Pop Sonnet #2930

All mixed up by a feeling
In the blurry sight that fades
From page to stealing
All the virgins among maids

That were pleasant in the body
Soul and mind were stolid
And for all the wild spotty
Head for what did stall it

And among the shepherds in the next room
Next to a gang load of angels
That were flying in through a loom
In the nexus the spiral vortex is a danger

For a seed that is all it is worth in gold
That is just the usual shape that it will mold

Pop Sonnet #2931

Next to you I fear I belong
In the wake of my desire
And if you could ever seek wrong
Make comfort be the wire

And dissipate the logic clean
On hand me down arrays
That come to me from quite the scene
Of an interactive tray

That molds in shapes just like a form
The shapeless in the new
And workers seek the next type of storm
When it makes for a fourth blue

A shade you never saw before
And now you are headed to the war

Pop Sonnet #2932

A word choice trick
That disposes of the nuisance
Of tracking back instead of quick
Writing was such a nuance

Of a feeling that invades
All of my whole cosmos
Tricking me into raids
Of the nectar I suppose

Will flow through vine and grape
That will distill into a pill
And finally find the escape
Route was marked with good will

And all will be deceived until the deceiver is put to rest
Then we can continue on our ever changing quest

Pop Sonnet #2933

And I would take a melt down
Bargain it with questions
Of a destination brutal and round
And saved the different best men

Among the cloud of vortex lies
A memory of the Mandala
That takes apart abounding why
The license of the next girl's bra

That is her information
And clearly I go near
The next of my equation
The savage do appear

And in case of reforming
All will be swarming

Pop Sonnet #2934

Should I bargain for a pull
Beneath the sideways walking block
And find a second line for coal
That would be in the stock

When I almost weep for the longing for
A final say in this tragic happening
To lock a reel of poison beneath the core
That makes for what the venom bring

And lacking in fore knowledge of
The price we pay on Earth
When help is coming from above
We know that feeling is worth

A long far distance surreal lands
And it is all in His hands

Pop Sonnet #2935

If things went around in cycles
They'd be back among the certain
That travels via bicycles
Among the perfect curtain

Turning into rhymes repeated
But by now it is gone
Down the empty cheated
Along with any wrong

That could have placed you firmly
On that chopping block
Hiked you up to wormy
Make you golden stock

And wander through the silver dust
I will make you for a bust

Pop Sonnet #2936

The pattern is flying around the screen
Which rises and collapses
And settles scores by average means
To be the whole elapses

And makes for a wild notion veer
Into the lane that flies
Among cars that go to gear
Company does rise

And permanently buckles class
Beneath the cookie's plead
With wilder week of bucket mass
That wetted down the weed

And never make mistakes you hear
I would buy you out this year

Pop Sonnet #2937

Because once you have all the rights
To a memory in a play verse sure
That silver tangled reef of mights
Plunging into the demure

Of an enlightened mayor of freedom
Come to rescue a lonely town
Into the stock of a man that sees him
Coming in through leaves of brown

That windy look that pierces rain
Through the attitude alike
And when questioned empty pain
That feeds the lack of strike

That comes by way of threatening others
Even when we all are brothers

Pop Sonnet #2938

And I take it to suppose that she
Went and traveled to the source
Of the wake in my last tree
That I saved in case of force

Behind that holy grail allusion
To have an allegorical stance
To play for the times of here and now
While challenging romance

And everything will cycle down
That comfort in the wake
The certainty that you were renown
To just grow up and take

And serve the weary among men
Fabricate the rations to deal in the den

Pop Sonnet #2939

For now I have reached
A viable place to again rest
Because I wondered what we beseeched
Among this utopia of a nest

That shines so lightly
In the touch
Of admiration politely
That came to be so much

And questioned ever plundered
That universal drill
Of smoking when there be a hundred
Bowls of tobacco still

And I get back to wonder
About the things above and under