Pop Sonnet #5250

And that is exactly why she stood
Right between the posts
That were a weapon for what should
Have run you for the coasts

And here we get trapped in dreamlike parameters full
Where all things make sense afterwards
And to reckon that was the goal
Where making up goes forward

And when the animal is brief
With so much slackened time
And to seek for the relief
To instigate the crime

And when all is done and said and gets to see the launch
Where will you go for things inside that always were so staunch

Pop Sonnet #5251

And about to burst at the seams
The reckoning is blood
Where there are only purpose flings
Falling deep into the mud

And after all the purpose lent
The channel to the sled
And when anyone had spent
Through the nothingness in bed

And when I was about to fail
You picked up the pieces quick
And wanted to be allowed the rail
Where things would always trick

The very balance of the wash that purposefully defies
And this town is will have to learn the ways of lies

Pop Sonnet #5252

So you can paralyze a bounce
That turns a bit to most
And when you make any amounts
To be along with toast

And here we bleed so reckoned by
The amount of travels in your wave
And when steadied all the try
Was pushing into brave

And everything that floated along
Where memories make the fade
And when the awful one is strong
You may escape to the grade

That everyone avoided until the last of their set
And wondering if any of us have met

Pop Sonnet #5253

Not so much to take a score
The proven child will ask
And here we have a total roar
Of where there was a mask

That worn will bring a challenge seat
To the midst of corners
And was about to feel the heat
All the days we were warners

And that will collapse my bridge of least
There are maniacs approaching fast
As for when they shook the beast
To get the very cast

That they had been seeking always
And that is enough for the stays

Pop Sonnet #5254

And making shorter verses ride
Is impetus of mockery
That remained the very glide
Of things in which there is crockery

And hours on end spent writing different poems
That were playing in front as though nothing
Was here to be all the loans
That settled scores for one thing

And using the same word twice
Hell I use the same word all the time
And after all you find the ice
To use it like you had the wine

That levered out into a perfect fit
Where nothing seemed quite like it

Pop Sonnet #5255

That is why you turned it off
And forced me to collapse
Into the very first day's cough
And went along with taps

And there are films to be watched
No matter how many you see
Because when knowing that the notched
Returns ever with me

And here I see the chord rewritten
About a time or two
To capture things that had bitten
The major was about to do

Asking where the feeling sent
The very level that was a hint

Pop Sonnet #5256

So I peruse the glancing rain
The chances in the quest
And here we seem to find the same
Type where there is a guest

And I can challenge you to a set
Of probable decisions that were clocked
And figured out why she got wet
Before I even blocked

The very thought that she was playing
And wanted just to lack
The very thing we were saying
Before you bring it all back

And afterwards I head down South
Where the impossible questions mouth

Pop Sonnet #5257

And the heat is bearing down on me
The choices of my roast
And when you learn all things exactly
Like the meaning for the toast

That was given freely when courage panned
The very fixture gated clear
That was about to take a hand
To be right with the fear

And I have been inside the weight
For times that shove me through
The very notions that were fated
All about them few

And that will be just why I left before there was a fight
Everyone seemed edgy that time I changed the light

Pop Sonnet #5258

Monstrous in size seems like I will build
The fortress is growing along the trek
Where there were all the guilds
And made us look and inspect

The very goal of writing slow
Was to push the bar up clear
Into the sky where you will know
Whatever the speaking cheer

That was the week to shine the floor
Before the motion was lent
And after the maker was at the core
There are articles spent

And when you rope into the corner patch
That had to be the next up match

Pop Sonnet #5259

So force an imagery to fall
That was the rank I chose
When entitled to a call
By one of the time froze

And seeing the smaller boxes
Really makes me think hard
That the placing of the foxes
Into the smaller guard

That challenged divisive thoughts
With purposeful attempted words
And to take a firmer shot
At what was burning herds

That were bred just for their meat
We must now plainly retreat