Pop Sonnet #7160

With a drive that settles at least to whip
The currency in program both sides
Was here to steer the fated ship
Upon what grows to ride

Along with the Lord and you will see a face
Of an eternal being so lent
To the property of mankind and in place
The mercy always spent

That will mix you with a curve
And sling you to the post
Would you already deserve
And look around at most

Which takes a form of settling
In waves when pain is nettling

Pop Sonnet #7161

Everlasting in the only time to stretch
Which made me feel so fresh
And asked me about the wretch
That lives within my flesh

And that is why I serve God alone
The invincible lead that takes tokens
Which could lead me to my phone
If lost and somehow never broken

There is a level curious in the shell to grass
The way we take a courage plane
When you had wound up here fast
And was already looking sane

When you crawled upon the wave
There is fortune you could save

Pop Sonnet #7162

So if you could not argue fame
There is a position so large
There you see the ideal name
And keep the effort charged

Which was why I settled down again
And looked into a fantasy mirror
Where things were here to win
And everywhere the look gets clearer

With a glance at freedom to repeat
The mercy stratus that looms to watch
The next time you feel the seat
Was to be along with that old notch

That kept me going along the post
And left me feeling here like a coast

Pop Sonnet #7163

When I look into your eyes
And I see what I always wanted
There is someone giving cries
And here the position hunted

The sporadic fill of a change so bold
Was already involved in a spike
Was the program that kept me old
What I had inside the like

That kept me going along the wasteland
The moment that I found an oasis
Which was here to be taste and
Kept us in the chassis

That was used for the motor car
Travel with me to the star

Pop Sonnet #7164

If you continue to pledge the word to find
Was desperate in the reed
That kept you all designed
And was about to bleed

There is a point that turns
Which leads you into a force
That keeps me in the learns
The running of the course

Never return to grace if that is not your choice
But when the free offer of the rest
Is going to speak with a low voice
And learning all the very best

Which was to point in hopeful slang
The company that kept my fang

Pop Sonnet #7165

And now I get the rest were found
But deliverance had a new connotation
Which was allowed to be unbound
By the time we had libations

And disappearing acts were never my strong suit
When the future lies right among
And corner in the only flute
That was so very stung

And everywhere I go to read
The nature in the boldness lives
Which was causing me to bleed
And fastened up with hives

There could be a progressive plateau
At least in a while that would flow

Pop Sonnet #7166

So if I get the frame to match
The cursor in the weary spell
Which gives to you the catch
And kept me going to tell

Which worries me the dream theater was closed
And no one could see the film of time
That kept replaying every show
And was about the turn of a sign

That was as well as I could glance
And force me into the walkway forever
There I wait for my last chance
And belong to anyone clever

There I can read the most of the plant
Was going to be part of a rant

Pop Sonnet #7167

And tomorrow that is another step
I have enough to worry today
Another witch will take the rep
And float around the play

Which for me was a rush of art
That kept me looking for rails
And was the only type of part
That kept me in the nails

Below the feeling of a rest stop ahead
When we travel to the last
Which was all that came to spread
And open the road fast

That I must travel to gain access
There is a voice in the wilderness

Pop Sonnet #7168

It does not bother the new routine
Which sharpens my skill and reads
The very prism of the new machine
Was all that you know will bleed

And when I get to the next admiration
There is a point of conjecture to add
To the film of where the gyration
Was here to be the fad

That kept me in check for all the ways
That had delivered to me gold
Take a moment to check your craze
To look upon the river as old

And that creates an ecosystem otherwise lost
What you could do is return the frost

Pop Sonnet #7169

What is worse than a pendulum swing
There is a normal reaction to sing
There beneath the golden sling
And that break of pattern will sting

Unless it is covering the bases of the giant
That sleeps below this word blanket
That could be all that came pliant
The doorway that could rank it

When you get to the number of a position
That if you tried to get to the place
Which was waiting here to listen
Look me in the face

And tell me one more time why we have tools
Running back and forward like spools