Pop Sonnet #6770

There is a point in which the book is lost
The pages all flying through the wind
Where no one knows the number cost
And remaining all here as a friend

When you take from me the noble flank
Where riding comes in first
Then you take the magic rank
Which was never the burst

For me that is a mile above the wall
And when you come riding back
There you see the animation stall
And went into levels to stack

Which for me is where I could have changed
Unless you already think I am deranged

Pop Sonnet #6771

To live in excitement over the next
And when you see all the floating words
There above the world so hexed
Unless you knew what you heard

That is about where I draw the line
And talking about the new goal
There you could travel to a new sign
And push along with my lull

That was about to conquer noise
The quietness has settled
Which sharpens up the poise
And tosses through you nettled

That will be the sting in leg
Here we never know to beg

Pop Sonnet #6772

Toward a goal of difference paused
The lingering in debt so fly
To impress the only motioned clauses
And wonder why not buy

When you could own most everything
Just by printing responses wild
There we turn around the ring
And have another child

Which will solve the craft so perfect when
The ideal flow was surpassing signs
That were placed in front and in
Where there could be the kinds

That were about to tell me where to go
Unless somehow you might already know

Pop Sonnet #6773

If I had made it down the sink
There we push for the longest
But when you see the final drink
There we establish the strongest

And I am messed up right now to say
That you noticed that I have blown
There we establish the gray
And went along where flown

Because really if the children walk
There we have the night
Conquering the power talk
And went with legs in sight

She is so beautiful when she even slightly moves
There I have entered the grooves

Pop Sonnet #6774

And now I realize how far behind
The lackluster general was rich
That pressed into the kinder designed
That could have turned to witch

Never realizing what left me out
Considering I am in a new field
Was the push that made us doubt
And establish me to yield

The only day I can retread
There beyond the day
Which keeps me on everything said
And forces us to stay

But by now we probably want
Just to get a look out front

Pop Sonnet #6775

And I would rush to get to nine
There inside the box so felt
The courage that it took to sign
And losing what is dealt

There we see the steady rise
Of the ship so valiant press
Which never could turn the key
And when into the crest

There you see me take the form
And knowingly I have planned
To take anywhere I could get warm
Coming up on grand

That will let me shift into moods
There we display the left out foods

Pop Sonnet #6776

So close to that triple score
I would have told you so much
And then so much more
Which is where you can touch

In the water when you float
And the candy will not dissolve
There we open up the note
And stay inside the resolves

Which adds parameters so tall an order
That could have kept us prisoners here
But to return the sleeping border
Which keeps me in the gear

And when you hear familiar tunes
There are sinking dead spoons

Pop Sonnet #6777

Leaving it there to make no sense
And reveling in the new day
Which kept up the all important rinse
And kept us in the way

That could be where you turn to clip
And restore me to my fullest
Which to shoot right from the hip
The edge is now the dullest

And if you take me to the back
I was going to go for broke
The messed up year I caught the slack
Which never seemed to choke

On the magic that happened so fast
Never could be the one to blast

Pop Sonnet #6778

And I did not even mention that
My words approach the height
Of a newer made up stat
Which keeps us here so tight

And that is where I press back around
To the limit of the number so formulaic still
And went into a new park to sound
That impetus already fills

So if you want to dance with me
And steal a bizarre kiss
There we see the final plea
Which was where you could miss

The organization with the turning slab
There you take just one last stab

Pop Sonnet #6779

That I will get to where I want
Before the only portion was labeled
There to take the course in front
And die from what is fabled

There we see the lost lives rise
And come about in ecstasy
That you were already to surmise
That feeling of the next to see

That is where you have to go if you never found
Which for me is already planning to bake
And which has the deafening sound
The next time you get to take

Anything with you even a bit
There to stay where you fit