Pop Sonnet #3890

Before I make it to the back
Someone will see me smoke
And then the worry attack
Comes all about the soak

That drenches shadows always wet
The feed of a mile long movie sign
And deliver the poster among set
That you can take the wine

And guzzle miles of power
Into a shelf mixed with items full
That wanders to the hour
And delivers that whole

Type of mongrel in slippage that hides
The typing of pages is all I had tried

Pop Sonnet #3891

And if there is an answer
After the pain subsides
To ask you for a trance her
Feelings had wide

Emotional range that spare a sort
Of cottage that longs in the trail
Going to have to hold onto resort
And ask you just to fail

If you could and would want to
There is a chance I never owed
Anything reasonable caught in the dew
On the grass that has flowed

Into a poisonous cloud of gas
There is a mind that comes last

Pop Sonnet #3892

So you think only positive
Retroactive combustion that shines
Along with the inquisitive
And all that tows the line

The tale of quests into the keep
That sold out miracles for a bottle deep
And fell into the timer's creep
That wonder of a dire sleep

That comes along in nights to fold
Every charge of feeling potable
And into recharged making hold
The next time it was amiable

To be sure that any fond striving dropped
And there were ways that had been topped

Pop Sonnet #3893

Plan ahead in motor races
The turn you must adjust for
The raging weeps among your cases
And likens to the holy war

That launches attacks all over places
And keeps the violence spreading
I just wish somehow their faces
Would go peacefully into netting

That will force them to surrender
And with a furious crush
They will be delivered under
The next type of fatal rush

There are things that end the war so far
But in the end it is who you are

Pop Sonnet #3894

And if I could return a favor
Just to say the least
There is an abundance of flavor
In the sacred East

That not all things have gone wrong there
Except a few things ranged
From medium ever reeling stare
And then the ghost had changed

Into a form you would believe
Costs sympathy and rest
The only match for the sleeve
Was to find the card at best

And I will sit and drink with you as long as you have time
There can be a courage in taking back the crime

Pop Sonnet #3895

Next time you cross the line
You will have to take a drink
Of cool marker switch down fine
And comes next to the brink

Of threshold guardians set up
Like the many beguilers
That need the trickery of cup
That stays among revilers

That I told you would appear
No matter when the yield
To a fortune spirit here
The holiest has healed

The many transgressions on a daily wavelength
If I only had any strength

Pop Sonnet #3896

So push on through and dig the deepest
Pattern of words that goes on awhile
And if you really want to keep this
Going for the style

Of a prism that dangles from a chain
Above the window
Sending light in various lanes
Of colors that depend slow

In the split word paradise to fit
That old redundant question
That pillages the steady lit
And becomes the next ingestion

Of a pillar of kind in the wane
To be placed around the pane

Pop Sonnet #3897

I am automated here
The announcement comes as no shock
For the vial of the tears
Was all that would unlock

The mysteries for sure
That enabled presence lean
To just be part of the cure
And look for other green

And there were ideas fit for blocks
That could have designed a castle
In the masonry the rocks
Will create a new hassle

Of slavery that ended final days
Except the ones in the sweat shops that stays

Pop Sonnet #3898

There is no other purpose delivered
To an assortment of trickery
That would have been engendered
To be among the bickering

Of a table magic flip the counter side
And wish that things could be easy
But it was the shedding of the pride
That made us all feel wheezy

And if there are tomorrow blood
The cross of Easter came
To fill the sky without a flood
And love us all the same

The track to a made shanty town in the fold of adoption
Rice in cakes that are edible as an option

Pop Sonnet #3899

Last of the hundred here again
With so many days ahead
The shelter had better have been
Worried for the lead

That approach to kissing
The sharing of a wealth
That was so much as missing
The variable of self

That dreadful curse was called upon
But the blessings delivered through the core
And when the party is over gone
To reach over to the floor

And pick up the basting of a roast
That is the next time you just coast