Pop Sonnet #5830

Another drop into the scheming fluid
Plant the slick below the inherited rite
That was about to look like a druid
Coming into the present night

And now I sit among the smoke
The drifting of the cloud
That will all but shed the broke
And dip into the proud

Where I could see a million miles
Ahead of me to walk
And when the ultimate new files
Were about to go and talk

The pain I feel is temporary but strong
Where could I go to belong

Pop Sonnet #5831

Chip away at the stone the reach in plan
Where I was about as average red
The next time any of us can
We will take the world to bed

And when I see that I have scored
With all the kinds of lucky goes
That places a fact that was reward
For whatever times knows

That could be mine or once again
The awful trick of flames
And really to find out when
Is where I get the names

And when you push on into more
The opening shares the floor

Pop Sonnet #5832

Makes no sense that I am stalled
Because it seems the flow is fine
But really when you look into the walled
And head right to the line

Where your division showered gold
And reconciled dimes in crooked
The wanted man will never fold
And having everything get booked

And read it differently to show
The once in awhile fortune clear
Was the way to feel the go
And knowing all the rear

Was about to kindly ask you if you were still amazed
Whatever else you say I once had that had raised

Pop Sonnet #5833

Got into a jam for a minute now
That makes it so hard to climb the hill
And with all the heaven's bow
The chances that you heal

But in present race for comfort zones
And I was feeling the burn
Unless you looked around the cones
And whatever is learned

And I will take you down the trail
Where we can get to the head
Where there is mostly a pale
Comparison to what we have read

And sleep comes quickly in the game
Once in awhile you are the same

Pop Sonnet #5834

Seems as though the reckoning was fine
And complete with full on thrills
Which really seemed to walk a line
That all of us were wills

And you can relate to my guess
When purpose lingers sequence
Was here all about the best
And ran into the frequent

The best thing I could do is go on twice as far
And knowing that you were already there
Was about to wear the whole star
Upon what things had care

That was about to finish strong
And here to already go along

Pop Sonnet #5835

So I press into the war that rages all around
Whenever I am lost I am found
I was about to run aground
That will leave me with a pound

Of flesh left in the trace
And the rhythm breaks up fast
When the changing face
Comes here at last

And reconciles mercy the headed tribe
Where magic occurs every second
And wants to be the scribe
When going to the reckoned

That were about to play some more
Take me to the other door

Pop Sonnet #5836

And down the line the reason stretch
With roads ahead that are so far beyond
The reach of myself the catch
That was all about to pond

Into a level action remark the filled out card
And whatever the smell is I know it will be okay
And whatever you looked into hard
The call will come today

And when we get there adrift
Whatever you felt shining
Circles in the elevating lift
The definition is refining

The cleanest mention of the beast
Makes no difference in the least

Pop Sonnet #5837

Buried in the poems deep
The magic will apply
And when going up so steep
The top is still the pie

Where I could get a place of worth
And spectacles forgotten
There is something in the Earth
The lessen that was cotton

Below the root into the game
Where objects were rewards
And feeling just about the same
When you had cut the chords

That I was safe inside the room
But suddenly I was to zoom

Pop Sonnet #5838

And all I smell is tobacco smoke

And in the air I know

That whatever things already awoke

Were comforting to low

And in all the honesty I had to ask again

Where you were headed recent to be still

And was recorded way back when

And you have finally had your fill

And I will take it to the point inside

That crying will never spare

What you go in writing cried

The episodic position of the rare

That flew among the broadest skies

Where mountains moved due to the wise

Pop Sonnet #5839

Lost the number for a moment

Going onto the thousand next

Was about to put a dent

In where you had the text

And wondering if anyone ever stops to see

This monument to words and all their meanings

Which works real well for me

And keep back the new screenings

Where I would hear the call so plain

And shake in the dawn respect

Where someone could come see the strain

When you were about to connect

And now I see the day is complete with lines to back it up

One of these days they will just hand me the cup