Pop Sonnet #2890

Different seasons of the rest
Will play out in this fair
When you have the feeling in your chest
The next time you go to catch air

When logic and reason fail the universe
Because the more than real occurred
And even if on another plane of the curse
When to get all stirred

By the way you knew each other
And you have made it far
Along with the greatest brother
This nation is perfect for the star

And when we travel the land as kids
They all must be covered with lids

Pop Sonnet #2891

Time to save already
Could have been a flinch
When steamboats become ready
You travel down a pinch

And kick the air so lightly
When filled with evidence
And you can wear a sightly
Main in perfect fence

That wraps around the yard
To cover up the crime
The way she blurred the guard
And went back to a time

Long ago before anyone knew
That I had made sweet love to you

Pop Sonnet #2892

So go on with the train
That never got derailed
In mountain passes rain
The way we talked about the impaled

By your absolute mind game
That scrambled all the plays
So you could have a spelling of the name
And set up so that she stays

But of all my long lost lovers
Which one will return
Because there are those covers
That always chafe and burn

When we pleasantly roll along
And break out into song

Pop Sonnet #2893

I hope this machine never dies
For what it is worth to me
To see what creature applies
Through the silver studded sea

That plays along with gigs of might
And quashes rumors old
With the magic in the light
That tricked you into being bold

When you were about to be crushed
For all the hellish sins
You committed when helping touched
The old way they do the lens

With a laser and a chip
Just make sure you do not slip

Pop Sonnet #2894

If I get to the end before she dies
I will be a happier man
And I don't believe in lies
But it was worth the plan

Because I think there is a truth
Behind the undertaker's fluid
That shines through the uncouth
The way she was like a druid

And flourished formula that constructs
For a purpose gone
That makes you into famous ducts
The ones exploding in the fawn

Was pulling you back in before hitting
The weather is outwitting

Pop Sonnet #2895

That runs from stray bullets
In the fray of the hunt
The way you had the gullet
To chug a beer like want

To cry for derisions in the luck
That wailed into a windy whistle
Beneath the golden truck
The way you drove passed a missile

And raced it to the badlands
Where things began to drag
Open like a furnished hand
That never seemed to lag

And if they finish second place
At least I remember your face

Pop Sonnet #2896

What you don't know about happened then
Is at least a bit different than remembered
So if you could tell us about where you've been
That you know of that is timbered

Into the embedded memory of the brain
And kicks on by the passing fear
To reroute all the seconds of grain
And learn to leap around the steer

That took you to an epic height
And delivered memories of a thought
The way she took back the right
Of words never caught

The ending of this golden voyage
Will take us back into the forage

Pop Sonnet #2897

So long or short you still achieve destination
When it kicks back the words so believed
That when you scandalized the girls of the nation
There was quite a knew type of weaved

Formula for secrets that could never show
Anyway it is just for you to know
Before they deliver that final blow
And course will adjust to the grow

Of a legal system makes
For a purposed life
And when she always takes
Good thing they weren't your wife

Because this whole spin is just as made
As anyone that knows that played

Pop Sonnet #2898

Some say not to use certain words
But I know far better than to
Let go of the cowboy herds
That bustle to get them through

A passage way before us sits
And travel on the way to keep
Which way will go to our wits
That we lose when she sleeps

That feeling you should have been there
To curtail any further disaster
But when they follow you so rare
That favorite scene of Cremaster

Truly the five scrambled parts
Are at the top of all the arts

Pop Sonnet #2899

This is the way to hit a hundred more
And achieve a year long goal
When the compact disc is for
A world that becomes whole

Beneath the weight of many pages
That record setting number
The thousand of the mages
That gather near the lumber

Of the trees that grows a fire talks
In the shadows of the mix
That likens before she walks
Back to pick her licks

And when you were the one they wanted
You knew it was a good thing you fronted