Pop Sonnet #4660

And in the change for brief engage
The lost challenge in the lead
That will lead up into a stage
The very next book you read

And if the double changing words
Seem to fit every number
There are more than a few birds
That wake up from the slumber

And I recall a fated plant
That misery provides
There are so many in the rant
Keep to all the sides

And in the proper day for facts
There are too many times that react

Pop Sonnet #4661

Now that I have gotten through
The test point in the plane
That kept me smiling a few
Of the courts will gain

A new strategy that elevates
That rings out truly solid
And to prefer the kind that waits
And anyway was fallen

From a tower so high up
That it always brings the trick
There are more to conquer erupt
The lingering of the sick

That came to tell me I was wrong
To be a part of the core all along

Pop Sonnet #4662

And if there are ever studies
I would be the last
To get picked even buddies
Would have to look fast

For a lightened memorial card
That reminds me of a strand
That heralds back to the hard
And forces me to land

Back into the saddle from a height
That cannot be measured in questions
But instead we look to the flight
For all of those silvery guessing

That would not have been a problem only if
You turned out to be nothing like a stiff

Pop Sonnet #4663

Even I can feel it coming back
To a blessed throne on a hill
If you planned all the facts
Before you go to chill

And just remember that is arbitrary
But it seems well reasoned too
There is something very scary
That I was figuring to do

Out of step with frames to lay
The perfect sound of college burns
That kept me in my seat today
And whatever you have learned

Will be part of the plan for all time
And I would just evade the crime

Pop Sonnet #4664

Now there is a quandary left open still
There could be a maker's voice
Standing all alone with still
A secondary type of choice

And if you are ready before I lend
A mite to the attack of planes
That kept encouraging the bend
And left you in the drains

That will be a point to stop
But I will go forward
Have not had a part on top
But you were moving toward

And it is grand if it functions back
To be all the willow tracks

Pop Sonnet #4665

And if the music flows across
The room into the sound that presses
Into the foliage at loss
To go up your nice dresses

And touch you where the pleasure waits
That feeling is so powerful
The way to drop off your weights
Everyone must have told

Me that making a move
Was profoundly a clear sign
Of the possible that grooves
Beside the moistened line

Of an innuendo but never came and said
That will press on us the lyrical instead

Pop Sonnet #4666

That is what I feared and dreaded
When I said too much and wait
There is a potion so beheaded
That cannot be in the fate

That guarded tower will this time work
To rise all the way beyond heaven
And when you look like a total jerk
For praising what is seven

And if there are angry men
Waiting to punish for fun
The gentle dove that was in
Will be the only one

To rely on God even in hell
Just by looking I could tell

Pop Sonnet #4667

And now the evil passes from
A dire position of fate
That lingers when the shoulder done
Was about to circulate

And in the pouring Sunday
The weather cannot be predicted
When everyone collects the way
That one person was evicted

That really leaves it open though
And settles for a laugh
There was a position beyond the show
That led to me a half

And in the final word for a day's work goes
Beyond any words that were strung to blows

Pop Sonnet #4668

Apparently that was enough
To get me out of trouble
Comes in a thousand rough
And waits right by the bubble

Of paradigms that never created
Anything but a shift
That was championed in gated
Next to the old drift

And I have seen your shadows
Come alive when you dance
And in the distant meadows
There was still a lance

That could have come in handy in a retroactive game
There are so many of you that sort of look the same

Pop Sonnet #4669

So many rules broken so many days to wait
And in the drive for record spans
A prophet will awake
And hold onto the plans

That were guarded by the paranormal
Ghosts and anything invisible
That came to me in the formal
And was totally divisible

And anything I have forgotten
Like the memory of a dream
Was well to push on into cotton
And let go of a gleam

That could have glistened in the eye
Right now they just wonder why