Pop Sonnet #4260

Looking through a portal in the object of the hour
Locked into a graceful set of chimes
And to certainly return to the power
Of a decided vote that springs times

And shares all the creature with things unknown
Before the whole rest came to leap
And be about all that has not been prone
To disappear all the way deep

And when the current drags you in
Beware the undertow
That demolishes almost anything
And questions what will must know

Before the field is discovered to bloom
I will look at the map and then zoom

Pop Sonnet #4261

If you consider what I just attempted
And now I am feeling the snake
Been around a few times always exempted
And we encourage the bake

Of a motion forward in the continuum
Over the starting with nothing
And greet them when deliver them
To all the future turning

Back into a knowledge of the holding
That will take turns to recognize the hurt
And if ever taken back to folding
A paper that begins to run away with shirts

And if you let me in on your secrets here
I apologize for sharing with a different ear

Pop Sonnet #4262

Push forward go on with words that make
Up a body of poetry so thick
That you could not seem to make the mistake
That everyone for now will trick

And if you know openly that I will talk
To the courage of a split heel
And everywhere I know I really should talk
Hanging on fast to the wheel

And if you go under please spare me the hurt
Because I am already feeling
Like anything could come along and go to curt
About the rearranging of being

And to the core I will operate well
Sorry I would not have fell

Pop Sonnet #4263

One day at a time this praise
Will lay down at a cost
For all the purple haze
That really came across

And I would look to you for answers
To those deep manifestations
Of the several looking glancers
Into waves of elation

And I can read the dusty sign
But if you stop to talk
I would take out any lines
That abundantly search rock

And if there were mistakes made then
I ask you to really begin

Pop Sonnet #4264

If they are here I must avoid
The children in the gap
For what can make me paranoid
Is hearing the tap tap

And if you ask me why again to be
Alone with simple bliss
And respond to the drifting flee
That search again without remiss

And if you really take it to heart
I could run a mile
But be winded from the part
That always takes a smile

For the positive encouragement given by the Christian love
And I will remember the day you looked above

Pop Sonnet #4265

That music I just cued is my own
I have been recording ever well
And a positive impact on the grown
Will return with ever tell

The next time I ask you to drop
Take a moment just to sit
And look into the local hop
Where I would always run to visit

And now I feel a bit relieved
That the wait is over
And to realize achieved
Was never the clover

That you have repeated a dozen times or so
Even that line will reveal the show

Pop Sonnet #4266

Always at this point where
The ride still appears long
And you look ahead to care
Next time you have to get along

Because I have never been looked
At from a mile away
But in the air could be hooked
To escape the play

And I want to see your entire works
But for now I look apart
Because the one that recreates quirks
And if I then turn you smart

Because all book knowledge descends from a ladder
And I think I am not getting fatter

Pop Sonnet #4267

But some return the favor to land
A respect that curves for the while
And takes the cast around your hand
And gently return the style

That formula creates a weapon for talk
The encouragement lies upon you
And if you run back to the small flock
You will be permanently within a few

Of the stops and starts when the roller coaster goes on
And goes really high to come screaming down
The track will deliver the faded song
And reflect anything you shelter gown

And thrashing around with a special female
I would like her to return my email

Pop Sonnet #4268

But that almost sounded hard to plan
Whether there is a guidance wind
That could go on within what ran
And then you could circle the send

To illustrate what pushes me to dig the hole
That words race down in high numbers
And the poems formed the toll
And issue certain explanatory slumbers

That make me dizzy when I breathe
A very blacked out space
And return the moment to seethe
Alongside the next trace

Of a frozen look upon them
Lights were again dim

Pop Sonnet #4269

That was strange I somehow got through
Ten of those in a day among a long stint
Of writing to you and others to see what is new
Among word games that can appear with tint

That anyone can ask for you
Makes you good I beckon
For the number that went through
And looked around at the reckoned

And tripped up by my own tunes
I will be stopping in a few
To undergo a perfect moon
By praying to the true

Calendar that shows the difference flat
For I follow where you are at