Thursday, November 27, 2014

Pop Sonnet #2750

Every chance I get I seem to blow
Back to the campus in dreams
And if there are workers that grow
Nothing is as it seems

Because I have made mistakes
But usually only in thought
Never usual to cause aches
That turned out to rot

But instead my mind betrays
The only way to act
Is to go against the ways
Of what is not fact

And that includes all the actual crimes
I never want to be part of the times

Pop Sonnet #2751

And if there are heavens above
Then why do we all do wrong
Just because even robots love
What an excuse to get along

And maybe there are better plans
That we can forge ahead
And if there were ever cans
That could have always led

But I see different and love the food
Of today's sanctity
That those who were there stood
Along with sanity

That creeps in when I least expect
I have had enough that wrecked

Pop Sonnet #2752

But there is a brighter side of this
On a day when I give thanks
That could become all amiss
Unless there are knowing blanks

That came about when none could pass
The next time you seek you will find
There is just so much that makes gas
Disappear into the mind

The dynamic seems to pull me in
And causes me to wait
To be along without drinking gin
That is something other than a plate

That came to offer me a drink
And wound up staring at the sink

Pop Sonnet #2753

What was that moody piece
That came in papers formal
When there are cutting least
Into what is considered normal

And functions that transitions play
Are all but lost on me
Because I have to make her way
So perfect in the next type agree

That will take a heavy heart
To fight for recompense
And retribution's art
Will shine for defense

And lackluster blinding shop
There is too much for me to crop

Pop Sonnet #2754

In a few I must soon smoke
Before the pleasure sinks
Into addiction that flat broke
Comes along and drinks

The wave of flowers in the hair
That can be symbols of a pardon
The one that got you into the rare
And showers for your garden

There are ways of changing the past
I just don't know if I should risk it
About the time that company cast
There was nothing left to get

Except for a few gifts that looked great
Until you found an empty plate

Pop Sonnet #2755

It was always here I just hadn't written
About the million and one words
That I had to give when you were bitten
That made up for the herds

Of meat that appeared before me
On a plate so well designed
That catches trimmings all for me
When the fire is on rewind

And somehow something doesn't seem right
When I saw the dented trunk
And vandalism during the night
May lead us to the trunk

Of soliciting the law
Can the flowers thaw

Pop Sonnet #2756

I don't know if I just imagined this
New found problem here
Because my enemies know to miss
The way we tromp through fear

That seems to trick me paranoia fix
Of a devil's plan to trick
The only way to get the mix
Is to defeat the wick

Of burdens that won't glow
When lit after you quench
The eternal type of water sow
That way to make us bench

And if I even talk about it
Everyone will really doubt it

Pop Sonnet #2757

Differences fall to the side
When I have taken awhile
To bang out the brain gets fried
Always in about a single file

Line that never moves
Unless there prompts to go
Into the backward grooves
That dig along with a silver bow

Dug so deep this mine this quarry
Finding all the right things to say
There is not really an ending to this story
Unless there is a final day

That everything I've done catches me
In the sight when I plea

Pop Sonnet #2758

So take a moment and talk about
The left doubt to the sky
And never seems to make a route
Seem divided when you cry

And he won't know unless I talk
About the crimes that inflicted deep
Were about to fly to flock
That kept you in the seep

Of what is fallen like water
In the sound of rain
And prepares the lot her
People ran to the plane

Where showers fall so rapid now
That I cannot seem to find how

Pop Sonnet #2759

Would they have known I was fronting
And take the damage flat
When there was all the bunting
Involved at the bat

When I have to drive it hard
Out of the field eternal cure
To a made up plastic card
That got you to the sure

The case is closed to rest today
But there are times for quests
Along with why the hurt makes a play
And shows us all the best

Way to concede to an obvious mistake
Unless they all turn out to be fake


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