Pop Sonnet #4060

If I thought about it
Seems impossible lately
Chomping here at the bit
And never been stately

Of a union full of game
There was a fallen town
That sent among the names
To be upside down

All the while shredding
For a turbo boost
And if their nice wedding
Gets you all goosed

For the horizon built in chief
And now fallen also is the leaf

Pop Sonnet #4061

Bringing up the letter zen
Not a letter but a word
Of power uttered in
The basic pride she heard

Before anyone had said
A single thing to denounce
The push button lead
Was waiting just to announce

The rampant felt left for dead
The maker was cluing to you
Next up no one can go instead
And before anyone really knew

That things would work themselves out somehow
There are so many things that I allow

Pop Sonnet #4062

And the tone remains solid
I do not have to choose
Which track comes all stolid
For equipment to bruise

That single waking moment felt
Like everything will last for hours
Next time there is a dose of melt
That falls into the capable towers

Before the light recedes the touch
Absence is for the lifelong friends
Never really wanted to own much
Except it is nice to have the ends

Of a means to be sure that process
Was about all that could handle unless

Pop Sonnet #4063

Feels like I have been here for awhile
And reeling in the stowed
The gentle page that will smile
Lasts as long as you have owed

A copper coin to a brother slant
There are times we feel
Like there was a passing rant
To take among the wheel

The next time I go climbing down
I will wait until the ladder is built
So I do not break my crown
Or whatever you wilt

Into a program the thought divine
I have soaked the meat in brine

Pop Sonnet #4064

This is quite an impasse thick
Running out of words to try
Before I even will go pick
And escalate the lie

To an elevated status
Remorse in the screen
Gone to holy atlas
And now he is the dean

That man that guided me to here
Before we knew what was going on
And never had a wrongful steer
And I awoke after the holiday at dawn

Right now it doesn't feel like the holiday ended
Upon a glorious day is what I really depended

Pop Sonnet #4065

Grab hold of the horns
When throttling a bull
There is something warns
A making that is dull

And if you cheer me on to go ahead and go
Then even the feeling subsides
There is a wave that drenches slow
That anyone could have inside

The brutal truth of variable conjunctions
There was never a truth adapted
To the last and only left up constructions
And if you end up shafted

I know that I feel quite good
Anyone has understood

Pop Sonnet #4066

I had to receive the mental note
That apprehension fails
For a feeling I have smote
The waterfalls on the trail

Which leads up to a path around
The whole of the plant
That was talking without sound
And wondered for the pant

Leg that was too short
But the other was just fine
I will send out a report
Only ten or twenty mine

There are voices to be shared
Not as though you really cared

Pop Sonnet #4067

Almost at the bottom of
A day releases ten
And if there was a show above
The mighty has to win

Because of stables in the way
That lend a dollar or two
To the causes among the play
Where something bothers you

And anger strikes before the notch
Going bold in the morning flame
That devoted time to watch
The very goal is still the same

And you would wince if I would throw
The time is coming for us to go

Pop Sonnet #4068

I am so paralyzed by shouts
That drag me to the ground
And if there are the outs
For what is still around

And in time they will print
A walk through the prism string
That settled for a hint
About the games you bring

Which is the best takes a critic to know
Before anything can return the flow
And you already had to show
The stopping point is when you go

And underdeveloped progress sorts
There are many other courts

Pop Sonnet #4069

That take you in a proper handle
To bite off the most you chew
And went among the lighted candles
Where the folks already knew

What was divine had captivated
The wise approach to lend
The made up rug that flies belated
By coasting along the wind

That shared a map with different sheep
And followed close behind
There are those that would now keep
A function just to find

And when the day comes sliding closed
There could have already been all those