Pop Sonnet #3040

In the recess of admonition
That accomplishes dire straits
When fed by premonition
Then you can await the fates

That plague the simple reason blue
Fortify the walls so hard
The way she evened out for you
And went to the bard

To check on ownership rights
That became so very muddled
Into galactic cosmic nights
That dream is all befuddled

Because even if it is like it happened real
There is nothing about the dream to feel

Pop Sonnet #3041

And kept up in a racy barn
That added illustrations too
And stayed upon the giant yarn
The way the story spun is true

And I am not sure if it came to pass
Or if all is an illusion as well
Because there was a private caste
That never went to hell

Because they invented the place
And that is not quite all
They even had an old team race
The way to get them call

To be honored by the fates
And start to really concentrate

Pop Sonnet #3042

One by one the goal is creeping
Along the dominoes in the way
That topple over chain of sleeping
The separation makes the pay

That seemed to keep you feeling
Quite a bit more high
From everyone that is kneeling
I am in the path of sky

That held me under clouds so dense
Finding all that struck
When forth there was no one hence
The ways the wilds luck

Comes landing into frame so big
Hope you have another cig

Pop Sonnet #3043

And by the end that is a fifty
Causes me great pains
To squeeze out the ever thrifty
Sonnets about rain

That never cease to amaze me
Like the fallen dew
Upon the guardian plea
There are an even few

To ask for things never had
That have to be all yours
Until the spirit gets mad
We will crawl on all fours

That mystery of a surfer pledge
To get back open in the sledge

Pop Sonnet #3044

By the half I'm all worn down
Wondering if I can make it now
And fear of the monstrous town
That sorrow came back to plow

Across a vision of a mass
That never fronted silver coins
And parted ways with frozen grass
That can only send to purloin

That treaded simple veil will isolate
Cosmonauts in the guild
That came back into state
Nothing has been filled

To be as long as you will take
Could certainly seem to make

Pop Sonnet #3045

Sermons reserved for the play
That will fill you right out
To take a chance and make me stay
Next time you feel the doubt

And I am feeling beyond fine
But I reconcile sticks
To be out of a certain line
That never has the picks

To feature proper damnable stock
That features only profit loss
To be well upon the clock
The way it appears like a cross

That features the wall to my left
Keeping me from total theft

Pop Sonnet #3046

Only curses dissipate freely
That come and go so often still
The name of writer will see
Take another pill

The earlier you feel this way
I think you are better off
Because the minutes blur away
And makes me always cough

To smoke this concoction in the morn
And put it in the pipe before
There is nothing here to scorn
Except the fated war

That you have had to deal with
Along the journeys of myth

Pop Sonnet #3047

Those films we made will be remembered
Jealous on the taking
And if only there are timbered
Voicing the making

That you applaud gracious bow
And company arises
To be along the next time how
To feel the feeling prizes

And take a box of letters home
Into the saddle gone
To be all that is a poem
And wonder what is on

The way the melt comes dripping down
And celebrates the other brown

Pop Sonnet #3048

Even though this is the next
Of a real long line
Got to type it down the text
And send it through the vine

Where you can take a further ploy
And energize the hand
That takes into account ever joy
Running around the band

Then you end up second place
Juicing up the tobacco
When you come against your face
And feeling rather photo

Worthy at the moment to please
Come back in on your knees

Pop Sonnet #3049

And this concludes a daily chore
To give you a reason to read
All the works that you are for
Or for you I should have said

And simply keep the whole damn song
Locked up in your brain
That will only serve to prolong
That dangerous acid rain

To be at the bottom of the pit
Only to dig more tomorrow
But for now you can call quit
On the joys of words that borrow

Philosophies and ideologies all across the map
Maybe one of these days I will give a rap