Pop Sonnet #1350

Stranger things have happened
But really not by much
Go to where the wrap end
Beneath the such and such

To order a whole memory wave
About a banking system
And I look strange when I shave
But there is a way that missed them

To open up a can of worms
All over this debate
About whether or not germs
Are left on my washed plate

It really makes you wonder how
Things like this can happen now

Pop Sonnet #1351

The problem with an inside joke
Is that who will know what it means
Except for a few that were into the cloak
Without a second pair of jeans

But can you relate to the eternity game
Understanding that status quo bleeds
For a time to place back into the name
That was left for all of the reeds

That grew along the embankment of
The river that was really high once
And act like you were really in love
Until the kicker comes on and punts

To further a dilemma of the art and craft
Just need to figure out which one of us laughed

Pop Sonnet #1352

Now my computer glitches out
For apparently no reason
Telling me to have a bout
With the microchip in season

Because the autosave is lost
And that really is the worst
Because I am not sure of the cost
Of the machine here that is cursed

A ghost has infiltrated space
And caused a rift in time
Due to the machines own waste
You have to stand in line

Because I don't think that it will ever be okay
Just celebrate the short time we have today

Pop Sonnet #1353

The video I saw today
Made me really laugh
From a while ago anyway
And the error comes back staff

Because the simple properties
That should have cut to the quick
The old way that the dropper sees
Beneath the pillage kick

And why an error message comes on
That means nothing at all
Except to scare the dawn
And it goes back through the call

And I would turn it off if I could
But it must be there for my own good

Pop Sonnet #1354

Riding in place to separate the guild
Not real sure yet anymore
What the hell I had to build
And to feature a distant roar

That pillaged past the library post
The simple game of books
Ultimately taking the most
What can all be shook

From complacency I thought
What a day to do this
And if there is a nicer shot
To be all in remiss

The Earth is back in full force
And it will run in due course

Pop Sonnet #1355

Symptomatic of a flight taken
Over giant oceans
And can anyone awaken
The simple day to day emotions

Can you tell the difference
When waiting in the back
The chosen feature to be prince
Of ways into the sack

It appears to interrupt
The otherwise seamless
But it is not that corrupt
So full of utter keenness

The words I never knew to use
Unless they are the ones I choose

Pop Sonnet #1356

Couldn't be prouder of the ordeal
That turned out to define the heal
Understanding methods to appeal
And reaching out for the wheel

Undermining feelings gone
And the way back to the place
Is to mix when one sees Tron
A movie that is about a race

Against the digital medium
That we all work with
Because technology's tedium
Is worth every myth

I am not against the fact that I use a machine
If I did not, there would be no scene

Pop Sonnet #1357

Go figure that the video already got some hits
Unless you want to figure out the rest
Of why someone would care what pits
The distraction against the very best

The way that words can burn down bridges
Outside the collapsing pass
That made for an adventure ridges
Against the weight of mass

That traveled on the dusty trail
Down which one must go
When leaving by the last bell
And no cards to really show

That gamble pays off sometimes
Not sure about what is a crime

Pop Sonnet #1358

After all the feelings that arise in the arouse
Could simply be as long as they
Try something else to take bows
For the class to get back into the stay

And makes it dance along with visions
Undertaken nearby the guide
Of all the healthy made decisions
This time that you lied

About the way to take into your character sheet
After all you must be feeling quite obsolete
And left to yourself when this thought is incomplete
Just to someone that you knew would be the old repeat

And taking in the air from the world all around
Sometimes breathing deep is that way to make a sound

Pop Sonnet #1359

It will be a good day
Now that I have deemed it so
Wondering which way
The eternal wants to go

Shortening the form
Sometimes takes practice too
And the poems warm
The way they all just flew

Across the page at lightning paces
Going to wonder if there are traces
And the words keep the faces
Told apart in memory cases

That perceive the error gone away
Next time I go to write all day