Pop Sonnet #5330

That is why I tried so hard
To match up with the crust
Maybe taking things with cards
And developed like the dust

The most I see before the smoke
Is the very comfort of a shell
That settled when the cloaked
Was residing by the well

Where so much was drawn
Like water instead of mud
And existing further on
Where there is a meaning of blood

And anything that I can do to save
The best time that the world will rave

Pop Sonnet #5331

And if it is all right to ask
Where I was involved as such
And there is a faithful task
Set apart for the crutch

Before an iron settles down
And returns to the cool
To burn a bottle required brown
And once used like a tool

That we were having so much fun
Without the string of fate
That clipped would be all that is done
And staring at the plate

Where I was just about to read
The next time I prevent the lead

Pop Sonnet #5332

So take me into the wise channel guard
Look back at any shot by shot
Reality in the finally starred
And where would we be caught

Along with the things that motivate
And drench the level so quick
That anyone seemed to relate
To the next up pick

And here we speed into the morn
The day unfolds with writing
And when you seem ever worn
There are ways to biting

And here we have the very note
That was established by the vote

Pop Sonnet #5333

Too good not to comment here
Because of that number matching
And if you handle the leer
Without any remorse of catching

The very thing I thought never happens
That you could have turned on the sink
And when there are other weapons
To be risking for the drink

That was so fine and numbered here
Like the symbols in a row
Where points make us fear
And whatever we reap we sow

And never mind the cumbersome pipe
That difficulty came to be the hype

Pop Sonnet #5334

And out of that loop just as fast as going in
Where pushing had come to pull
And I would bet that win
Was really just as dull

Unless there is a mystical relationship
That only exists in dreams
And when there is a damaged trip
The beauty at the creams

That layered makes for a personhood appraisal
Never technique too useful and to shelve
The way you handed me the usual
The very thing that into we delve

And the reversal and all the contrast
That is why I am writing so fast

Pop Sonnet #5335

So as not to lose my place marked
The very indexing clue
That once in awhile could have sparked
The very next to do

And on a tape the information clings
Where anything bought is safe
Returning to the cards to bring
The next time she sees the waif

That made my throat and chest so sore
The shipment of the weather clip
Where most of you just ignore
And spared out to be honest whip

The single feather you hid in your room
Was to go along with the tomb

Pop Sonnet #5336

I really need to go and look
But am trapped by word flow consciousness
That kept me going for this book
Was only that enormousness

That you could have dealt with
On any other given day
But now there is a single myth
To organize the gray

That was answered in the smarts
Where someone came across
With the very mixed up arts
That took nothing as a loss

And here we see another wall
Right before the time for fall

Pop Sonnet #5337

And that is why I am torn today
Not sure if I want to roll the ball
Because the grim reality may
Adjust when there is all

And nothing continues separate
When there was a layer of ash
Among the clouds circling late
And had to be in mash

Where I was taking for the squeeze
The form of rational thought
And let me bring you back the please
Where anything was caught

And you may not understand what I mean
That is the least of your worries in this scene

Pop Sonnet #5338

So it seems that writing ten
Was about to crush my mind
Because I wonder if again
There is more for me to find

Beside the darkness full on step
Where beauty erupts with attraction
And when she had just crept
There was about to be a traction

Of where to climb which would support
The unnerving episode awaits
Unless it goes into the report
And settles with the rates

And anyone that takes a moment to watch
Will have to read up on that notch

Pop Sonnet #5339

Sometimes wonder why it cannot make sense
But then I realize words form differently
And respect the very marking dense
And words and ideas lift for free

So whatever takes you there
To the place where I challenged all
To a game of writing care
To the different handle ball

Batter that was not in place quite yet
So I let it trickle through at the end
Maybe just a safer bet
That in the wave will bend

And anything you say to me right now I will believe
Catch a number falling into the very weave