Pop Sonnet #3910

Real words still dreaming
In the pipe of gold
There were attaching spikes in seeming
Where we take the sold

To the train that leads to Alaskan mountains
For a dodge spot only cries
To the fair world of the fountain
Someone explained just why

And there were perks in an adventure
The arrangement must preclude
For the masked arrangement of a venture
There are flows that brood

And bubble beneath the well
Already wondered if you fell

Pop Sonnet #3911

And going round until dizzy at most
The shock in my brain is too much
Have you depended upon mightily hosts
That come in to look and touch

The goods are being sampled
For gods are in the hall
The boots make the trample
And rescue courage all

For the steady and confused tote
For a woman in vigilance demands
There are ways to pressure a coat
And love you in the grands

Way to complete a script
There are others that have slipped

Pop Sonnet #3912

The thing about the trick production
Serves to erase a plane
And sick about the reproduction
System that can feign

An issue in the making seeking for the hub
That second type of chasing stare
Was all that took above
The meddling of the pair

Of twins that escaped the class
Where there was nothing going on
And served an entire mass
Of spectacles that fall along

The seams seem to serve it
Beyond where you curve it

Pop Sonnet #3913

So if you figure on net worth and all
There may be no one even at best
That can return your spread featured call
And you will go for the rest

Eternally spoken that hound of a raise
Was expecting the blatant return
Of a horizon engendered by the ethereal haze
And then you will all feel the burn

Like a trading post in the dark
Where no one is running the store
And when the woman comes to the park
There is assurance of more

Of the power that informs the frame
I can see you all still the same

Pop Sonnet #3914

And you will forgive much
That approach to a street
Belonging with a crutch
To the design in the heat

That brings me a plate
Of the finest assortments
Of whatever waits
For all that is important

And there are practical reasons
Why I act this way
Set me up the pleasing
And hide the final play

When you were calling off the shot
Except somehow you both forgot

Pop Sonnet #3915

Missed the song when looking for
Something to write the title
There is a whole lot of lore
That is already so vital

To the system of a total acceptance of the loss
An isolation triangle that wills a ship
And severity is the cross
When you bent the tip

And I will not forget the heat
That flew around in sparks
Where there was only the concrete
There would lock a stark

View of the world so spoken
I have not quite yet awoken

Pop Sonnet #3916

That short term memory is lapsing
And I have records that indicate
There are worries in the grasping
Of a fellow modern potentate

Of the idols that will crumble
Beneath God's wrath in pages
That follow into the humble
World that keeps the sages

Busy with another plan of peace
That is what they do
The Druids came in from the East
And landed in the few

Harbors that were waiting for any passer by
I would tell you what to do no matter why

Pop Sonnet #3917

Unlocking secrets for the feeling
That has never felt so good
The sympathy returns the ceiling
After what you should

See in the window by the kitchen
There are so many factors
I am already ditching
The whole selection of actors

But to find a cast I would be here
Motioning the worried horn
Of shells that require the clear
And excavate the forlorn

That mention me in progress due to the schedule
And when I am lost in Europe I made it to the soul

Pop Sonnet #3918

An eventful pleasure markets facts
There are other ways to see this
But I think when taking back
The courage is remiss

To be among the inevitable appoints
To dire situation veils and shakes
The asking for a fill of joints
That we can smoke to get baked

And if the letters do not match up
It is quite alright
Because even in the search of the cup
There is nothing working right

Except the poems of an incarnation
And never stop me from libation

Pop Sonnet #3919

To tell a flow to work that stick
There must be a few
Of the absolutely relative pick
That landed near to you

Complete the cycle until grades
Will show up in the wealth
And possibly the lemonade
Has a full on profit shelf

Where we will surface to the shelter
Figuring out where to sleep
And mixed up in the dealt blur
Of a ghost that will by magic keep

Tell me all the things you know about the wizard's spell
Can it be broken even in hell