Thursday, January 21, 2016

Pop Sonnet #6870

Really in reliance to protrude the stick
Where left out was pondering all
The mission to be all sick
Was dispensing more than Fall

That was proper in the heat
Where left beside the fruition grants
When off but about the wheat
There was an attack of glance

Which for me is certified that soul
Never potent for the angle switch
And beyond the holy toll
Which could have led to ditch

And you may look into my heart
For the openings to part

Pop Sonnet #6871

And when I go to alter views
The liberty of the mind
Never making up the crews
And pattern in the lined

And that for me is all we rank
Before the slip of hope complete
There is a newer ideal blank
And set apart from the former seat

Which is why I had to keep moving
All the way to the next few hundred
And went with nothing so proving
That if you had not blundered

You could be in paradise with short glances
And I am lost in the trances

Pop Sonnet #6872

Knowing what can flow together in space
Where the most I had occur
Was the present state of lace
Which it always was so blurred

That I cannot edge back beneath the stolen
Where courage arrests the fret
There inside the next performed holding
There is still another bet

Where you know that coming back
Was handled by the mighty
Knowing you have to relax
Before the apparent flighty

Were to press upon the open door
What if you had wanted more

Pop Sonnet #6873

And that will get me on the board
Which I was already asleep
In the vein of proper stored
The reckoning will leap

To a prism before the jar
That was collecting dust on a table
There you see the prices at the bar
And wish you had the fable

And that is why I could not mix
With property so edged in wounds
There we see the simple tricks
Which could offer me the grounds

To get to publish before I had
There we see the proper sad

Pop Sonnet #6874

So if you would drink your tea
I would laugh at the game
And when you come back for me
The feeling is the same

That I would not leave you in the back
And fortune for my under witch
The property that returns to black
Will fall into the rich

That was keeping me right at the page
The mystery unveils the light
Which was to look a certain age
Unless you feel alright

That is what I need to know
Before you all get up and go

Pop Sonnet #6875

It seems so many milestones ago
The first time I ever got up to write
There the animals will know
What you must invite

To the weather so freakish play
Where the sun does not reach
And if you were going the way
To the northern beach

That was so made in present love
The occurrence was so made
And when there shine from the glove
The opening was paid

And I normally fast that day for good
There in the back was understood

Pop Sonnet #6876

And now I go to the loop in back
There in spread out bliss
There beyond the corner rack
Was where the journey kiss

Was prevalent in the open hole
Which for me wanted faith and hope
There you want to have the bowl
Loaded with all the way to cope

And that is why I show the press
What they need to know around
The circumstance in the address
Was not to be quite found

And that is why I push so far
Guide me in the final star

Pop Sonnet #6877

Seems as though I could impress
Before the circle repeats so holding
Was about to be the best
And courage was so folding

Before the concentrated game
That pressured me to foil
The mist that lands upon the same
Was here to reach the coil

And even if you start the drive
I was already right next to your mix
Which kept the most of us alive
Which needed me to lick

The goal of winning over the lady
Is so no one else can act so shady

Pop Sonnet #6878

But it seems that everyone lies
And no one knows what is going on
Glad I squeezed between her thighs
Which was the mission gone

That I was in a dire strait
Before I knew what hit me
Knowing that the cup is great
There beyond the plea

Where I must get to the hope before the wreck
And never tired in the operational
Which kicked me all to heck
When I became less functional

It appears that I am not quite as tired
Leave the levels near acquired

Pop Sonnet #6879

And now I get to the very last
At least for now unless the wheel
Comes siding up the blast
And never loses feel

And only you can certify
The idea that the length
Was here to know the damage why
Was there never strength

And this is one of the smaller ones
But it still cracked the average shot
Which could reconcile done
And be there when you forgot

And when you look at me so palmed
There could have been a girl to calm

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