Pop Sonnet #4400

As I hear my own music word stash
The way to reveal a mode
Of going along with the mash
That kept a figured load

That pushed on through the idle day
The one that you could stand by
And if there is someone that can stay
I would see you at the back of my

Own perseverance that illustrates form
And collects the moment agreed
That makes up for the storm
Before the regulations freed

The ultimate of verses hidden in a stack
You may have to go quite a distance back

Pop Sonnet #4401

And if there was a champion fraternity
Of a place that comes around
By emptying the stolen thirty
And to ask among the found

That level a circumstance beyond
And where you are now taking us
Lives to grow the pond
Before the stream enters the bus

And words come spraying forth
The echo of illusion gained
And to look at the next north
Of the people I have trained

And when you enter the vein
Of anyone that will experience the train

Pop Sonnet #4402

And then to go among the crowd
When the time arrives
And be the next purpose shroud
And then you take the dives

To remember the course of hands
And place upon the chest of drawers
And really wanted to have bands
Come back to play at the cores

Of a moment precious beyond the years
That positions an alignment so deep
And then sacrificed the tears
For a good night's sleep

And then the curving feeling bust
Will you be the one to trust

Pop Sonnet #4403

That just pushes me along
When the goal seems unreachable
And if you pave the wrong
Touch of an impeachable

Differences will always spread
And thoughts will drive away
The next of the common thread
That shares around the tray

Total fixation on drought combustion
And when the surface plagues
There are later this instruction
Will be the way to kegs

To drink the last of my caffeine
And then correct the final scene

Pop Sonnet #4404

If anyone can admire
A tiny sprout of grass
That grew upon a wire
That pained my only glass

That assortment of album tunes
Then even seemed to gain
And if there are civic boons
That circulate into a drain

And redundant lesson planned
To perfect the smoke
There is now an ideal hand
And not a word was spoke

Except to listen by the tree
That the thoughts will comfort me

Pop Sonnet #4405

Rain will keep the ground from burning
The desert that guards all at bay
Perfect inclusion of learning
That makes some of us stay

And if I force the whole staff
To make a draught for the trance
Empty out the crooked wand chaff
That pours into my dance

And now I will start just to go on
The thrashing at the missing light
Will purposefully make a frame gone
That turned into some kind of tight

Space that I enter so free come
Chalk one up for the drum

Pop Sonnet #4406

There is a tide so uneven
That must be watched for notice of grain
The paralyzed will go seeking
And to restore the next lane

That was blocked off for a day
Just to clean up a road
That was so dizzy time to weigh
Important that they have showed

And I will topple the grassroots
That will divide to return
Provisions that divide the new mutes
That talk just to wake in the burn

And my sting will evade them
Because I shared a prophecy dim

Pop Sonnet #4407

That is the way to get moved on
Before the drain is finished wet
To push out the frozen dawn
In the Summer we never had bet

To realize just to plant down
The garden grows in the cold
And if there are suddenly found
The chances we take make us bold

And when you only have one thought
That races a level of waning
The preservation to avoid rot
Before the camera was sedating

All that happens right along
Going for the teams that throng

Pop Sonnet #4408

It feels like heaven disappeared
And left me with the pain
The promises you will have now cleared
And opened along in the cane

That you never wanted in the first place
Except when the rules came to die
Before I will clearly see your face
I will have to purposely try

The frame of a quote is so implied
That everyone winds all the hands
To come back living inside
Because the weather take a stand

Against conditions so very strong
And I will just play along

Pop Sonnet #4409

That is a permanent color
Into your mind to alarm
There is a soldier that holds her
Deep in the presence of harm

That will celebrate my friends
That all fought in wars far away
Knowing these days never depend
On circulation to stay

And now there is nothing to promote
Except that we sacrifice souls
For the cost of freedom to denote
On a day when there are final goals

Would it not be nice if all war ceased to be
That is really the quickest way to satisfy my plea