Pop Sonnet #3100

Never an experience to match
With the left out offspring
That came about when they could catch
A way to filter the wing

That came about in peasant door
To wretched ships aplenty
The way to mitigate the core
Upon the four and twenty

To at least try a microchip
At the point of reception
Fallen clearly into the rip
That planted many worlds deception

And it is not a play thing to abuse
Was it happening without the cruise

Pop Sonnet #3101

And memories of the last five lines
Are faded out already
If someone told me I'll be fine
I think that is the heady

Wave of rushes to the throat
That stand so perfect along
The idle thrust of merriment vote
When you could be the song

That admits when it is licked
Unlike some things that go
Before the chamber picked
To be part of the show

And truth be told the next of dire
Shows how much I call him sire

Pop Sonnet #3102

This may be a real problem
But there is nothing I can do
Next time you go into wobble them
Make sure you see it through

To the ever elusive means
That protrude into sport
That eternal brains that weens
From the digestion port

And if you think I could find a way
To get rid of the doubt
That still small voice that doesn't say
What you are all about

That figures out the wish for hours
And smiles at the rows of flowers

Pop Sonnet #3103

The mission seems to pull me off
And now I see my doom
Because there is no way to doff
A hat at the old bloom

That will not go on forever will it
The uncertainty of angered spots
To be backwards just to kill it
I don't think they have been fought

To the point of karma reach
The only thing I long for
If there is a single speech
That could take you even more

To reside in simple ways of living
And if you only could be forgiving

Pop Sonnet #3104

There will be a one for a week and a half
That appears in the matrices designed
The way to get back into the raft
And have to just unwind

Because too much sport for one man's worth
Is all I need to get by
Because I find that in the girth
They were left to fly

And objects are compared no matter what
Even if you are against all
That can scatter by the cut
The way to make me fall

And even if I am persecuted physically
I will leave a life like it didn't happen to me

Pop Sonnet #3105

Adjust your vision to the plea
That I could use some help
To be just what is to be
And someone else will yelp

For confusion is growing thick
To duck into the subway
And be the next up very quick
To part the oldest gray

That smeared into a bled out hole
The way she handled the wave
The next time you ask me to roll
About that single cave

But for now I feel so trapped
And I don't know if I had mapped

Pop Sonnet #3106

That you have built your world around
In company and in form
To be the one that can abound
In weather to be warm

But for awhile you will feel cold
And run into a windy side
That feeling when you are to be old
When the words subside

And take from me your wish of fame
Because it ain't here yet
Unless someone kept me the same
And asked you just to let

The right ones in like they want
This could all be one big front

Pop Sonnet #3107

If I am being abused
By forces I can't explain
Unless you know of any bruised
Muscles that will gain

And there is a question still
About the way we have to find out
Whether anyone is real
Or if all is just about

The sign hangs low over the door
And you will see that signs do show
The awful things that could be more
Just take a time to grow

And figure out if you can accuse
The fakers that will always lose

Pop Sonnet #3108

Left kind of a downer on that last verse
But I can't always be perfect
You may just choose the purse
To be the way to connect

And everything I want I own
Except a car with gas
That would cause the phone
To get a total blast

When forced in there it still wins
The other type of market clear
To be back into the sins
That is really getting near

To the best of worlds even with the fear
That someone is out to get me here

Pop Sonnet #3109

And if you read me to the stage
Of a level that lingers on
Before the next of kin do age
There is time to get back upon

The mice that flee when returning home
And all the seas erupt
With things that happen to the poem
When they have gotten cupped

By a poltergeist so large
That you would pry him off of rest
And makes to work for some new charge
Unless you are the best

In which case you deserve the loss
Of someone else breaking a cross