Pop Sonnet #3620

If I were faring for the rights
That came about when stood
Among the grassy tights
The reckoning makes good

For all the problems arising here
I would have a better time
If there was a moment dear
I would pause the crime

And somehow find a way to go
To get a new direction find
And then to turn around the flow
And take time to rewind

There is a chance I used too much
Of many words that form a crutch

Pop Sonnet #3621

My fuming heart waves full of sand
That drifts toward confusion
Beneath the tailing heart the land
Will cruise into illusion

That sets forth mirrors in the house
Some broken some brand new
And idles blindly into a souse
That drinking was for you

And if she sits here next to me
I will go quicker too
But I encourage all to see
What is written to be true

But what relativity takes the cut
Behind the door is always shut

Pop Sonnet #3622

Dust floating around looks like smoke
Cannot tell the difference sometimes
And if there are those that choke
Upon the feeling of the rhymes

Several surprises in the sun
That beams in through the window
And then you go for anyone
That team was making bend low

The curtain rod was above the signs
That somehow stenciled in
Was left an object in the mines
To dodge and wander tin

The absurdity of it all was written
And was taking courage out of the smitten

Pop Sonnet #3623

Black as night the candle gleams
Upon a table softly
I would see another team
Start the work in awfully

Good times for the reverse trip
Can I take a form of clay
That makes another time to trip
All along the working day

And everything will fall apart
To last for freedom hurting
That time we played with the dart
And left the trailer spurting

Oil and gas came from the truck
Is not that just my luck

Pop Sonnet #3624

Knowing where the flow was trapped
Upon the rigid warning
There was no one could have lapped
The ultimate conforming

To the ship that watched the black
Type shade in different colors stead
The next time I will see you act
That way no one has read

The goal for me sets the bar high
But I know I will get there
To be among the land of pi
And in company will stare

To go upon a holding grand
And fall into the real quicksand

Pop Sonnet #3625

The way it felt a little flat
Like soda left out to stand
And disappearing cats
Will head or will they hand

And there is time to sort this out
But I have just a trick
Where there are more to get the bout
Going into the wick

That kept performing until dawn
And I would have to stop
Because I don't need you along
Unless there was a drop

And then I hold onto your coat
After all you have to quote

Pop Sonnet #3626

Driven to the cul de sac
And dropped into the motors
Where there is someone coming back
And carrying the floaters

In the cup of evolution's proof
Mold is everywhere
Growing around the little tooth
Of your old empty stare

That vague point of a miser lives
To steal what cannot be gained
And bleed dry all the full on hives
Of bees to feel the caned

And after this I will take a second to breathe
Unless I hear the object seethe

Pop Sonnet #3627

As I sit and watch the letters
Bang across this old keyboard
I will ask you for the betters
Of a plan to steal the hoard

That was set up to bring us down
And falling into consciousness will
Excavate the feeling in a gown
That you have hid your pills

And now I take a form of white
Flying across the sky
There were times that you were light
With words that gave a try

To fit the occasion for a bit
I just want to take a hit

Pop Sonnet #3628

And now the stream goes fancy all
Into the guarded staircase
And then you head the only wall
That stopped right at the base

Of the climb or like I said
You could always descend
There are many ways to go instead
Of wanting just to blend

And then I take a chance on you
Because you are at risk
The moment I feel very blue
I will hand you my old disk

And like to write both things gray
I think I should stay away

Pop Sonnet #3629

Which really means I am going in
To keep the spelling different every time
And knowing just exactly when
I wonder for the slime

Has sold a book or two and glad
That he is in my life already
Because the school days we have had
Kept us writing steady

And now I make a fortune hunt
To look for all the channels
And they would opposite the front
To ride into the panels

And ask for just a simple stop
That is enough to get to the top