Friday, November 20, 2015

Pop Sonnet #6220

In the making of an heir
The principle distraction of what is hidden
Will be a mistake I could wear
And keep us all so ridden

With the galaxy at my fingertips
And an inch away from the ships
The floatation all in space grips
And when you take my hand rips

And when you discover the plane
There is a progress so faulty
When you kept up in the lane
And was already so halting

Before I taste the pleasure take
There are many here to make

Pop Sonnet #6221

It just seems like the resistance is strong
The problem with pushing onward
And when you realize the long
Wait can be all you need forward

And when you push into a flow
The next time I will dig straight through
And when the compass is just so
That kept me looking new

And yes I care about the chief remnant
The idol thrust into the sand
And when there is a figment
Of whatever you can stand

And materialize for me in the rest
Where we have driven to the best

Pop Sonnet #6222

I have just had another kind of high
The one where you need all the smoke
To enter and exit leaving the pie
And went along with everything broke

So if you make for me the stand
And firmly press upon the coil
When she takes someone else's hand
That bad boy that will foil

And I can never refine guidance
Unless the place was slipped
Into the garden with the chance
Never mind what skipped

Because we operate in three
The sonnets are so good for me

Pop Sonnet #6223

The counter flashes the next laugh
When I see the maze ahead
And wonder if my staff
Was winding up so dead

You can have a jealous day
Or just ignore your voice
Unless the genius is to weigh
The proper sound of moist

The very position I had gained
It seems I gave away
And when you have mercy waned
The opening of the tray

And that means there is time to chill
Unless we get beyond the hill

Pop Sonnet #6224

I am not so sure that she will plan
To kick into the downed soul parts
The certainty you take for grand
And lead us to your arts

Maybe it would be good to have another round
Before my chances disappear
Into the road to crown
The further we have here

And I am already feeling something else
Come to me when we check
The best thing to do in self
Is to work out the bad wreck

And holding guilt against yourself could go either way
So I kneel before you to lie down and pray

Pop Sonnet #6225

I see that you can do it all
So plainly in the west
The new time I will get to fall
Is the feeling best

When I am all alone with her
The wakening is such beauty
And when you take on the blur
You knew we could have booty

In the amount of change I lost
We had to count the clerks
And you know the animal cost
Which really was a jerk

That settled with me like the drain
The one that makes you see the ghost train

Pop Sonnet #6226

And that just means we run around
To travel into mercy walk
The ultimate in days of sound
Will be us when we block

And never had it hurt so present
The whim of design being born
The key to being pleasant
Is the company we warn

And I cannot wait to leave
To go across town and hang
With the ones that have to believe
In anything that bangs

When you complete the window of a perfect horn
The earlier I rise the easier the morn

Pop Sonnet #6227

And that is like a jingle
From a Hollywood Musical Review
Which if my face will tingle
Everyone sees through

The glass in the window there
That I have tried to open
But when you maintain a steady stare
To be the hopeful hoping

And run into a tiny snag
Which really for me was all
That I could have had you going to bag
The comfort of the wall

There are ways to approach the one
Unless she bounces back to done

Pop Sonnet #6228

I had clearly settled soft
The kiss that will wait a year
Unless you knew about the loft
That kept her coming here

And I need to make love again so bad
That I take the pressure
And when you were smiling glad
Lest there was a dresser

That could have been what was meant to be
If I am without juice
The way I repress all the glee
Because I am avoiding the noose

That tightens when I cannot gain
The way I feel so far from pain

Pop Sonnet #6229

Hope will remain buried deep
The cast of the jealous recent
When you position the new sleep
Was at least a bit more decent

And if I turned my back again
I would press forward rank
And every now and then
The ship was the one that sank

And as the point was curved
The best thing I have is you
The only way to take the nerved
Is rejoicing alongside what grew

The plan I have to get back down
With the music that came from the renown


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