Pop Sonnet #4040

Really need a day of rest
But I just cannot foresee this
Coming to the front unless
There was a motion to risk

The only point of certainty
That I illustrate manufacture sell
And derive with aplenty
Of the witches from hell

That came about as a group
This way would know
The stand up derivative loop
That seems to grow

Beneath the weight of acres downed
I just heard a random sound

Pop Sonnet #4041

But you know if I take an hour
To jot down a few ideas
Then you know the shower
Will plow in frame lined hide it

For a forcing I cannot resist
Leaves me questioning afford
The several may have missed
But one of us goes with the Lord

And works assault of sensory
The left up plan of halting
Was here in the story
Never quite know the faulting

For eternal wake that blew
Upon the masses true

Pop Sonnet #4042

Whatever you did to fix the wallop
Comes from a fray or battle
That lashes onto horses' gallop
And fixes the last saddle

Where I could turn in several papers
Gone the days of loom's writing
That set me up for the capers
And lashed back very biting

But to stall the story mental charm
The waking hour of the cross
That took me beside the alarm
And faltered backward boss

To climb aboard the crazy train
Without the numbness there is pain

Pop Sonnet #4043

Unless you see what happens here
They could have cared less
Not that the fix is full for dear
The days will bring a caress

To the body especially legs
That were penetrated by my kiss
To let on that we had to beg
For the fingers miss

The only hold on destiny
That my choices bring
Would just make a mess of me
Unless you want to sing

The crucible that is getting warm
Never wanted them to form

Pop Sonnet #4044

There is a triple but a zero
Tends to shut it down
Falling fast along the hero
Making us bring back to town

The only gate that circumscribes
On the label clearly
Was to make us want to bribe
The maker for us dearly

And prevent the hand from the win
Even though none shall beat
The only one I got you in
Was in the day of heat

And demonstrate the mental exercises when I walk
There is really very little room for me to talk

Pop Sonnet #4045

At the end of the day
What is left is all
That I can foresee some way
And to stop the ball

From aching waves of mental ground
That never looks back to wait
Unless there was a permanent found
To be among you all of late

And refurbish illegitimate
Worship in the seed
Where companies come intimate
And roll up some of the weed

Because we have a day to change
Into the maze with all the range

Pop Sonnet #4046

This gets longer with a purpose
But the factions close their eyes
Upon a tidal wave of curses
That rely on when she flies

To say my thoughts mean anything
Is actually mistaken
Because I never scold the king
When I am awaking

To the sound of apologies in mind
Every time I rush
To forget the stupid kinds
Of thoughts that turn to mush

Because I feel I have betrayed
What I have really now felt made

Pop Sonnet #4047

But I was testing out the wind
To see if it would blow
When the thoughts come streaming in
And never tend to show

Anyone the viral make
Of weather when you keep
The player visible take
To get us all to sleep

But in two and a half
I think I will score a break
Feeling those around us laugh
And walking to the lake

And there were rhyme schemes cycled for
A presence of the author's score

Pop Sonnet #4048

Why not talk about a loose dimension
That rides a narrative to boot
Spending up the year of pension
Leaving me to tune my lute

Which came from a game of thrashing
That I was about to score
A total brainiac bashing
The uses it is for

But in awhile I see the sun
Approaching the Earth rapid
Coming to the feeling of one
Of the ideas flapped

And if you take the syllable and emphasize the word
There is nothing that will trade her for the herd

Pop Sonnet #4049

So make sense I think not for
A magic wall of lines
That came to play everything tore
And added up the signs

Of words beginning and their end
To pause and suffer for most
When you know on this depends
A comfortable ghost

That in the afterlife we run
Through the maker's commands
To clean out the barrel of a gun
And hold each other by the hand

To tell me to continue here
Would mean that tomorrow brings the gear