Pop Sonnet #4600

And bearing the thread the could
Have been born under a sign
That was particular in the should
How that works to align

And present gaze of days were thrust
Into golden ravines of hills
And take a moment just to bust
The concurrent boundless deals

Where upset the forlorn dead
The sitting gap was long
And furthermore to create dread
Was going for the throng

Of patiently awaiting a gentle rouse of fate
Has been the assurance that you could be late

Pop Sonnet #4601

And ambience is provided from
The gospel lick of cues
That came along no matter some
Were pushing for the dues

And in bliss for recorded laps
The prayer is breaking ground
The pushed out bliss of all the traps
Where nothing seemed profound

Except a route you could devise
And live for the new life
That was the proper hidden eyes
That worn by future wife

The gap will widen in the covet temple gain a trust
Just join with the other side to create the bust

Pop Sonnet #4602

And when I am more serious about
The notes that make the page
The brain will rhyme in automatic shout
That wears on the old age

That is still so minor to be compared
And when the echo forms the lap
There is never anything to be shared
And courage when you flap

To be all the corner sides
And engage in the most
Of whatever plans were guides
And shaping the old ghost

That took from you a chance to grind
And labeled the whole day behind

Pop Sonnet #4603

Whenever courage lost the pace
There was a representative in disguise
That knew exactly how to race
The fettered mast in cries

And found a word that no longer beams
The approach was as reckless twice
That making up for all the dreams
Could have been there thrice

Before a sermon I approach
The wheel of wagon race
The mercy was a problem brooch
And effort of the face

That you could expose to larger chips
And be among the fateful clips

Pop Sonnet #4604

Finding out that made from clocks
Was the deranged frame
That could have rested on the docks
Before the channeled tame

Was spiraling in courts that could have brought a lead
Pencil to the test before the exam
Was enough to trip you up instead
And lead me to the sham

Of where I thought I was all good
And trained in Artemis' new approach
That was granted as it should
The final solution to the slab coach

That I was always mistaken for Demeter or Persephone
Now I think the goddesses Hera Athena and Aphrodite were good enough for me

Pop Sonnet #4605

Understand the riddle is still up to me to solve
Never quiet the dawn gaze invention to derive
And was there any candid switch to involve
The motor was skipping into a drive

That could have spared the gas once
Before the hill gained steepness
And into shores aplenty hunts
That were akin to other sleep miss

Was in the forcing but was fine
Because we rely on fate here so much
That honestly just to see the line
There had been a crutch

Placed right before the waxing hill
And spend a lot of potent thrill

Pop Sonnet #4606

How close I keep coming to the encouragement
Of a clip show so ready
That nothing is any longer permanent
That could remain steady

And the shirt was a give away that I
Could not hold my mucus during
The loss of a familiar try
That was only reoccurring

So many times that I heard it in chimes
To be acceptable to the applause
And courage will erase the slimes
That no one felt like draws

Were issuing the made up snake
Before then there was a fake

Pop Sonnet #4607

That is why I am unsure
About the point of notes
That came along and ended cure
That was a planet votes

That was the key to paradigms
No matter what the shift
That causes me to realign
With the entire lift

And if there is a mistake to break
That will bring me back
To a blackened heart at stake
And will know the lack

That could have been regained
But was so verily ingrained

Pop Sonnet #4608

That just makes me wonder what will
Happen before you get to the end
And capture restructured diligence fill
To captivate the blend

And when the rush comes bleeding down
The poster for a written film effort
That courage would allow in the town
To be apart of the report

That really pushed you into the bottom
Where it is a joy never to be
That comes about in the Autumn
And relegates what needs to be

The demonstration appears grave
What could you have gone to save

Pop Sonnet #4609

That makes me wonder why the count
Stopped dead except one or two
So the best estimate of the amount
Helps me blend so true

Hold onto the days that awaken muse
The ulterior motive seems just fine
Unless there was a day reused
To beat you to the line

And I was wondering what would go on
If the counterfeit had worked
But before I hang up gone
There are churches that perked

Up when the challenge travels to a core of residing flame
Did you see that anyone could settle back to blame