Pop Sonnet #3980

There is a magic place to land
Beyond the gated halls
That allows for many grand
Incarnations of the falls

That grants you an error
Every line or two
Beyond the situation carer
That brought us into you

That makes for elemental hash
And mixes for the circuit
There was a perfect dash
Right around where you work it

And make up functions for the plan
There are other things to understand

Pop Sonnet #3981

And now that I have erased the sect
Of pleading for your case
There was another type of elect
That managed far away lace

That you encourage except in days
When the hangover still lasts
There are a few other ways
That make you run around all fast

And recharge the mandatory field
There are other pages quick
That led into a dodged out healed
The time you made the pick

For anything that goes on here long
It will be incorporated into song

Pop Sonnet #3982

So this chisel and hammer glide
Up and down the lines
There are ways to take a ride
And suffer for the fines

That you deliver like a date
To the questions grim
There are things that become hate
Before the lights will dim

And now you revere spots of grass
That come alive in the rain
There could be a manner just that pass
To decide where to feign

The cart delivery is here
Now you might as well wait a year

Pop Sonnet #3983

Mental check sobriety pointed
There are several maker glows
To be all around disjointed
And to serve the several blows

Into a registered account no less
That you manipulate and remodel
There could be someone going to dress
Like a rare but clean nice waddle

To the gate that makes no sense
And maybe now it should
Maybe there is a defense
To writing for my own good

Unless you brought a car to match
Feel it now right on my scratch

Pop Sonnet #3984

Want to go back through the last
Several hundred just to check
If I may sometimes go a bit fast
And wind up with a wreck

Of words that twist and turn all smooth
Probably wanted to live longer
And if there were any moves
That became all the stronger

Types of gait you watch the wear
To become thin as a rail
Until the day that struck the dare
And encompassed the impale

That you have handed into school
Now you were the only fool

Pop Sonnet #3985

There are other things to concentrate
The power of a small creature
That carries with ideal late
Next time you carry the feature

To a point that can be breached
By guards of walking spreads
That could only be within reach
And made up words instead

That really meant nothing
But if you analyze the book
There was a made up bluffing
And have another look

Before you return to the page I write
Finding out if it went right

Pop Sonnet #3986

Have to position myself in back
Before the stir gets flimsy
Separate the needle track
Form the ice in whimsy

That you relate to a major push
Of words that just will flow
The next time there is something bushed
By the ways to grow

That gave us strength in the last days
To surf along the edge of variance
Upon that board of mindful craze
That never repeated arrogance

Except maybe once or twice
Would you now accept the vice

Pop Sonnet #3987

This is harder than it looks
Which could be saying a lot
For writing all of the books
Was the first time I was hot

Back in the time I did it right
There were rewards made
For the wisdom within sight
Got to make a trade

Of potions that will mix
Before the squelching lost
There are perfect before fixed
And you will land the cost

Right into portions of the drench
That is why we should abandon the pinch

Pop Sonnet #3988

That only double toward the bottom
Of a pit that grows each day
Falling into days of autumn
All along the seasons stay

In different forms of catcher tide
The date is a give away complete
And then you found out no one lied
Around the printed receipt

That you had questioned before fame
Had struck a deal on this even dry
That never quite stayed the same
And pillaged before the cry

Of the others when settling down
There is something coming unwound

Pop Sonnet #3989

And now I settle for the best
Of markers in the dark
That gave a troubling super quest
To the ancient lark

That sparkles in the vision
Of a guide that forms
The net held my division
And you could have them warm

Before the spread of halting light
Was stopped at the shadow watch
There are so many types that write
And add just one more notch

To the brave encounter with the witches' brew
That settled up the score with you