Pop Sonnet #3380

I am not sure if this is accurate to say

But the number game is resting

And if the rest was a forgetful way

The lesser ones are testing

Among the items you will check

Off of your list of supplies

Will lead us back into the wreck

And touch your lovely thighs

With records blowing in circles steed

And no one will ever count the words

That may have a lot to add the seed

Where companies are blurred

And taking all the old things down

Just don't get that nasty frown

Pop Sonnet #3381

One by one the dominoes fall

And the stretch across the table

Was the best course of all

And you can handle the label

In the same grave did there

Ever play a draw with folding

Unless they shoot back a stare

In the only voices that were scolding

And if I whittle away at this blog

There is no end to the verse

Where I can take a thickened fog

And let you later rehearse

By chipping down upon the rim

Make sure all the lights are dim

Pop Sonnet #3382

I am so close to the hundred mark

Which really comes every ten days

And that works better than the dark

Where only broken poetry plays

And asks for fixing in the name

Where idle curse is threatened

Upon the level up this same

Type of magnet was let in

And if you never got there

I am sorry I asked you

Because they will all stare

And promise things to all of the new

Features that were trailing on

Could I make it back before long

Pop Sonnet #3383

Slow goes it so far and never look back

Unless there is something you need

To get all this done before anything lacks

And crack a chain don't get the deed

Where I have all but purchased one of

The jerky off of the back shelf

And went to the sacred temple above

And followed an elf

All the way to Valhalla and left before dead

Was coming alive in the picture of the class

And I would have asked for you to come instead

But I knew there was someone that will pass

The only shrine I seek

Is the one you were at last week

Pop Sonnet #3384

Going blind as I write because words are small

But to just think how much I have done

To only know the bridges fall

When they are treated like the ton

Of things we forget to work for

That excavates the mystery wish

And of course brings into a war

The way to escape the dish

Of poison apples that will kill

Unless of course your antidote

Was gotten from the spinning wheel

That came into a rising quote

The way to make it around the block

Is to hold down when you talk

Pop Sonnet #3385

And I will linger behind the mark

Where all the worries crumble

And talk to anything in the park

That often times will tumble

Into the horizon where I will sail

All day just to get a short distance

Water comes to those in jail

Where you can put up this fence

And if the words are used for everything

From songs and speeches and poems

That can be arranged to only bring

Anyone back to their homes

And you would mistake a part for a whole

Unless there is something that is full

Pop Sonnet #3386

If you read backwards you have to wait

Until that far off goal across space

Is handling the tobacco cure great

And offers more than a face

To stick behind the dreaded mount

There is a ship that boils red

With the different head count

Of anyone that has said

When I flopped the first time

I figured I was done

Now I have so much rhyme

That everything is quite a son

Of graces chains of bolder views

Turning up the evening news

Pop Sonnet #3387

There is a wrecking crew so fierce

Company wouldn't bite the script

For the holding back of tears

The way the time has slipped

Relative to say the least

And right now I am caught

Up in the rigorous creased

The way in which it is fraught

Upon all sides with things impossible going

To bring a side of change

That was to be the growing

Type of reaching range

That pours across the fastened belt

Wait until the cards are dealt

Pop Sonnet #3388

All right we got this total good

And I arrest the lyrics fine

Unless there was a potent hood

That came into a line

Of perfect shapes that float around

Sometimes they get erratic

The hallucinations never found

A way to enter static

That perfect double score

Which entertains the bleak

And comforts you quite more

Unless there is a meek

Type of attitude that reaches

Next up you will have to teach us

Pop Sonnet #3389

So for now I call it quits

Until the early morning next

And cover up the wits

That came to ask the hexed

Where they could turn with spells

You buy in every town

Sometimes treasure chests have swells

Of scrolls to learn the crown

Of a memory in a car or make

The whole picture turn to a theater street

And if there is a noisy take

Then you would taste so sweet

Nothing seems to matter here

For this whole work is gaining a year