Pop Sonnet #4970

Hidden knowledge vast unknown
That was separating hearts
To be aware of the full blown
Types of many parts

The objective seems to fizzle out
When looking at the map
When we were making it our route
To settle into the strap

And when I wound up all the way
Back into the retro finish flat
That was taken all this stay
And when you guessed what that

Final scope was limiting the duress
Before you looked into the dress

Pop Sonnet #4971

There are things no one can know
About the ship and progress
That weapon better to make slow
The next slightly unless

There is a charging microscope
That dilemma was not made
Until the very shreds of hope
Were all that could have swayed

Never mind the tilt before
A whole vision came to best
And when you look out the door
In dreams I felt the breast

And wound up wanting to go back
The house was bigger than any rack

Pop Sonnet #4972

Invited by the king and queen
Did not know I was so sought
After but then the second type of scene
Was something that she thought

And I knew that the blitz was wired
Before the dancing ceased
And look into the wild fire
That came to just increase

Be careful what you write they say
Before nature takes a cue
And when there is nothing to go away
That still was increasing like a due

That was just as well to stop
Followed you into the shop

Pop Sonnet #4973

And when you rinse the idle thrash
Where mixed up logic flutters
And when headed into mash
Hear the machine sputters

But is still in top form always
And to press out the lyrical front
Just make sure someone stays
And knowing what you want

There are picked out lessons learned
That could have spawned a desk
Before the tobacco was all burned
And really knew about the less

Of the crimes that I dealt with solid too
There is about to be a new

Pop Sonnet #4974

Connection between the particles of dust
That is the only way to rise
And when you had experienced trust
Knowing what disguise

And we can look at objects blank
The forceful miss of locks
There is not a single tank
That further pushed the blocks

And I am not sure what is good and bad
Sometimes the frame declines
And when you knew what they had
To turn in all the signs

And waiting for the moment exact
Maybe you could lose the tract

Pop Sonnet #4975

I don't think a break is necessary as well
But you never know what could be
And if there were times to sell
The courage into the plea

But right now I feel the only heat
Where markers seem to set
The tone for all the only sweet
Type of what was bet

And when I see the maker spot
There is a tome of potent
Where all is acting caught
And wish you had the moment

Which really places me in the dank
When you had to pull for rank

Pop Sonnet #4976

Still aloof in prison left out all day
When we rummage through the heap
And when you could turn it off some way
There is required sleep

That made for shortened lines a few
But the object is to average
The air we can feel the crew
And reiterate the wage

Which really presses onto feature
The day when all was cracked
And to see a teacher
Return when he got backed

And there is just a final pause of place
Could you look him in the face

Pop Sonnet #4977

Crazy to think another lap
Is nearing just ahead as well
And when you set the trap
You looked like you fell

But I could not judge what was
The thing that left us staring
When all is made of things because
The cell was already pairing

With another spot of creation
That was gaining for a price
The second time I felt the libation
Left us all in twice

That was just the emptying out of the head
Could you take us there instead

Pop Sonnet #4978

And now I see there is a way
To solidly combust all right
When you had made a longer stay
Than anyone could write

Except for about ten or twenty
Other books that had
So many pages that plenty
Of readers could have when mad

The cursor seems to blink sometimes
Especially at the stop until
There is nothing that can prime
The poison apple will

Take me to a place that I can see the face
There is so much more to offer at this base

Pop Sonnet #4979

That is where the book has breath and rest
To finally have written some kind of loss
There is an animal where crests
Are now going to strain cross

The funny thing about that dream
Was that it never really made
Any sense why I was not to scream
For the angry blade

Had sliced through the enemy
Never make a dollar more
Just to give it back to me
And I see what all is for

Behind the bleachers we will kiss
And then we know that type of bliss