Pop Sonnet #6970

When the will returns to ship
We will see the disciples rise
To be here with a grip
Of understanding of the prize

In the endurance race we have split
And here in another thousand
There will be the courage hit
Which left me feeling drowsy

And that is about as close as I could get
But really I guess even forces need work
Where you seemed to want to let
The isolation in the jerk

That was to lift about as far
As anyone you knew that was a star

Pop Sonnet #6971

This will get me to the end of time
The reference in my midst
The very proper dime
That was headed to the wrist

For what you make of the smoking screen
There in times left to challenge hard
Which would be the way we all have seen
And was about to turn a card

Which really demonstrates the plus
Where all things must be golden
Was the information on the bus
And left you right there holding

Which for me was enough to write again
The drawing levels with a sin

Pop Sonnet #6972

That is where I gained your trust
And left all empires to awake
There we sift through the red dust
And know the rest was left to take

And I could jump for joy in mist
There we see the illustrated plant
There when all things take the kissed
And going down into the rant

Where knowing that you could rework
The division in the cymbal
Where someone held the clerk
And was risking all things nimble

And that will make you see the frame
There is no one in the game

Pop Sonnet #6973

And where you press to relieve the suite
There are memories abounding
Which kept me hanging with the fleet
And was an object grounding

The clearing of the shine in loops
Was to press on portal nearly
Was to be among what swoops
And keep us all sincerely

Which was about the time I gained
The prince is prices priced
The time I was there to remain
And was about as nice

Each time you were to take the hold
I would prophecy in bold

Pop Sonnet #6974

That is about what I have pushed
Along with creative refashioned
Was about to become as rushed
As an idea in the rationed

Where I was wondering about loss
And why the creator paused
When fixing the ideal in the cross
There were those that caused

The entire time I saw the work
There was a shake to boot
That simplified the over clerk
And left me with the loot

The motherlode is what I found
Could you see me underground

Pop Sonnet #6975

I will push you to the brink
Where deadlines never fail to glint
With what is roped up and to blink
Was the reflection of the flint

And you may take from me the psyche
That kept me getting strong
And was about as much to like
As what could not go wrong

In the perfect timing of the crew
The over rested likened to be
There beneath the only new
Day when you get me

And that is why I want to leave
With the day inside my sleeve

Pop Sonnet #6976

And as the pages breeze on by
There you typed a hundred
In one day lifting all to see
There in days so thundered

And that was why I had to ask
Because you knew the way
And when there was only a mask
And that will give it away

Risk going back to check the plant
When counter effects are clearing
There was a fear in the scant
Supply which was gearing

To go for a mode that is obsolete
There we see the idea repeat

Pop Sonnet #6977

Which leads me to believe that most have dared
The loop into a mustard filling
That was about to be as fared
Which was all the escape willing

To be engraved on the stick
Which was the risk you take
When all was going quick
The next ideal will break

That kept me in position to construct
There behind the keyword switch
And that has left us in the bucked
The awful way back to the ditch

And if you want to belong in a batch
There is a way to light your next match

Pop Sonnet #6978

I want to plan ahead with you always
And that was about to gain my trust
Which kept the situation gray
And was about to bust

With anything I left for you
You could turn the table swift
There to be a gallon due
To be the proper lift

And I will take the symmetry to boast in open fields
Which can rest upon the idea of battle
And that is all that can have to reel
The question of how much is in the rabble

And I was going to belong
With anyone that had gone wrong

Pop Sonnet #6979

Maybe it will grow in anguish driven
There is a land to require so laughed
There was a philosophy to have given
And was about what was staffed

The crew in a dozen predicaments arriving
There in positions to land into
And was about always driving
There the courage spilled right through

And was spilling before all to see
In the crowd which rose again
And that will take her here to be
Where hardly anyone gets in

Divide me up to pass the line
There are ideals going to wind