Pop Sonnet #7860

And really where I go keeps playing
In my heart not in my head where are they now
Which leaves me here right beside you staying
Whatever anyone can allow

And purposeful was taken in stride so gone
The impetus of miles that approach
Take for me the airwave that song
Was going like a flying air coach

And trip the clouds far reach in decision
Everywhere I look to the run
And to make a proper religion
Seem to be the way to the sun

Which really has been gone most of the year
I would really welcome good weather here

Pop Sonnet #7861

So if you want to share sequence
With the property value in the wait
There is a sudden type frequents
Going on before it gets to late

And in the work of the elders
Wish I had a sport to rely
On the many delved into welders
That could have fixed your all seeing eye

That is the way we look at more
When thinking there is no end
And level off the playing floor
The mercy seeks to rend

Which is why I am open to the grace
Keep me looking to the face

Pop Sonnet #7862

And in the charge I release types
The Winter in the day will set back
The only other courage of ripe
Was meant to be the other slack

And in the portion of the cake
That was saved to heal the heart
Was about as always just as baked
As I was before the start

That had been around for days on mild
And everywhere to turn in case of jumping
Was here to be the perfect child
And take back from me the stumping

Which never made me guess the role
I want to get beyond the goal

Pop Sonnet #7863

And if the earliness still charges you here
Once in awhile the refreshments settle
Which was an opening to gear
The perfect day of metal

And when you look at my rank
I wonder where it went online
Because I have never thought to thank
The many that were fine

Of talented folks that I loved to work with
And will hopefully one day again
Unless she separated the myth
And forced your way to lend

Which really cannot be the same
The time I called upon your name

Pop Sonnet #7864

Which really if I flow throughout
And purposely demand the call
Which is selfish all about
The way I avoid the stall

And really I look out for you
But trapped inside my head
There to piece together anew
Once in awhile said

That if the gaining was the veil
And opening the storage
Was to keep us going well
And turn toward the forage

Which keeps the animals in the line
Right before the working kind

Pop Sonnet #7865

So if I look at the scope so related
Where the position in business beside
And could take the wave of mated
And find out what can abide

Unless you were positioned to rail
The courage in the dress
Was a position knowing well
What is happening in the press

There are challenges around the work
That seemed so easy but takes momentum
Finding out some other clerk
Was set there to divide them

And everywhere around the scope
There I can see a bit of hope

Pop Sonnet #7866

Why would anyone want to know
Where goodness stands immortal
And to level me the blow
That takes you and I to the portal

Where someone seemed to relate the stop
And overreach the sand
Was all the mercy that will top
The motion very grand

And if you see where I could gain back words
That come to me in dreams
There I knew the other blurred
The light was all that seems

And everywhere you go to pass
I would look into the mass

Pop Sonnet #7867

It is like a game that I must play
Set myself up for the tale
And to get them back today
The seat will always dwell

Into the vision for the test
That keeps us going free
There you settled for the best
And nothing in the tree

The rain is nice I think I may
Play the surreal candid report
To a the child’s play
And keep a motion that will sort

Because I know my brain will go
Anywhere that can be shown

Pop Sonnet #7868

And I am looking at the turn
Which mellowed out at last
The corner where we all can learn
About the feeling cast

Into the question that will find
The only guest before
The day that gives me what the lined
Are turning to the floor

And if you want to continue here
There are a few rules to follow
Which I will do this all year
And many more tomorrows

There you see the Western gate
The sympathy that came too late

Pop Sonnet #7869

So let us stop and rest at some point solid
The memory lights up in my eyes
Which keeps me in the mix of hallowed
Purpose to be suddenly realized

And to avoid the real state back
There is a position I could align for
There is a motion in the fact
Which pushes me into more

Where I could be before the sting
That plays on me when I need
There is someone here to bring
My own role of the deed

So all I can do is apologize every time I think
It is hard enough to shut it out whenever I blink