Pop Sonnet #3750

Half awake and still a bit under
So please believe the final place
Taking partials back to wonder
And caused a problem to your face

When there was nothing left to take
And I was hearing things as well
Go along and incite the fake
To turn away from jail

Unless there are worse tickets
Inside of a drain pipe
That you could blast the rickets
And keep up the steady type

Of a million things to say
Bet you there will be a way

Pop Sonnet #3751

As impossible as it seems
I will take a risk
And go for ancient streams
Of what is now the frisk

Of checking me for things untold
And unless you had a warmth fine
You would never lend the scold
To a nation with the kind

Of people you can trust
But everywhere you go
You may run into a bust
Because of all the snow

Up on the mountain top
Coming soon time to drop

Pop Sonnet #3752

This seems harder every day
To come up with new verses
Just so you can have the say
And breaking all the curses

Still somehow I have said before
The things I do say again
So if you could only roar
Above where they went in

And I am just enjoying time
Where fleece comes in to inspect
Unless you set out of a prime
Feeling like a retrospect

Would do you good as ever
You are acting quite clever

Pop Sonnet #3753

And it gets way worse when you go running back inside
There are many factions to release
Come back and describe to me the essence of your pride
And then we can all question deceased

Spirits of the once alive but now they float around
Because there is a density embedded
Into the threads of mystery that still can be found
That was the early days when I wedded

And if there are a hurtful bunch of strings that pass away
I could only look at how it stretches
And if there were any things that stood right in the way
They were all accused of being wretches

But to that I say we all need comfort sometimes all
Of us were waiting to grow into the brick wall

Pop Sonnet #3754

If there was an absurdity
And word count raged it higher
To lend be something early
And pass by the old liar

That bellows back into a course
And sheds into the gates
Where looking into remorse
Will steady your silver plate

Some words were meant for way back there
And as I head into the future
I would seize the easy chair
And risk having the suture

But she left me high and dry
What more to me could you imply

Pop Sonnet #3755

Now to wait for the blessing
In the sacred garden lamp
The hash that comes undressing
Hanging with the champ

The mystical horizon leaps
And into refreshing bold
The purgation that now weeps
For what is even cold

The handle of a cup that sat
Inside the cooler's bank
And left a satisfaction at
A definition of that tank

That kept on asking for what is good
Somehow I know that you would

Pop Sonnet #3756

Next time I get an idea
That will set me back for years
There is somewhat a rider
For chasing back the steers

That came into the slaughterhouse
All lined up in rows
Coming into the next douse
And feather dusting bows

Will shorten and then lengthen
Never knowing where to stop
And asking you to break them
To head over to the shop

And begone with dull care like the cartoon
And you will float away on the moon

Pop Sonnet #3757

There is a barren wasteland
That folds across the pages of days
And fairly second hand
Was the captured perfect rays

And as long as I go on
There will always be more to show
For what I have prepared is gone
And all that is left is to know

That I have raced a locomotive
And barely crossed the tracks
Before the only motive
Was to hunt for the fort sacks

And we will smoke a lot all day
But only because you were okay

Pop Sonnet #3758

So ride it hard whenever it comes
And the test will never end
To be into reaches that hum
When the bow string bends

Across the board to my delight
Taken with the insurance in your ride
To set up a table that was only used at night
And running to gain access denied

At a portal near a ship
Where flying creatures land
There was a new trained skip
And called to the old band

That you had made good friends with always
And bet your ass that this way stays

Pop Sonnet #3759

So I have to say for a routine
That was still really difficult
To come up with a rhyme scheme
And follow through the bolt

When the saving comes and out of order
Was the wave of bursting
That came all about the perfect sorter
That was already thirsting

But at least I can say
That taking so much time
Was the next achievement to play
For someone had a dime

To give to you to make a call
That will date me forever all