Pop Sonnet #3530

Length of middle could be a drum
When settling into the mode
Of a low operational hum
That happened to explode

From here to there without a warning
I would able body seat through
Again it is early in the morning
When I am getting the crew

Up and at it start the day right
With poetry and figures of speech
And the past years are alight
With anything that passes reach

And returns to the patch of greener grass
There is something going to last

Pop Sonnet #3531

So now I ask for a shift of ideas
And right into a mess of skirts
Where there are plenty of the riders
That left us up into the hurts

The ones that came about so thick
And accompany private lines
Wonder if there was a pick
For the undermines

That you have shared so recently
And passed off as your own
There were trends of fleecing glee
The company plays with bones

And tears into them with sharpest teeth upset
Ask only again if it is time yet

Pop Sonnet #3532

To unleash equipment for the building
And farther than the reach of gain
There is a sword you should be wielding
No matter how wooden the stain

And this thing still tromps all who share
The dizzy conclusion of remorse
That came back into always dare
And left it up to the horse

That fix so heavy into trains
And now you have a spike
Of the tearing injection pains
And I know what that is like

Because I have medicine in my skin
That will only be partly in

Pop Sonnet #3533

Never asked me what it was for
Thought I would have to gain
A lock for presence in the core
Where I have paved the drain

And bought back the rights to the work
Could have been enough
Unless there is a perfect quirk
That settles for the stuff

That I have promised the end of time
And asked for salvation most
When there is just a tiny dime
I would have to see them post

A sonnet that is not a sonnet but pops
And try to make it last for stops

Pop Sonnet #3534

So ill defined the universal laws
That make or break the team
And accompany pride to the claws
Of life that reach the dream

Where I could have stayed for awhile
There is probably a tobacco shield
That argued all was single file
And captured the whole field

And now there is a new plane rife
Of simple lack for theatrical ploy
And coming in to take a life
That death is sometimes coy

With the resurrection dame hard
Play with me all of the starred

Pop Sonnet #3535

Double up just like above
And you will be remembered
For the ones you know to love
And sadly was all timbered

Below the ground there are mysteries
That only this hole could see through
Where the fall never ends and down the series
Of a mighty tone of all of you

That will be picked up and turned around
Unless you fear the waking time
In the morning but I drowned
For the coming of the slime

That canonizes in a way
The accidents we make today

Pop Sonnet #3536

So flirt and court with utter delight
And take a moment to thank
Everyone that never saw through flight
And ride me in a flank

That was not always to expect
The words to be the same
But for now what connects
Is going back to the frame

Of mind that conscious expands
And I will make a stop
To be all that she demands
When only wanting the top

Of the shelf to come to pass
There are guardians of glass

Pop Sonnet #3537

Getting there but shorter wants
Are pouring down the falls
That reprimand the delicate stunts
And wearing abysmal dolls

On a suit full of golden reach
In the superb trip to town
And you will know it is time to preach
Just wear it with a noun

That as random as today has been
Searches for the word sounds
And you have to know you really win
Before the lost pounds

Drift across the ethereal planes
What more can I get from gains

Pop Sonnet #3538

So it started with a small amount
And grew a bit to size
But with the steady body count
There is a known rise

In the making of a book
That now is free online
And anyone can have a look
No matter what they find

If it looks like a messy wreck
No one will approve
To send it backwards into a speck
Of what cannot be moved

And you encourage all the trip
Could have bitten your sensitive lip

Pop Sonnet #3539

In a week I will be far
But I take where I end up
Unless there are ravages of the star
Left inside the cup

That you will drink so abundant
Amidst the stake of land
That this all seems redundant
And in a moment I will hand

A microphone to you the leader
But I have a camera to watch
And we will film the church theater
For rising up a notch

When my head was so in the spirit press
You can clean up this hot mess