Pop Sonnet #3960

For the old encouragement set down
All the rules that I play
In the fantastic gentle crown
A seamless entry to go my way

And now that is certain
Everyone seems to win
Go for the hurting
The prophecies in

A spoken calamity feels like it rests
And now whatever more is kept
Always involved with some of the tests
And though there were some that crept

Along sideways getting to the top
And I have a ways to go before the drop

Pop Sonnet #3961

And the infinite frame seeker
That camera when you dare
To go after the quaker
And tell him that you care

For all things musical are changed
To be a chord that differs
And ask for all the trained
To be the only stiffer

Drink that decision played a fool
Going to another research plot
That takes you into the pool
And returns once anyone forgot

That just to make it there would be a pleasure that would last
Anything around me reminds me of the past

Pop Sonnet #3962

There were charges deep and pressured on
The next way works
Saving up the barely gone
And throwing back to jerks

That came around when I was waiting
For a chance to leap
And pressures all the ideas mating
Between layers of the jeep

To dread for days that hour spent
Brooding over plans
That you could have been after sent
For next up when you can

And I will stall before you make this trip
Going nowhere fast and pause to equip

Pop Sonnet #3963

So save a dance for this positive learning
In the darkness of the bust
That kept the stogy burning
And offered some more trust

That courage in horizon laid
The fortune of the crime
When there are times we all got paid
For nothing works this time

And in the trust awakens charms
That dance on the lake
Whatever the folded arms
Would now reach out to take

The ship is setting out the course
And I am feeling a bit worse

Pop Sonnet #3964

The first half of my daily guild
Of practices instead
Of any way you could have filled
The letters turning red

That you know was not to expect
A mite to turn us loose
Beyond the rowdy separate sect
There was a prop to choose

And then I take fire stick in hand
To choose a broader stroke
And if they still understand
Why I have been broke

And now I cruise into the shop
Fortunately I will never drop

Pop Sonnet #3965

Make a mark on history
The worried in the fallen
That had become a mystery
Deserved when they were calling

The next three lengths of shored pair long
That cruised beside my offering brain
The steady gaze of the whole throng
That came about in vain

There is a market to approach
With ideas out the rise
Where fortunate to save a roach
And use it for the prize

When next to me we were a farcical fabrication sketch
And I will be the one to turn upon the next frame etch

Pop Sonnet #3966

And I have not gone slower
For a while in this line
That stands and waits for growers
To always know the fine

For simple catches been out weighed
And forage in the clear
That you know had now been made
For what you keep in here

That steam lined straight edge
That I could always watch
For what has made entire wedges
Back into the botch

Of a shot that stemmed in later
Got to ride the starship crater

Pop Sonnet #3967

Next time I think I will be prepared
For any uphill battle
That I am losing scared
For what deserved the rattle

To slide around and empty scales
The wretched do return
For where there would have been unveiled
A pleasant way to earn

The right to take the spot
Among the paranoid
And you will lose your only shot
Before you get employed

By the case next to the bed
Where ever you go I will be led

Pop Sonnet #3968

So I dream up a cafe for lunch
And still sleeping it seems
There were the only numbers crunched
That came about last team

When we were making silver shores
That you would have loved most
There are the only isotope cores
That play along for the host

Of a presence in the dawn
That trust when preaching dies
That you could still wander on
And hope for alibis

That you made need when shit goes down
Unless your courage sticks around

Pop Sonnet #3969

And so we write the longest drop
In sliding down the pages
And what it is like to be on top
When nothing really ages

And mighty push for effort end
The stopper in a minute
To afford the next type blend
Of any type that is in it

For your curse has brightened up
And that charge seems to brighten
There is a search for the holy cup
And now I am getting frightened

To believe what was sent to me
Offers lowly without the sea