Pop Sonnet #2930

Awfully nice to see a friend
Upon my discovering knack
There has been a total send
Of all things I love to go back

So skip words or play on technique
There is a way to function
Got to serve the only oblique
Through all the streets of Grand Junction

A small but accommodating place to be
Where you can find your vice
In a bag for someone to see
That came here once or twice

And now I move to the next verse
You just went from good to worse

Pop Sonnet #3931

So mistake a pillaged lane
Of presence in the talk
That video will still remain
And you will search for the lock

There is so much to thank
For the chatter that resides built
Inside while every tank
Comes rolling into guilt

The edge of illustration
Is making a way around
After any of the strange education
There are some that go for the pound

That I stretch to him when seeking all remorse
For a minute I felt that you were thrown off course

Pop Sonnet #3932

Seems like a lot more
When developed back to back
A daily but loved holy chore
To write all that I can in fact

There are mistakes in blissful reverie
That come back just to haunt
There could be a level free
From the blasted vaunt

That accepted any post
Even the banning zone
And to go and roll the ghost
There are ways to go alone

And mix a page with candle wax
There are ways to get the tracks

Pop Sonnet #3933

And it still amazes me where I am at
To be back into a stride so complex
That can make you happen fat
To be among the next

In line to take a fortune here
To commiserate with fancier touches
And isolation wins this year
For what is happened to crutches

So to take a furnished amount of treasure
And wrap it in the protection spell
To be covered amidst pleasure
And wonders for the wail

That shapes decisions in the front
Always going back to the hunt

Pop Sonnet #3934

There are times I wish I could have done
It differently but without regrets
I was feeling like the only one
That turned them into pets

Where you could have had a minute
Just to pass them by
Make it clear that I will win it
Next time that you start to cry

And without a burden calling
Into the pent up anger wage
That is not always falling
But often develops into rage

That can be channeled into health
There for awhile you felt the wealth

Pop Sonnet #3935

As long as I don't screw it up
I am onto something great
There are times I looked at the erupted
Firmer in the steady gate

There are colleagues venture forth
That turn a fabled lance
To be gone for what is worth
A fated elemental chance

That could have kept me even
Until I brought a tendency to shred
Beneath the grail there are those leaving
To return to their own bed

Without giving much of stock
To the record of the talk

Pop Sonnet #3936

Prepare for the ship to blast ahead
That mighty plan awakens
The way to find them back instead
And you were accused of faking

The entire escapade but some will know
That the real story was not far
From what I already show
To accompany the car

Into a void of masculine drained
And expect the last to grade
A final that is in the trained
Make you go for the blade

That shone the glinting steel before a crowd of tripped up watch
The numbers return never to create a botch

Pop Sonnet #3937

And now I am this far ahead
But the year is long
And whatever you had read
Was turning out quite wrong

But to take a chance on this
Never ending drama
While looking in the eyes of a tryst
There is someone gone to the calmer

Seas of evening tides
That shift just to plot a course
And change from side to side
Like there is no remorse

Left to play a finer tune
Let us make it back real soon

Pop Sonnet #3938

There are verses popping out
Of my brain as fast as I go
That will give a second shout
To the filibuster show

That was to make someone stop
And look at origination of quiet
That could just make you steady the flop
And go gently forward and apply it

To the list of features among a ride
Of words and games and songs
That were all kept around inside
The anywhere anything along

With where you make the last stop
And inquire about the legal shop

Pop Sonnet #3939

One last thing to say today
That element has ceased
Where there are words to keep away
From what is longing at least

To be inside the fulcrum power
That you will use to launch
That rocket that was hidden until hours
Away taken to the haunch

That you were working on whenever felt
The knack for inventing strains
Of poetry accepting the dealt
That kept going for the trains

Of thought that will not just cease
But still there is a time of peace