Pop Sonnet #4930

That was a bit of a challenge still
Finding out what I can stake
And when you return the thrill
Make sure there is no mistake

And when I get to the frequent
Lock of a stall before dim
There is an eternal sequence
That was around for the grim

And I was already choking
Before you turned on the light
They are always on stoking
The company was alright

Until they looked into the doorway
And the level mixed with the prey

Pop Sonnet #4931

So there are times of forgiving
The weapons were not even used
And when you really start living
And came around all confused

So I push on with the writing
And I will flow like a well
Keep me up into the tiding
And deliver us from hell

There are so many of the dissections
That I lost track of all time
And to be burning intersections
Going to trip on the sign

And when I get all my bearings
It does not mean they were not caring

Pop Sonnet #4932

If you ask me to get through the chores all
There is no time to look for
Hesitate for the balloon ball
And write along to the core

Where the children were all playing
Wondering if this is for them
And no one else had been staying
Everywhere there was a trim

And if you keep track of my day
There is not much going on
Until you look wildly at the say
Meant to push it where it belongs

And now I get to the next verse
Without a reason to curse

Pop Sonnet #4933

Closing the gap which is still long
Because a week is still a goal
To be there with all the throngs
That made up a point to bowl

For the curative motion of the relay
And when you pushed into dusk
There are messages to convey
To get me into the tusks

Of an animal I saw out in the wild
Three of them were closing in
And if you just take the filed
To be longing for the sin

And I know there is dead time out
I am just as tired about

Pop Sonnet #4934

And each time it presses on me
That there are so many
To remain the firmer free
That was to chose any

And I am tired as anyone could be
There is a lesson in art
That was about to give in glee
Single file from the part

So just deliver the mail on route
To a final resting point still
That was just what it was about
Had to share your fill

And even if I rested for more days
The ending was the one betrayed

Pop Sonnet #4935

That was only half but it seems to be quite faded
From the memory of those ahead
But you know that is asking for the traded
Mercy comes to be read

And I am not very seamless
To be around in the grave
And there are motions that dreamless
Would very well have to save

There are positions in timing
That linger on for the work
That was elevated signing
To be the one with the clerk

That I knew would be around soon
Follow your eyes to look at noon

Pop Sonnet #4936

If only I saw each one as their own
Which in ways I do but relax
Just because there are now ten full grown
That was to look back at the axe

And I am still full of the drink
That was readily invited
To be where the messages sink
And when the motion is sighted

There are many things to answer
To look into the full flame
And if there are any dancers
Save them for your new game

Just about later when finished
Certainly partakes of image

Pop Sonnet #4937

I could have taken the founded
And refurbished all the chairs
Just make sure the lesson grounded
The softer of feelings in tears

I would not have tackled racers
To be the men in the cage
That was as reckless as tracers
And just looked at your age

When I get through just a few more
Before I look into the paused
There is just a figure eight store
That came about when they caused

There is really nothing else I could write that would work
And I know the few of rides were always for the perk

Pop Sonnet #4938

If there was a style forming about to worsen clean
There is motivation in the death defying scene
And that breaks with the formula ever so machine
That was just about to recklessly abate the green

And I look around from here
Almost to see the end
And in case of any tear
They could be your friend

So just recognize the plywood
That was about to be downed
And if there was just his own good
For all the epics around

And if I saw all the problems taken
There was never any mistaken

Pop Sonnet #4939

Just about to turn the corner when
A bat came flying in the trace
And if you bother us all again
I will just take and erase

The lost core of sharpening games
And there are moments to lose
The fishing was still about the same
And what pole would you choose

There is nothing to eliminate
Beside a map to the house
That would have seen us through the plate
Just because nothing was loused

Before I set the record straight I want to be with you
Could you ever look all the way down into