Pop Sonnet #5930

Tear through papers like the sample lost
The mirror image of the focus
That was about to be just frost
Upon the newly open locus

That fronted into a far off streak
Which gazed at me for hours
And pushed along the open week
And shut us up in sour

Which gained momentum from the flight
And caught a moment to pass
A simple drain for what makes light
And rest here on my class

Which made for success in the morrow
Could have held my head in sorrow

Pop Sonnet #5931

This will bring them to their knees
If anyone was standing
And proper in the formally
To drift upon the landing

Which came along in simple rolls
That gently pushed back quick
And leveled out upon the holes
And made them do their trick

And infinite in ideas streaming
The mention was the same
And which ever way the ship is seeming
To fall into the tame

That was about to keep you going
Unless for now the world was showing

Pop Sonnet #5932

And it feels like a tiny piece
Like a star in the rotation
That was making for the lease
A fancier floatation

And if you mix again the spin
That places me in stairwells
That motioned already even when
The day was made with spells

And you make look at me twice
Before you judge the character type
And make me feel about as nice
As any kind of ripe

That made for rhymes to go on plain
And find me in the freezing rain

Pop Sonnet #5933

There is a choice that we can plant
Unless you see me through
To the end of the endless pant
That kept on to my glue

That made me change my mind around
The thoughts that never formed
Unless you cower from the ground
That leveled out when warmed

And I have fallen down a time or two
When all is forgiven at last
Makes us wonder what they do
Unless there was a cast

Of a fly line in the water to catch a fish to eat
And that is something I will probably never repeat

Pop Sonnet #5934

It bothers me that I had to search
For the answers that never come
Which ever way you learned the church
Was asking you for some

Prayer and uplift in the potion
Which will make us all laugh
And when you do the forward motion
The snake turned into a staff

That was about the way things went
Unless your prophet failed
The longing for another glint
Of reflection now derailed

That was the exact moment I realize
The company was up to size

Pop Sonnet #5935

This makes my accompanying flow
Which turns me on in seconds
And wondering somehow to go
Before there are the records

That made us wonder where I fit
Among the legend of poetry
That was about to get a hit
Of all things secondary

That came as a filter in the dust
And lived the point of impact
Next to you I have no lust
That image to subtract

And finding out which way things went
Before you realize the hint

Pop Sonnet #5936

Maybe I should avoid the trap
Of being involved until now
Which made her sit upon the lap
Of knowledge taking a bow

Before the crowd to demonstrate
What chance we have for certain
And staying up a little late
Has brought me to the curtain

And there are things that I should do
In breathing tricks for now
Traveling faster going through
And worrying to bow

And you will never get away
From the mistakes you made today

Pop Sonnet #5937

Which brings me to another lesson
Even is space is growth
To be a part of every session
And looking for them both

That escaped from all the things I knew
Except to make a difference
And crime was often when you flew
And looked upon the reference

That could have been as far as I made
The point before confession
And looming all around the shade
The best you can do is a session

Of whatever works in the last two
Thought I would write a song based crew

Pop Sonnet #5938

Whether or not the next part works
I will conform the system
Unless the property is quirks
That never seemed to wrist them

That split and chance with change about
And not knowing of tomorrow
Will look all around in and out
Which makes us see the borrow

Was about to finish tonight before the day
Was already over in the flesh at best
And scooted along come what may
The next time there is rest

Which bargaining will not be sold
And that is really my lack of being bold

Pop Sonnet #5939

In a few more days we will be through
The assurance here attains
The object that the license flew
Among the solid cranes

That hoisted into midair cows and cars
Like in the documentary effect
That narration adds too far
To set upon erect

And when you lived with me in trains
The traveled were amazed
That we had gone so far in lanes
And then went back to praise

The simple act that I will spill
Keeps me going around the wheel