Pop Sonnet #3330

For today I will score the cards
And ask you for the win
Because it all seems so hard
When I even begin

And write about the perfect score
That a triple threat announces
When you take it to the shore
And read up on what bounces

The taking of a leafy salad mix
When I am looking to stop
The only day you want to fix
Comes reeling to the shop

And begs to you for spare change
Setting apart what is not in range

Pop Sonnet #3331

Anticipation of the rare example
Where you can ask for dreams
That like movies give the sample
Of the other ideal beams

And if you dread the desert road
For now that we are warming
Beneath the beating sun has showed
Where early in the morning

Everyone must get up when you go
And run around with plans
For a decent operative show
That gets down with the cans

That you will call through like a rope
Unless your hands are covered in soap

Pop Sonnet #3332

Strange to think how far behind I got
And now I am trying to catch
The only note that overwrought
The chickens fought the match

A fight that looked so fake it ended
Because there was a rigged ploy
But there could be suspended
Animation that turns them all to toys

And while the grammar lags behind
In the stream of flowing conscious
Where I could only go and find
The ever increasing haunches

Of my broken bones that lock
Into the heat we have to walk

Pop Sonnet #3333

So here it is at last all four
When numbers dictate words
And one day there will be thousands more
But I wrangle the pages in herds

Because they show up in a game
That makes the facts more interesting
And when the numbers are the same
I could see why so many are investing

In the day when I get to a goal
Of words that make up phrases
Next time I will solve the role
That only leads to crazes

While there are important works at play
I write the lowbrow all the way

Pop Sonnet #3334

Unless I am being a bit too harsh
With critical ploys of lower
Types of wandered marsh
Where there are tips for the sower

That launches seeds in every field
And asks for trees of fruit
To grow along and someday yield
The bounty of a mute

That kicks back in when we are worn
Coming into the flow of reason
Where the growers check the corn
And wonder when the treason

Will shed light on fantastic joy
Anyway you must get to the soy

Pop Sonnet #3335

Until it topples over kegs
You looked always good
Be careful when touching legs
It will be the way you could

Have more but never will
And that makes for suppression
Of a sense that every fill
Will ask for your impression

And knowing where you went to sand
Handing off the dire treads
That hooked into a spiteful gland
That messed up in the threads

Where things got turned all upside down
Returning to the quiet town

Pop Sonnet #3336

To turn a phrase and simple made
For all the ways that I can go
Amongst the quiet time that shade
Will run into the crow

That flew along without a cry
And now I feel like rubber
Going into reasons why
That only type of blubber

That made up for the forced out rhymes
And took us up on the class
Where I know only half the times
Will return to the mass

And I am about to go and smoke
In case my chakra feels the poke

Pop Sonnet #3337

Make up tests for a break in speech
And now I know why I am with
A type of steady but gentle reach
That makes it all up like a myth

Where we were lost for just a few
And made to see the shop
And ask what we cling onto
Running toward the idle top

When things make half a coin per hundred
And never able to catch back
Up to the feeling that we are blundered
Into a reach of the rack

And now I have a bit to do
Unless you really want to

Pop Sonnet #3338

I won't stop you from going in
But she will determine what is here
To be amidst the only sin
And ask for any rear

Position where I cannot find
The distractions never quiet
In the house it rings behind
The only starter of a diet

That I am on just to get healthy
And I fade into the skin
Of the ever known are wealthy
And offer just to go again

And even when the scheme is the same
I will select carefully the name

Pop Sonnet #3339

Notice all the proper nouns
Faded into the beginning
Of the only type of clowns
That were involved in winning

The title among the poets
And nothing will erase
The way you had to know it
Before the older chase

Was shown to be the greatest
Among those type of reels
That came back where there was a latest
One of you has the steal

Of a fortune that was ready made
I just think she is in the fade