Pop Sonnet #4000

Arriving in the line of a factor great
There would have been allowance
For the mysterious avowed state
That creates an air of a dalliance

That settles for wreckage among the dash
Where tomorrow reconciles the grave
Going along with anything crash
The only purpose to save

And to be satisfied with all the hope
That comes my way until later
There is a permanent ultimate scope
The lens making room for a dater

That had until Tuesday to get it all right
Next time you see me I won't be so light

Pop Sonnet #4001

Except that I lose more than I gain
Typically stay at the level now
That simply shows up in solid pain
And wonders about the know how

And if things are different by the time you get back
I would have looked for you everywhere
In case it is important to draw from the crack
In case you land in the middle of air

Then there would be a circumstance over my head
And respect will shudder the ache
From knowing just where to be instead
Of reeling around like a fake

That snaps into fading along with a dorm
The one that kept us from getting too warm

Pop Sonnet #4002

If I could learn about the words of gain
There would be a manic punctuation
To be all at the moment insane
By looking at the vibration

That wasn't even there just brain juices
The ones that play tricks on my eyes
And head over to the fly nooses
That catch you all the ties

Will have left a spot right next to the shorts
That came around later when asked
There were the momentary sports
And anything afterwards masked

But for now I use energy all that is left
Collapsing like mad under the heft

Pop Sonnet #4003

That break did not ease my quaking fear
Of the chance for a problem fierce
There were collisions in the steer
That led to a conversation pierce

But things do not happen without
A fact placing hands
Before the local was all about
Taking over their lands

Beyond the deserved
Life comes in waves
That are sometimes curved
That go along with caves

Like the whole company does now approach
The essence of a phantom coach

Pop Sonnet #4004

When the essence of the whip
Is cracking along side you
Belong with the slip
That tries now to hide you

And that is the music that soothes
The ache when I feel like I slept
Along with the tired eyes in lieu
Of the eyes that have wept

For a mistake that could be allowed
Out in the wind so ferocious
There were all things too proud
Before the girl was precocious

And if I had free will I could turn off the pain
That relays information to my subconscious brain

Pop Sonnet #4005

With all the increase in steadying pose
There was a ship to be jumped
And run straight into the closed
Door that you just barely bumped

And if nothing calls reading
An act of wise thought
Then I will be seeding
The idea that will not

Bring to a stop the flying machine
Where could the wind have known
That there was a time to have seen
The really by now overblown

The fare is so steep I should have made
A tiny mistake that has now been replayed

Pop Sonnet #4006

And in fact it was worth a glance
To the dried out ground of the town
That takes a solid fly at the pants
Where isolation comes before the noun

That favored a win before the noon tide
The feeding frenzy of the fish
The way to settle down on the ride
And then return to your dish

That was fighting for children to learn
Before the hang up was shed
To be folded among the stern
Were others had been led

Around the street corner nothing stays out
And the dirtiest feeling was now in the shout

Pop Sonnet #4007

Only after a few could I have to take
The pills so eroding next to the sin
The way that you asked me what I should make
And now I know where to begin

And I cannot choose my dream
No matter how perfect the night
Was to some it may seem
The half truth develops a light

And before the grain the heavily bare
Will take fortunes to longing assault
And deference makes a lonely type stare
Out in the overarching gestalt

That presently waves the claw at the park
Where you would be killed after dark

Pop Sonnet #4008

And if the fruition of open eyes salt
Will candle the wish on the moon
There was a pencil inside the fault
The repetition was starting too soon

Because I would like to think that original word
Before the rest of us use it
To hurry along and snap the pictures at herds
At least now we cannot confuse it

There is a time to check message clearly
But before the end of the next line
I will have already questioned so dearly
The tiniest picture of the kind

That will allow you to finish just one more sonnet
Nothing will ever convince me she is on it

Pop Sonnet #4009

So I will find a moment to lose
That kept me from steering off track
When there were appointed just to cruise
Along with anyone in back

That rode the range as far as it lasted
Back into modes linger from
That perfect sand to be blasted
And then to go hitting the drum

Before I finish here I should have a thought
About the consequences of words
That sometimes will take a shot
When the entire pot gets stirred

But I do wait for another day to come along
To keep perfecting this ongoing song