Pop Sonnet #4740

I regard the athletic supreme
Over the far end of the park
Questions all completely seem
Like they are directed to the bark

Before your history edge wise dropped
And along the side you climb
And tell me what is stopped
Before the very rhyme

That came about by accident
And one day just went on
To be already decadent
And figure out the pawn

Where lighter shores of silhouettes come dancing like a trail
There are uncontrollable things that disappear with the grail

Pop Sonnet #4741

So very dry is how to catch
A forward passing backwards next
The very thing that batch
Was already too entirely hexed

And it would be interesting to see
The words getting rearranged
And welcome all the world agree
On what is going changed

That you could have went all about
But kept it shorter than that
Already was a word of doubt
The leaving all were flat

Broke that is because of the slump
It was the first day that I missed the jump

Pop Sonnet #4742

I am so extremely tired
Right now that I click these keys
All over the board is hired
And journal writing ease

The case to flow beside the walk
Was left all along the stable
And centuries for what will stalk
The good and very able

When ability comes placing down
The softening of blows
That came back just to see the town
Go down for all he knows

And it is really out of place for me to lose
I wondered if you ever paid the dues

Pop Sonnet #4743

That is just a pressure status
In the curable deriving
Had to tackle apparatus
And check back with thriving

Like to be a potent willow lock
And look inside the hole
Where once in awhile I get to talk
With sure of want to lull

Beside the weeping tree that acts
Like it was always there
Going back to hold the facts
And look to return square

The company will bridge a mount for families to get close
I could see the two of us belonging in the dose

Pop Sonnet #4744

The sedatives I am getting back
To look upon the right hand
Where all is turned at stack
And wherever you land

There is more excitement
To be seen in after a close
That was enlightenment
All hands that chose

There is a miller spell lingering blood
That was a reconciled mark
To be the one inside the great flood
And going along in the dark

That was how I got to get down
And let you know of a coming brown

Pop Sonnet #4745

So dry to just feel like
That it will not go away
Until the third or fourth spike
I would have to pray

For the teachers of the classes
That they share the knowledge
And will get back onto passes
In case you drop out of college

And I had already been chosen
For that coming wave of rushes
That was all about the knowing
The answers that it flushes

To be as far as you can get
Without being anywhere near done yet

Pop Sonnet #4746

That is really scriptural
To find a location spot
That was meta natural
To how we could have got

Out hands became the vice end ploy
That shed one last debacle
Very realization that was to toy
A working of a worded full

And that is close enough and I know now
That pauses may come along
Especially with what is allowed
And I really like the bong

It is a trip to just practice the credits
I was just researching about edits

Pop Sonnet #4747

So to prolong neither action
Before brooks of water
That you never lost traction
And married off your daughter

That is untraditional but worn
The best of a certain type
Of looking deeper into the corn
And wondered if it was quite ripe

And they will cover the other spot
Gently when you wear
The cloudy lines simply blur a lot
And accompany us all to the fair

Where we are headed is where we will go
I really really want you to know

Pop Sonnet #4748

That is about the level I chose
Before looking to cross on the sign
That was just a heresy after imposed
All around the curious line

That was about as structured
As a green light lets you through
Road trip storybook cured
All after the one renewed

And I could ride upon the ship
In dreaded sea bed wakes
That was a part of a different trip
And look at what it shakes

Before the windfall threatens deep
There is a chance to get some sleep

Pop Sonnet #4749

And it makes me wonder how far I can go
Before the thing is so big that it leaps
From page to page back and forth flow
And whatever she had the keeps

Of melting wand in the ironed stall
There were plays on the stage
And if you like the early call
Life is completely without wage

And there was a system all around steady
That voiced an illusion to ripe
The hammer came down one day ready
To hand me back the long pipe

That we will have to stir a bit
I guess that was a perfect fit