thick
And wondering what could be the ball

So out of line with everything at most
Can you change the way he roasts

Pop Sonnet #6145

Angel of mercy find me a presence
Of holiness on Earth in nature's glory
And went about the resonance
With a mighty story

And there are al kinds of uses for
The music that I will have for the show
And if you have it going to the core
There is a new kind of low

That you may have to run and check
Where things could have been simple
But somehow got blown out to heck
And ran the lap before the temple

Was allowed to shake in cavern walls
The catacombs has bidden all

Pop Sonnet #6146

Never had to choose the path alongside maple thrill
The focus of a newly longing pattern to the sky
And when you run the test of simple will
The filament belongs to sigh

The rest assured of sentiments treasures
And when we run to the back
There are very many pleasures
That form along the twisting rack

The worst thing that could happen here
Would be to get bucked off
And that is why the only leer
Was never happening to cough

The best thing I could do to remain
Is to live the life the same

Pop Sonnet #6147

Makes me think of times gone by
Or as the epochs shake
The mystery of where to dry
Is beyond the forest lake

That keeps appearing like a theater
The entertainment glows
There is a pain beneath the leader
That has to be among the shows

When you have tun the course of rhyme
And nothing seems to change that much
Where rhythm meter is a time
To celebrate the touch

And bring to me an operation so spread out and frail
Maybe once in awhile you could have the bail

Pop Sonnet #6148

Makes me think that I am standing
Among the window ledges
That were arriving in the handing
Of the flying hedges

Where I hung on to a top
And floated on the edge
There could be for me no stop
Even among the hedge

That shared for me the simple faith
Complicated again somehow
And when that is how you wraith
Among the clouds right now

And that is why it just seems like skipping
And upon this look so tripping

Pop Sonnet #6149

And to see ahead would bring the field
Upon a store so planned
And that is how the best has filled
With all they understand

And that is why I cannot leave
The door to the wild in press
Where the cold was about to grieve
And that gives me an address

To impress the sight that ran up ahead
And got so far back they lost
When you were here and not led
To the coast near the high cost

Which keeps me from leaving not that I would
Suppose everything became good