Pop Sonnet #3970

Without a short laced skirt
There would only be the sight
Of a female alert
Try you on this night

That we could be together
For service and for fun
And throughout the tether
You know you are the one

But without an exacting
Glance of reprobate
There could be a reacting
To the ideals of late

So I sing my songs for gain
Dread that I erase the train

Pop Sonnet #3971

And if supposedly they live
Through storms and hurricanes
There were those that always give
The new landslide of lanes

That carve into the ocean wall
And leave a second torn
With rates expected now to fall
And learning when to warn

The fellow in the glowing light
That sheds the only rift
While there are companies in sight
And you can make the lift

For all the things I meant to say
I hope I remember all one day

Pop Sonnet #3972

Without a fret of heated bank
The rival in the trust
There are fellow busted thanks
That glow along the rust

That give away the circumstantial
Pride that will grow large
And understand the consequential
Form that makes the charge

When I have had to write for days
Because of last years breaks
There are steadier many ways
To complicate the takes

That you may have used better shots
And disconnecting at the dots

Pop Sonnet #3973

For a thankful surface shed
The manifold episodic thrust
Where there are points to be instead
The complicated bust

Where I have doubted further scenes
To dredge up the frustration
For all that is in my machines
And rides into the station

Where good versus evil dance to the tune
Of when we play the song
There was a sparkle on the rune
That led into the wrong

Idea that we were together many nights before
All I can ask for now is that you give up the dull roar

Pop Sonnet #3974

And without a basket of tricks to plant
There would have been the beggar
To come through and then to chant
The moment that you are severed

By the choice to become matriarchal
In the rhyme of human destiny
There are those things so hierarchal
That you return the plea

Where I could just have talked for days
About the style cross
Of where the only separate may
Return because of frost

In the Summer that approaches quickly in the land
There are just a few rules that I cannot understand

Pop Sonnet #3975

And about this time before the slate
That reaches to conclusions
The motion that will have to wait
Upon these new illusions

And heavy face the maker sharp
A wit that can be matched
Unless there were a dozen tarps
That overwhelmed the latched

Term of uses and reformation of the turn
Where you may see an alliance
Changed into every feeling burned
There was a shorter appliance

That could have worked for all to save
A bit later I will be at the rave

Pop Sonnet #3976

There are those eternal lips
That spread for nature's way
The way to have a nearby trip
To accompany the ray

Of light that dances on your skin
And plays the ghostly rhythm
To understand what can get in
And separates the schism

For a purpose to be clean
And take up second chances
To be all the while in the dream
That through their heads were trances

That I have seen return the score
Hoping that you could be more

Pop Sonnet #3977

That double that was rarely mentioned
In awhile had to be
The only rack that concludes dimension
Inside the apathy

Of the phony isolated character of doom
That comes about when corruption stirs
And feeling as though there was a dented loom
Of being involved where the lines have blurred

That expectation of a roast
And filament that breaks
The simple making of a host
That in time you will fake

The way into the gate that opens for the rum
And I am only sitting here in the very numb

Pop Sonnet #3978

Or so I feel in harmful numbers
There are causes less than poetry pursuit
That still return the slumbers
That came about unless the loot

Was all that you were after
Coming back to hearken while
The collapsing of the rafter
Lead us out about another mile

To the river clean with rain
That will shorten poison
The bacteria is in the grain
Of dirt that stays to moisten

The approach that I will choose
Begins to look like something muse

Pop Sonnet #3979

That hit me hard like a tax of nerves
The auditor's recharging
To be all the ways to serve
That could have come in barging

But instead will gentle chastisement
There was a lesson to be learned
And after you take the firmament
There were less of us earned

By light and charged the fatal mix
Where I could see electric
Going to be the only fix
That feels very eccentric

Or so the Master of the page has given me the clue
There are other ways that I could fall in love with you