Pop Sonnet #6910

I already gave to the association fast
The way the past comes to bear
Which holds on to things that I had to cast
Into the Winter cold air

And that is why I have to guess
About progress in the match
Where someone drew unless
And was about to patch

Into the system beautifully reborn
And into the soul was the launch
Which shoveled into dreams that were worn
And no one knew for the haunch

That if you write faster you will miss the last cue
Wondering what there is left inside you

Pop Sonnet #6911

It seems so hard sometimes to collect
And when you have not the ransom you share
You were about to send to the respect
And taking time just to flare

With the responses so bold
And the profligate corner released
And was about to look sold
Into the newer ceased

Where I was about to write a dozen thoughts
And words kept following me around
Which thinking will wind up in each of the spots
Whatever could have been found

And each of us will take the draw string forward
Once in awhile I fly all the way toward

Pop Sonnet #6912

And now I am into the song that comes out
Which really for me is all that used
There is a mile of knowledge about
The currency that was reused

There you see the outpour
The design in the crest
There were so many at war
Stop you up for the best

Treatise to rely on success forever
There was a maker so fortune tuned
That was about to get the lever
Going so that the next left spooned

And there is nothing better than a dream come true
Was about to settle down before the motion through

Pop Sonnet #6913

What you try to do here is a long shot
And even with a head start
There are missions so lazy forgot
That once in awhile there is an art

Which for me was all sequence length
The next time you repeat the images
Where you would go to hide the strength
And wind up with the scrimmages

There was a potion involving fresh
There you have to repeat the course
Which was about to keep the guest
And go along with force

There is something so assuring
When the words just keep enduring

Pop Sonnet #6914

And never play to the keel stop
Where I have made the choice
Was to be a longer drop
Than anywhere your voice

What was about to turn to stain
Was inside the mercy for adjusting
Never look around the main
For energies combusting

That is why I knew to go
Before the next turn of the clock
Where the timing was all slow
And rejoice in emptiness rock

The miller he will carve the seat
That was delivered for craving
There is a potion so thick when fleet
Was positioned at the line behaving

And I was already stopping to go
There you see the ideal flow

Pop Sonnet #6915

It seems like it gets so hard to push on
The momentum is slowing to stand
And when you look by the ending gone
Was here already to give a hand

To the cause for whatever seems worth
There you look into the position
Where knowledge of the Earth
Was already the best in decision

There we see the page get full
And cut that damn thing in half
There you make me get old
And begin your series of laugh

There is a weight that is common to floor
The way you look into the wanting of the score

Pop Sonnet #6916

And it has been a long time coming
It will be a longer time even still
Was already gone drumming
There you have the oyster fill

There inside the day so great
The wave of laughing back
There you can reiterate
Whatever roads are going black

There is a poster for the left
There you see the remains
Whatever is under heft
There you ride the reigns

There because you had the look
Before you open up the book

Pop Sonnet #6917

And I will get to another smaller goal
Before I ever reach the end
There you see the master coal
That was the way we blend

And even if you stop a few times
I am headed toward the bliss
Was involved a dozen lines
That kept me going to insist

And now you see that I am blank
There is a pointed cane
Which was to belong in the tank
And memories remain

Which was about to look into your heart to find the gold
Wonder what I will be like when I am very old

Pop Sonnet #6918

Pass along the search light dim
There you see a final switch
There was a position stem
And knowing where you itch

Was all that I required of
The lesson would have been repeated
There somewhere a bit above
That was all the while seated

And here you play the maestro strike
The captain in the well
Was to look upon the psyche
And plan for you to tell

That everyone still knows your name
Wonder if life is the same

Pop Sonnet #6919

What would you do if you could belong
What would I make out of pain
There is a knowledge so strong
There you know the dice flame

Was about to get into the post
Because now it took a mage
To lighten up the holy ghost
And turn another page

Toward the lightning that will spark
And question the portent for suspect
That was all left into the park
Where fields and levels dissect

And you could have gotten away from the pack
Only to realize they were not back