Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Pop Sonnet #2660

Frustration at the stroke of a key
Makes for mental pressure gain
And if I can learn to be
A philosopher by name

But I am a long way off
Unlike my doctor cousin
That my hat will always doff
Toward his prowess in

The arts letters and sciences
That will make our brains grow strong
And accompany he tries and says
To incorporate the throng

That settled after class to read a page
I will bottle up that sage

Pop Sonnet #2661

And every time no one hears
The lesson you have planned
To bring about the golden years
That always have enchanted

The growing steady of the plants
And learn to fill quite more
With the understanding rants
And further or furthermore

That questions my salty look
Whenever I'm dressed down
Because I had to take the book
Hidden right around

The way to make it back to here
Is to start the next time you fear

Pop Sonnet #2662

Already I am going far
The license in the pack
That was zipped up next to the tar
Dripping from the sack

That I have packed to accommodate
The plan is to go back
And if there is a wrestler wait
For he will not attack

And I have a feeling life is short
But I haven't been to the end
For awhile I retort
With the company of a friend

And so we go our separate ways
What do you know about who stays

Pop Sonnet #2663

And a rusty chain was waiting
For the use in the driving
That kept me from debating
And calmed me for the knifing

Of an infinite design
Always still expanding
Thought I didn't go for brine
But you've been demanding

And if I will steadily approach
The mystical guru claims
There will be a brooch
That a certain party aims

To return to fairy dust
There has never been more trust

Pop Sonnet #2664

So I climb down this ladder
Where do I see the bottom
Right here where I'm fatter
At the end of autumn

And bleed the growth for finding
The retort in the fair
And episodic blinding
Will easily want to stare

Right off in the direction
Of the crossing guard
That takes with him affection
That keeps us on the yard

So I will tell you what to do
Unless there is something wrong with you

Pop Sonnet #2665

And I keep it going
For the treasure at the end
It is still not going
So I will ask to send

A mystery to the grave
But maybe revealed someday
When I blacked out to save
The wandering port bay

That snapped us all in half
Like twigs at the ankle
When I have gone to laugh
The time it leads to wrangle

The corral back to the stall
Where do you think I found them all

Pop Sonnet #2666

So that number popped back up
I got no problems here
Except that it is an arbitrary cup
If numbers were born of fear

The math is just too rampant
That gets me to a cry
Beyond the aching slant
That wished you knew just why

But is it evil just to pass through
The number so alive
And imitate the mass new
So you can transcribe

The day we reach the ultimate dawn
And figure out what movie is on

Pop Sonnet #2667

It is a lot to think about
But I've made others rich
So I will approach the doubt
And corner of the ditch

Where I will experiment with life
And wonder where the maker
Precious drove history's strife
Throughout the jealous Quaker

That lived apart from squander still
Will serve to be a king
And if there is appointment will
To fit on anything

And live to certain amounts of past
That will be the way to last

Pop Sonnet #2668

And after all it is just a figure
Of your imagination
That kept the fast digger
From the ruined sanction

That kept me guessing for the word
The one that made you sing
Because there is nothing cured
And you should just go bring

That even keel of sets books
The perfect read is coming
But if you can return looks
I hear a distant humming

But maybe it is nothing at all
Were you ever really tall

Pop Sonnet #2669

Not that I thought less of you
Just seems your size has changed
Because of what is there to
Make a feeling deranged

To get to the end of this day
Is easier then the goal
Of helping the mind to play
When you have already stole

The other stuff you can't give back
And now you run for your head
But there is nowhere to get slack
And hope you don't eat lead

Because these folks are all in trouble
But that comes to you in rubble

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