Pop Sonnet #3950

This just goes on toward oblivion
When etching for made ensures
The retrospective under giving
The next type of still born recurs

Before my eyes I do beseech thee
And take a whole trip of the rouse
To be among all alabaster tree
There are those that allows

Any golden collision upon the villa
Got to be haunted all morning
And when you ask to go back in the freer
A burden understood in the horning

Of the attitude so vacant in the prideful tongue
Going to speak volumes about the super lung

Pop Sonnet #3951

The cover up horizon of a meditated vault
Recur in shepherd mix of cunning talk
And to bring your bacon to an abrupt halt
There are other ways in which they calk

The powder keg that erupts upon
A desert shrink wrap approach
Where all was into what is gone
The next time you save your roach

And shudders blanked in lead for pilgrim touch
The mixture of a haughty steadiness raise
The flame of the ultimate much
Was gone before you praise

The greatness of the maker that man that fell to Earth
And wondered what would make it all really worth the worth

Pop Sonnet #3952

That was a play on words or a trick
The picked up from the bottom
Finding out there was a delivered click
And wailed among when rotten

After a dilemma preach the morse
Of a snake that walks beside the garden
That time we flashed back to the course
And our hearts will harden

There is a sharpness to the knack
Of discovering real shore inside
The common plays all back
And talks about the bride

All the time when he is alone
Never would you have known

Pop Sonnet #3953

That is an innuendo deep
To fly around the dome
And go for where you reap
The courage of a home

That plays all around in loops
The pleasure that fondly awaits
Never a crane will droop
Catching up to the fates

That revolve around cluster error
The appearance in the way
Losing me the mirror
Before you said today

That was a pride in harmony you had to be awake
There is no better way to have it back in take

Pop Sonnet #3954

There is no other obscurity
Beyond the jealous time
Of a feeling for the maturity
That encourages the mime

While ciphering the flow of types
There are only uncertainties that explain
Why you could have the ramp of pipes
That last even in the rain

Where there are shudders deep in patterned
Down the rabbit hole we go
And after there are other lanterned
Obstacles to be the best to grow

That have a tendency to get together
I will be there only if there is good weather

Pop Sonnet #3955

There is no other ebb and flow
So associated with giddy burns
That take your brain along to go
With you into the ferns

That grow along the road
Nearer to the freeway on
The map where there is somewhat towed
The message into ponds

That catch a lot of fish
Those hidden secret paths
Up in the hillside dish
And gone into the wrath

That windy gets when stubborn profits
Make for any feeling cough hit

Pop Sonnet #3956

There is so much to do right now
Do not know if it will get done
There are others eternal bow
To the highest of the thrones

Where I lay my rewards down
To the maker at the top
Where eternity is always around
The wire in the crop

That ate through thicker fragile
And stole upon the wares
They had to be quite agile
To even know she cares

About the worthiness of this new entry into waves
There is another dozen that will all be saved

Pop Sonnet #3957

And with only the last to tick away
It is early albeit
And just to revive the sterile prey
That sorted out the writ

Of episodic conundrums that revolved around a bag
There were many efforts made to please
And the waking moments never lag
Unless there is trouble with your knees

That you bow before the altar
Of a spectacle in fashion
And in the end the positive star
Will sort out before hashing

Through the wastelands in a paradise evade
Create the only picture that you ever would have made

Pop Sonnet #3958

And that completes another round
Oh wait there is still more
I can see you are feeling profound
And I would guess before

That you could remain simple
And run me through a maze
There was always a temple
Beside the exit haze

And wallow in the skin deep flaw
There is no reason for her to be here
And if you still obey the law
Then everything goes back to the fear

That came back to me when I least expected
There were many towers erected

Pop Sonnet #3959

There is no way to express
What I have done here to keep
The only number that regresses
To the humidity that sleeps

Below a pattern of the dry
When waltzes never last
That is really even why
I return to you so fast

And ask for a deserved break
That I have found a tribe
When the next time I have mistakes
To use you in the bribe

That wanders into territory never could have been
The last few poems alluded to this end