Pop Sonnet #5240

Launched in cubes the diadem note
That experts hid from portent
And when next up delivery coat
Was all they had that mordant

To find a bigger ship so clear
That would rob me off the essence
Reiterate the swampland rear
And excavate the presence

And here we have a note of frame
That rides along with exits
To be sampled into something tame
And walked along the hexes

And without any more of the things we cannot use
I was worried no one could seem to cruise

Pop Sonnet #5241

But you must realize by the time
That things are coming along okay
Kind of a late start every dime
That was delivering us away

And when I kind of felt the shape
Belonging to a princess fake
That was here to master the tape
And then the weary being the stake

Where anything that lasts that long
Is all mixed up already for
A secondary progress strong
And opening the airlock door

To receive a handy skate
And never knew how to relate

Pop Sonnet #5242

Last time you delivered ghosts
To the doorstep of the muse
That turned on every day in posts
And with the rush we use

The very shape of certain kinds
That rescue when released
And wonder if there is a mind
Every day I have the creased

Lift me into spirit of clouds
That drift along the west
And to offer any shrouds
That were always the best

Strange how I even got to here
Where will I be this time next year

Pop Sonnet #5243

Total menace takes a seat
Because the relations have died down
And when you will hear the greet
To be a mental take of nouns

That shred upon the deck so fierce
To place a linguist code on top
And to permanently pierce
The lobe before the stop

And what I mean is where I go
To wonder about the golden mate
That played upon the difference slow
And worried next time we wait

When everywhere the spider crawled
You were looking better dolled

Pop Sonnet #5244

This is the letter of the reception find
Where nothing was prominent to train
And when there was a promotion signed
To level out the playing plane

And that is more than I could rail
Beyond the forces in the sport
And to disagree with any trail
To be right there with a report

And here we see that things are listed
Into a book that everyone wants in
That if you settled on the double fisted
Could laugh at you to certain wins

And when the function presides automatic hand
That was about to try and land

Pop Sonnet #5245

And in eternal coil flood repose
That missed a bit of the space
And was more than any chose
Before the separate case

That was about to remember fluids
Will heal the driest plant
That needs to grow to live in druids
And wonder if there is a rant

The way we walk to chase the green
And reckon that the spot was close
The very things that captured the scene
Were all that could have posed

And here we have a loop so vicious
That was after all so delicious

Pop Sonnet #5246

Knowing that every stop is full
And going just to bring the rope
That is about to challenge the goal
And return the very night we scope

And here we have the presence shattered
Belonging to a point of trust
That was the way we all had mattered
Before the wave of angry dust

That settled into mouths to feed
And here we see the objective trip
After when you settled speed
To discover the most of where to dip

And before you have the actual find
Pay no attention and never mind

Pop Sonnet #5247

This way I will turn you on
Before you know what hit you
And to record to be gone
Among the horizon blue

And to take a present stall
That was about to change
Like the way you built the wall
And settled up so strange

There is an opening to fight
That if you were running along
The essence realizes light
And sheds to a certain type of song

That was already made to play
What is the meaning of the day

Pop Sonnet #5248

And if I had not spent the term
On prophetic whims of visions
That were to contrast all the germs
That boiled over in a mission

To relate the corner tame so frank
That when I heard him say the line
I really thought it would tank
And then to positively wind

That could have been read both ways
And neither one makes since
But if there is a push of days
The argument insists

That whenever you see falling stars
The answer is to gain back cars

Pop Sonnet #5249

To innocently sweep the plague
And where the growth seems wrong
That was about to appear vague
And all around the outside long

Was preparing to speed lift
That was in the midst of hair
The purpose of the gear shift
Was to ride along when aware

And here we have the last few words
For a day until the next
When everything prefers the birds
To an illustrated text

That could have lanced before the trope
Was headed back into the scope