Pop Sonnet #4950

Reunite the shambles to the missing lot
That was the time we played
And when you looked at what is not
There is now a spade

That was used to shovel
To reach this point of the pit
And when you scroll the trouble
Begins to start with all of it

And when I mercilessly derive function
There are never any more living
That could be along with compunction
And was she always that giving

There is nothing more to focus entirely on
That was a spread that I found right gone

Pop Sonnet #4951

This is the way to create a folly of fate
That only goal to be inscribed
And when there are many showing up so late
There was no one to be bribed

And when it seems that nothing matches
I would coast into surplus decision
There are so many ways to get hatches
When you avoided the collision

There is a goal to understand light
And the courage taken a toll
Upon the very reason to fight
Before the next time you roll

On a quarter mass of space and denial
All of you line up in single file

Pop Sonnet #4952

Faded due to musical nights so potent
And if there is a cage to create a distance
That was all along the day spent
When the solar system listed

The planets one by one all above
There is a certain fan that waits
To be all enamored with the love
That fades out the random hates

There is so much more to digest still
And when my troubles overlap
The accomplishments tend to will
The very thing that creates traps

And I was only wondering what you might say
If everything had happened some other way

Pop Sonnet #4953

The grammar and tenses are all disjunct
There is not a certain style to trace
Except the very form defunct
And settled back right by the ace

There are some angry people in the ditch
That were derailed by fated chance
The disappearance of the created itch
When they have nothing but their pants

And when I think of anything
Chances are it was not what I wanted
To be the only part of the sting
That golden note to belong with fronted

The occasional mask that comes to bear
All the prophets would want to wear

Pop Sonnet #4954

That was funny that the lyrics coincided
And anything else that accompanies
There are decisions that are decided
This glitch adds the level to please

And when I asked you for peace
The numbers kept on flattening
The way we have to crease
The note before the crimson king

Was shed into opted reliance
There is a quest for the past
And when there is never a variance
And make the whole experience

Just know that we are very close to the end
But not this book no not this book my friend

Pop Sonnet #4955

As the disc will linger forth
The exception to the rule
And when proper drains were north
The object of a fool

Here we are at five and the track matches
But here we have a zero
And it still counts for patches
That we could acquire heroes

That are important to us in the rain
When we arbitrarily decide
That whatever the goal to drain
And go ahead and look at the side

Where things are made to wake
And sipping on the shake

Pop Sonnet #4956

It is so close to that mark that I could cheer
But that is still just so mild
There is time to write the next year
To be offered by a child

And now I push away at rage
There is a reason to run ahead
And when you hear the stage
That was given into bed

And now I wear out the golden note
Posit the initiative onto a rope
That was about to be in my boat
And guarded the pages of hope

Where I could have slowed down intense
The disc caught up and created a fence

Pop Sonnet #4957

I will have to study the muse for ages
The reference into the spell
Here we see the blinding sages
And conquered the whole retell

That would cause a change in choirs
The ultimate goal is still elusive
And if there are any tires
There is an object intrusive

That makes sense to me and we are big but small
There could be no one to tell you
Really I doubt anyone at all
That could be a part of the next few

And here we go with one more little click
On the belt to notch the notes that stick

Pop Sonnet #4958

I don't think that variables are wasted
And if there is a meaning derived
That was the hour of tasted
Belong in a timing revived

And now I will check with courage
The only time to fix the glitches
Was the only type of wordage
That was to add a heap of stitches

And here we see the very word
That everything ended but was renewed
And here we also get the bird
Where the logic was imbued

Cart right next to the wall I see
Got to keep it moving for me

Pop Sonnet #4959

If I could get about three to burn
I would have enough to press
There is a nearby way to learn
And sometimes more is less

But if there was a match to fake
I was part of the only take
And I wish the pattern ached
Before the wild dawn was near the lake

And your face is lovely as always
It is your day to shine
Just keep up on the relays
Nothing would be so fine

If I can avoid my normal reaction
That is the way for contraction