Pop Sonnet #3920

Now to bring the past up here
To empty out the drains
And collide with someone near
That kept the motion lanes

That we would be so full of heart
And approach the wildest goal
Of what can seem to take the art
And fill it up all full

To disappear with lightning
Striking down where you once stood
And forces are quite frightening
When they do you any good

And next time I invite you there
Show up because I had to care

Pop Sonnet #3921

The vision of a follower leaf
Is struck upon the bane
And holding out for made up grief
And sympathy remains

To be along with dragnets
And simply ask for reds
To look into the magnets
And fortify where led

That holy church among us
The way we satisfy
Our urges to get fungus
And go for ways to lie

That simple song of needing fills
You may hang onto the spills

Pop Sonnet #3922

Already home or what to speak
That blast that comes in between
Glances to the maker's streak
And formula to the scene

That broke through empty pages dust
The satisfaction of a copy clean
The settling of what now must
Set up a backup machine

And clearly there is more to time
Than being all alone in days
To run along a silver line
And fortify the stays

The opinion led to confusion bred
By impetus that has to wed

Pop Sonnet #3923

And if you restore prophet pens
The company it might
Be seen through a darkened lens
That kept it from the bite

And eternity is mentioned quick
For nothing was left going
To be a part of perfect lick
That girl was always showing

Beyond the regions of despair
The paradigm you dream
Of a guided light of fair
When no one is on the team

And fairly able to see it through
There are ways to conquer you

Pop Sonnet #3924

Drink it up before the half time
And shelter in the mud
Was going just to abide the rhyme
And bring us back to the suds

Of asking for a perfect shell
To hide out these old souls
The empty laces cannot fail
To bring you needed bowls

That you would ask for paranormal
Look through the faded mirror
That there are spokes into the formal
And seeing so much clearer

There is so much to apply to my new style
It may just work out every once in awhile

Pop Sonnet #3925

Deliver me to promises that stayed
Because there is no pity
To be among where there was sprayed
A paint thinning in the ditty

That you danced to while watching games
And fade into the ground
That wiles into mighty names
And asks you for the pound

That we were already into charges
More than all would gear
And if there were any larges
Back inside the rear

Of the machine that went to town
Could I buy a separate noun

Pop Sonnet #3926

And force them all to ask the ship
Whether there were fares
To the island in the old time slip
That casts upon the cares

That we arrive in shaded dogs
The covers of the record pleasing
For the counting of the flogs
That beat down when your seizing

And I would gain a prophet lance
Before the tide was turned
And separate from the romance
Before we all get burned

By the structure of the three
Take it all away from me

Pop Sonnet #3927

I have been charged with a book
That will grow until it lands
Upon a nastier bent hook
And kept us in the bands

Where we mistake a richer blow
For coining in the dale
The simplistic came upon the show
And forced you to impale

The dirt was flying all around
And dig your way to dented
What was left up to us in ground
That symbol where you bent it

That flies away into the sky
Work together or at least try

Pop Sonnet #3928

There are a couple things to add
To this daily shoot
And going along with any fad
There were the ways to loot

The treasury was full of coin
And after time was running out
There are mysteries of loins
That kept you feeling doubt

The words have been used over again
All the schemes seem typed
And never knowing exactly when
The feeling was the ripe

Exacting of a torrid jam
Beyond the island of the lamb

Pop Sonnet #3929

Unless you weep for graves unending
The dead will never talk
Unless there was a witch befriending
Your ever confident walk

That taught us to return the rage
To a colder space
That kept me on this page
Until I could erase

The only act of consciousness
Better than the gold
Of all the taken launches fist
Upon the very cold

The idea was completely stolen
But on I go along just rolling