Pop Sonnet #5490

This is anachronistic at best here
Slam along dancing the very quick drive
And if I take it you handed the gear
Back to the bard in the dive

Where something must have stayed on hard
And no one can relate here
When you had taken over the card
And I needed my beer

But it is not always easy when selfishness rides up front
And wanting everything I want is causing nerves
To extenuate the reason for anxiety in want
To reverse the stamina toward curves

That could have been all settled unless no one was there
After I take a few more notes I will allow the stare

Pop Sonnet #5491

Kind of breaking my daily rule
But let us prove them wrong
The arbitrary time when writing for school
And then to research the song

And if you consider growing planets
And tricking out the steed
Made for additional land it's
Someone else to bleed

That was floating by in danger
For the mixed up certifiable
Was there a bit more anger
That created liable

Confusion was added just to see who would go along
Fear for all of us when you belong

Pop Sonnet #5492

I guess if I was up this late
It is still almost a new day
And if words can seem to mate
Unless you go this way

And head to the bottom of the rock
Where depth is in the challenged find
And now you know how we all talk
Unless you get behind

By a day or two once in awhile
The charge was brought before
Headed to a major mile
Away from that blocked door

And as soon as I realize this is a difference that can create
I realize right now that quite a few of us relate

Pop Sonnet #5493

And it is looking like there is a possible extension
Being that I am at least two days behind
But what could maintain my attention
Other than a find

And I was hoping to work for you
On screens that were adjusted
And separate the causes too
For what came always busted

In the package so you hide
A shrapnel must defy
That lingers on in the fast ride
And stitches when you cry

The last of times I brought her here
Was to watch the ending near

Pop Sonnet #5494

It is flowing but cannot decide
What to do tonight for sleep
Is starting to creep and ride
And nail me to the deep

Where prophecy sometimes distracts
And adds to fellow formula
The very words that counteract
Would be the way to warm you up

And if that experience in the night
Is too much pressure when
I barely had to reach the light
And surface back again

At least tomorrow is today now at the stroke of twelve
No matter how far you go you will always delve

Pop Sonnet #5495

Gets a little rough at night
When the bouncing board is fading
And reminder why it is bright
Unless the lights are aiding

To a mask that sees through stone
And any other object
Except just like a comic book stone
Shaped like the only project

That will not work but I will use it anyway
It is not like streams always jive
And I am going to take the play
That you were still alive

Just in some other form like a particle
I just wish I read the article

Pop Sonnet #5496

Now I know why I only do ten
And tomorrow may be skipped
But that makes no sense right now when
Tomorrow is the time to get slipped

Into the raging clocks that confuse us all when followed
About by now I wouldn't have to worry
But when you turn to ask if the level hollowed
Maybe I should make it a thing to hurry

But if I reckon with nights that found
A causeway so complete
There are dire visions grounded
To the day of heat

And if we pass on by the crew
They will suggest a thing or two

Pop Sonnet #5497

What would happen if I rearranged
My night and day all week
Coming into minute changed
The division when you speak

And hold on to the cushion handle
Goosed in storms of heat
There we relight any candle
Just to take a seat

And here the words in rapid fire
Dance around and interchanging
The realistic way to have a desire
Is to head along the ranging

The scope that dances with equipment taken
Unless someone else was mistaken

Pop Sonnet #5498

Almost to that saving part
But I have two to go
Which really considers you to chart
The ample light in flow

That will admire us when inside
The reason is too common
Next I feel the very pride
Was stolen when you saw them

And now I realize there are no things to add to the launch
Disappearing every which way to plague
And if you were worried about the haunch
Know that I will never touch her leg

Unless she asks me to or likes it
No one makes mistakes when you spike it

Pop Sonnet #5499

Last of all the hundred ended
Then a thousand more this year
Even when the world depended
On a larger copy gear

Up then because it is coming
The ways are not to shout
And unless you hear me drumming
Sometimes I will doubt

That anyone has followed me before I see the new
And everyday I add a thing
Sometimes a thing or two
That stands along the very sting

That was administered to me at first
And then the internet just burst