Pop Sonnet #730

Reading minds for the sake of it
In shape for things to come
Whatever seems to dislodge kit
For shiny is the thumb

That spiked up when catcher's mitt
Drop four thousand local
Bringing back the spit
Length was differing for focal

And the point we can see through
Left a dent in your prism
Paradigm is for the way to renew
And not mad at you over schisms

Because we should treat other religions respectfully
Not draw them all to anger pointlessly

Pop Sonnet #731

Take heart, there is the research
Done from far away
Success manipulated in Church
But in a good way for they

Know of what you search for
In the private sector
Come and look through my door
The way we called each vector

As a place in the GPS
Fear refracting off of lightning
That saves a better guess
Of cuddled in my quieting

That features on the prowl
To the twelve foot scowl

Pop Sonnet #732

Always appears a bit more easy
When your mind has just been read
I don't mind it when the weather's breezy
But prefer the wind to be dead

Because the heating up is a nicer fate
Unless your object lesson
Came in far too late
And repeated the offense in rapid fire succession

Therefore handle it, with a string of theories bought
Double or nothing bother you
At last you could have fought
At least there are whole new

Thoughts that turn your mind inside out
And double check for the linguist in the route

Pop Sonnet #733

By this time some have asked if it is easy to do
But then you think you've doubled back
And just left more that is with blue
About the scaling stormy sky that always feels the sack

Burning up the Autumn leaves
In the midst of Summer
When do you need to be reaves
That makes you call the plumber

Unless the problem fixes itself helped
I knew it freaking would
A dog across the street made sure it yelped
For your very own good

That mesmerizes back boards in the seamless paragon
And without you even looking back you knew they were gone

Pop Sonnet #734

Abrupt, oh yes, that phalanx switch
At the track directional
For the train that blows though the ditch
Without missing a sectional

And we rely on commerce
To pave the way to more
Richer than what is worse
Attraction to the store

That pulls you in with cinema
No matter what the cost
And somewhere at the end of a
Life line you will be lost

In the place that you'd been before
But never quite what it looked like for sure

Pop Sonnet #735

Remembered right away that you were definitely there
Government makes a lot of rules
But lenience is in the the air
Of salvation at the voting schools

Which reminds me of the time that I fought over a poem
That made me feel complete
Without wandering alone
And I only barely went up the street

About fifty yards or so
Before I doubled back
And once in awhile you will know
That life is in the pack

Of packing thoughts as empty so they can be made full
That is twice as empty as if it fell through a hole

Pop Sonnet #736

Cruising around in Antarctica
No terrain safe to walk
Rocks everywhere, everywhere
Stop at the school for a block

The teacher met me in a room too small to speak
But as I waited for her
I could have waited all the week
Long and longer because I had to blur

That line between why we respect those that rear us
Never mind the cruising for the teacher
Always so near and dear to such
Examples that they made even when sneaking past the bleachers

And if my hovercraft stops floating over rocks
I'll turn over just one more time to check the morning clocks

Pop Sonnet #737

Always a slight symbol left in word games quite a lot
That stumbled through the vintage board
And made a par with starboard and aft in the lot
Didn't beat the alarm today, half way through you scored

A big old toast and that is not made out of bread
Imposing what you gift for logical
The lines are made up from a stead
Fast and wealthy furnishes the flaws in typical

Programs that tend to make for glitches
Captivating young minds in audiences fiction
Missing what your situation is
That could have put you back in use of harder to use diction

And could have shared with that saved writers looking back the next day
Makes you wonder just how long before you cannot pay

Pop Sonnet #738

If you beat the system, then you might as well make improvements
Unless you think it is perfect the way it is, like I do
Whatever makes you wish away those few and far between movements
One tiny touch goes a long long way for you

But in awhile you'll understand why things are full of sleep
That wonder upon days that you were frustrated
And if you pull hard enough on the rip cord, you'll fall into deep
Waters with a parachute, made it worth the intimidated

Feeling comes back when you've had one too many
Days of important benders that misery wasn't invited
Maybe that is how it works in New Guinea
But not anyplace you've ever been to lighted

A lit candle that was in the midst of your path
And forever when you see it, you wish a quest of wrath

Pop Sonnet #739

That blindingly keeps writing with a strong ferocity
But wraps it up in whatever linen was chosen
Sometimes I wonder how things fire off with velocity
And make sure the double bill doesn't make you find the frozen

Foods that taste good heated up, you know there are a few
Unless you like the way it tastes
Addictive through and through
The objects here are never in waste

Wait a few minutes, you'll catch up, you will
Offer the logical equipment to the cause
And beat you to the punch when you beat me to the pill
Might as well start pointing out my flaws

Like typos and misappropriated grammar
If that don't keep you busy, it will at least bring down the hammer