Pop Sonnet #5030

Something keeps urging me forward
The beckoning of the spirit ghost
That leads me often toward
The maker's room beyond the host

The letter deep for pilgrim might
And shepherd steam with guest
And while the very difference trite
Will offer you the nest

Where we have been over time tracks
The mention of a progress stilled
And burden lets be gone in backs
Where furthermore they willed

And here I trace the final notes
That left me here discussing quotes

Pop Sonnet #5031

Tiring circumference steal the shape
And when the lock separates before
There is nothing to be taped
Except everything near the core

And when you shape for distance writes
The eternal will be molded into
The very time you spread invites
And kick a managed crew

There is an innocence often left
Where nothing permanent will stick
And I always avoid the theft
When there is one to pick

And here it is with another shell
Innocence could have been to hell

Pop Sonnet #5032

Already well within the bounds
And discovery underscore the myth
Will anything have been in sounds
That all of us had been with

Until you notice that once in a motion
Was played beyond the gate
Where all have tasted the potion
And wound up here too late

Because there was another world complete
With all the fashion that could answer
Before the door was all to cheat
Even though she was a sexy dancer

And when she finds out what was placing
There are more of the memories facing

Pop Sonnet #5033

The triple score I missed at the turn
Of the hinges so slow but so large
That when the courses come to burn
The edge with what had charged

And not too long from now I will reconcile
The founding in the purpose hedge
There is so much more to file
Before the reckoned steals an edge

That had traversed in open shores
The port that docked the flank
Where army marching into fours
That carried with the rank

And if the market fills up might
Keep the object out of sight

Pop Sonnet #5034

As the role was shaking form
The thickened was the make
And when days will comfort warm
There is a turn back take

And up until now all systems go
The widening of the drink
That left us all wondering slow
Time for anyone to sink

There is an edge of spectacle
So length will shorten frame
And when it is by the rectangle
That showed up in the game

Where we would just put off the goal
And then fall into a widening hole

Pop Sonnet #5035

To even get here is hard to believe
But what makes it even harder
Is that there is so much to leave
Until you reach the carder

That was at the office checking scales
And when the forest thanked
Everything was opening sails
Into the corner with the banked

That encourage a freedom so elusive
When it comes you will know
Because there is a fortune so reclusive
That will urge the final blow

That will knock out even all strength
The way you dissipate the length

Pop Sonnet #5036

Some would claim the crazy styles
That all collide here to find
The goal was in the extra miles
While all was turned and lined

And here we have the present grand
The list of living precedes
And when there is a second hand
The timing always leads

And here we have the new approach
To life in general mass
And when there is a new type brooch
In the very next class

Where none of this would have been known
Except because of how full grown

Pop Sonnet #5037

And it makes me wonder if ever reached
The long standing term of fear
That was innocence that leeched
Into the mellow firmness near

And when you take a form to wake
The courage that was sprayed
Into the bottle that was about to shake
The next few girls had prayed

That one day we would all be there
And finding when the rhyme is right
After what types of things can fare
For the day was the last time to fight

And here we go with so many letters
Have to see what could be better

Pop Sonnet #5038

So it drives into elemental shape
That questions logic before brown
And when there is something scraped
And when the night goes down

Into a form of vehicle mile
There is a plan for valiance
That anything could keep a file
Before the next kind of dalliance

And after awhile you wonder what can be
If so much already appears in print
There is a handle beside the plea
Where you could strike the flint

And here we have the edge of dreams
And anywhere the conquered screams

Pop Sonnet #5039

After all what use are word games
Unless they spread to the side and down
And infinite to lead the names
Where we were both back around

By the time you get to the stopper
There are releases in the next morning
And when you find the topper
That was about to go horning

Into the empty spirit bliss
Where I have seen the rites
And when the elevator missed
The power came with lights

And here we go to stay at a leap
And more appears after I sleep