Pop Sonnet #3900

Thought I was coming through
And apparently it is there
What I need to suffer too
Before your next dare

That you were spelling with the tilt
The camera never broke
But that was not meant for the built
To make it back to the spoke

That wheeled in among presence fail
There would not seem to be
A prisoner after the whale
To totally wake up and see

That things are here just how you left them
Unless there grows a light so dim

Pop Sonnet #3901

After time the sound begins
And mesmerizes picture walls
To understand the round that wins
The door enlightens fellow smalls

The wave of light that matches the grave
Before the master awakes
To be among those that try to save
The estimated type lakes

That tread water for hours
And accompany light
To be all that cowers
Beneath the said fright

And if there are daisies appearing in front
Please don't return the measure to hunt

Pop Sonnet #3902

And in awhile I will share the punctuation
That lacks except when the flaw
Comes back into my creation
And minimal damages law

That I have escaped with only a hundred
For the off kilter likeness of the storm
The way that you have seen the plundered
The next time to switch up the norm

That shared a tired makeshift
With lightning in the sky
And if I catch your drift
You have damages from my

Only sound that makes a difference on the board
Unless the magic beans lead us to the floored

Pop Sonnet #3903

It seems to be a process slow
That I will just get used to
Come back to me before I go
And use it up before I do

And there are times I think of her
But within reach there were the flows
That spoke up in the days that were
Forgotten so it goes

And if there are appointments to be kept
I will get down there
Guarded by the afforded slept
Into the maker's chair

His day to rise again has come
He will save them all for some

Pop Sonnet #3904

Reasonable wonders in the stove
Bet you had a goose cake
Next to what is wove
For protection in the lake

That sword so shimmering with sunlight
The wave of the blade in hand
And in terms of quiet rights
They have bit the sand

When I will question no one
Just to head into my sleep
There the thirst is undone
One more heart that weeps

Among the stones of demarcation
And I use the automation

Pop Sonnet #3905

To my advantage when it clears the save
That I feel the next ripeness land
To be the behavior in the cave
That lens was used with canned

Maple syrup is the topping
That the children drank
Before they went sharecropping
And returned it to the bank

What was missing in the lid
For you to only ask
There was a quicker bid
That came into my flask

That kept the liquor so ice cold
What type of beer would you hold

Pop Sonnet #3906

And ask for treasures so replete
With voids of dance in night
That could have made us all complete
To fill up with the flight

And ask for earthly spirit shake
That quest for ghosts to fight
The tired tread that tells the fake
To stand up for the right

And if the right does fall away
At least you used your raise
To film a project yesterday
And disappear in the haze

The filled up vacuum looking for
A place to add the vortex door

Pop Sonnet #3907

Push so hard that brain is stopped
But must be squeezing blood
Through the loops of impulse topped
But by the complete thud

There was an inviting whisper
Courage in the darkness
Where voices cried and still the crisper
Losses were to mark us

Up with all delight
A sailor's attitude
Gone to protect my every flight
Unless they shared the food

That word choice repetition feels
Like I will make you forward repeals

Pop Sonnet #3908

But anyway I still keep track
Of visionary binds
That simply would require track
To pave the way for blinds

That when entered into chemistry
The collapse of the sacred
There were other sympathies
To be the last ones acred

That I collided with the kiss
And went to store the net
Beneath the wild eyed remiss
They were not there quite yet

But now they are and did they insist
Upon the chanting powers list

Pop Sonnet #3909

This happend rarely where the front
Is pulled up to the back
And circular the only want
Is that arranged way track

That keeps you going around the loop
And circuitous pathways lead the way
Before the style of the soup
Was only used another play

From the piece of cherry pie
You left yourself for Easter's fondness
Filled with all the aged rye
That kept seeming the longest

And that for now is where to stop
To read a few more poems that dropped