Pop Sonnet #2340

That was close I was scared
About the way things went
This morning when it all was paired
With nasty types of bent

That slowed me down and messed with me
All around the machines
And if I waited for the plea
I would have wasted greens

So my nerves are shot as hell
And I am a wretched mess
Lord knows I will hear the bell
And then will get in dress

Before the code comes breaking down
I consider if it is a gown

Pop Sonnet #2341

All over the place with nerves
Can't quite get them to settle
Maybe when I select the curves
And distance the metal

From the space that relies on
Poems every day
And ten will be another spawn
Of what can make it play

It is effective to rely
On computers and the such
But when they up and die
I think I took too much

So in awhile I disentangle the documents
Living each day for the moments

Pop Sonnet #2342

Why it stopped me from going
I am not completely sure
Where the level was slowing
And I couldn't guard demure

So I reset the internet and then things came back
Otherwise how would I write this
Left it in the stack
Of the dream that left the bliss

For the only wooded way
That I approached from the right
My pipe is smoking anyway
And left to be all right

Down to the win I will roam
Got to bang out two more poems

Pop Sonnet #2343

So I list what makes it work
And I hate it when that happens still
Maybe mistakes are all that jerk
Can go for what is in the wheel

That you've been saving for this one
Only chance to go
And for all that you've had fun
I was about to blow

But it seems we're back to normal
And I've got a gig
To be writing very formal
And to smoke a cig

That word is red must be a typo too
This will just not work for you

Pop Sonnet #2344

Every time I write about myself
Something comes to roost
About the figures on the shelf
And happiness to goosed

The only type of driver made
Is the one I need the most
If there is a place of shade
I can type the ghost

If a piece of the puzzle is left out
I'll gladly have to debate
What fire seems to leave a doubt
Until I come of late

And if I do go take a break
Then you will just have to go and fake

Pop Sonnet #2345

Every time I take that notice
About the way I write
It will wear thin on the ice
To accompany the might

Of a million and one chords
That strike to just catch up
Writing to see future rewards
All in that golden cup

That eludes for bases free
The solid in the wake
And if it does not work for me
I will stand and break

To common rushes in the grill
And fight back for the still

Pop Sonnet #2346

There is a way to get things done
Even if they at first do crash
When will the computer come undone
And return to the stash

Of items that are used
To wonder every second here
And when the overly abused
Comes dancing in the gear

And striking out for corners reached
And empathy abounds
To take what all has been preached
And separate the sounds

From one to another you can wait
I am driving to you late

Pop Sonnet #2347

If I can just hit the spot
To encourage games
The linger is the only dot
That can feel the frames

And if I need to change
I will wear a board for you
And then to go get into range
And wear a separate clue

The dance goes on for hours on end
And when the gate gets crashed
I will stick it to the wind
And wonder for the abashed

Strength in numbers to believe
There is freedom in the grieve

Pop Sonnet #2348

Just blowing through the hundred stack
And feeling like success
Is coming right away for lack
And making a big mess

Because tobacco precious leaves
That nourishes the wave
Of a stressful way of reprieves
Can you head to save

Along the next few verses write
That a simple type of song
Will engrave the feeling bright
It happened all along

Just dig that ditch as far as she goes
And learn about who all knows

Pop Sonnet #2349

At last arriving at the poem
That enjoys the breaks
The working web right here at home
And everything awakes

The keys are getting dirty yes
The feeling like I'm dying
When all operates the rest
The second man was lying

To analyze a phrase or two
Deconstruct along the way
And if it feels so empty blue
The attack in the old gray

To see the way the color changed
And then to question all deranged