Pop Sonnet #4100

Never taking any time off
Just to get ahead of the pack
But I think I will cough
As soon as oxygen lacks

To refrain from an elemental
Vortex in the hyper drive
Laughter fills the entire central
Curve in the movement thrive

And I could demolish tricksters
From ever returning to the quip
And dance upon the signatures
That share a favorite grip

Of things that do return ablaze
I don't care if that is what she says

Pop Sonnet #4101

Slowly digging this tunnel out
To escape from this jail
And I want to find the route
That takes me to the rail

Station to get out of the grasp
Of a total paradox according
To the watcher's asp
That kept us all from boarding

And ran a tread in stillborn glimpse
The testimony deep
Felt that there was time over attempts
To take what you could keep

And I will laugh when it all topples down
Look again at this man made town

Pop Sonnet #4102

Not real sure if I can hang
For as many days proposed
To level out with fair time gang
To be the position closed

And separate the share of health
Company takes an ease
To rinse along the next of wealth
And copper in my knees

To shut me down that lavishes
And testifying spike
Will fend off the savages
And destination by bike

The cruising down a later date
Sits here all the time to wait

Pop Sonnet #4103

And I just took a challenge hard
To tackle with my memory real
To be a part of the flopped card
And offer an ideal

When I lose the focus sure
The tracers seem to follow
For logical to recur
And somehow has a hollow

Point below the sternum
That leaves a soul escape
Route for what concerns them
And hitch the older tape

That recorded every bit of fun
And then it all came totally undone

Pop Sonnet #4104

What I need is a longer break
Than just the smoking pauses
For a giant will just take
Sympathy in applauses

That ask for courage in the tame
Symphony starts playing
The opposite of games
And some were only weighing

The good and the bad to explain
Not sure about my dreaming
To identify the gain
And take an object seeming

Like transparency is the invisible that floats
I am still just wondering if the mirror votes

Pop Sonnet #4105

So I feel a little strange
After the unidentifiable smoke
That smells ever a different change
To be nothing that broke

And carved it up in glances shed
A mightier decision
Of impetus the next time bred
To deliver games in vision

To mentally eclipse the faith
Of where you have been taken
And going just along with the wraith
Leading you forsaken

Along with words that could have been
Something that was much more in

Pop Sonnet #4106

Wish I hadn't taken so much time last year
To stop the game and where
Would I be if I was here
Going back to stare

At the lines of poetry to reach
The plateau of guardians
That still around to preach
Can see you through a different lens

But from here I have to start
With the only words I can
Choose to display with heart
That motorized in hand

To stick about the walking green
And see whatever you could mean

Pop Sonnet #4107

Any typo that has made it in
To the Dead Tellurider lyric book right here
And force the precipice to sin
By widening what is not near

To the heart of the quest
A simple third will do
Still a way to go for the best
And feeling in my arm so blue

The color of a dream wave lingers
Beyond the essence of the plane
Where astral balances singers
And asks you for the vain

To stick a needle in the flesh at last
There is a portion that is chaste

Pop Sonnet #4108

But really when you think about it
It only seems small now
Not even where I sit
And I will offer somehow

In the void between the particles
What exists besides the matter
That I have researched articles
And asked for any pattern

Of a side of lakes into the wheel
Never really asked you
Directly how you feel
And a permanent place too

To stretch imagination longer than a file
That was keeping track of how far I make it in awhile

Pop Sonnet #4109

Last of all I would like to say
This poetry was not that easy
Even just to write today
Made me feel all queasy

And now that I am at the limited number
Of the ten poems I drop each day
It feels so much like Summer
When the rain we need is at play

As we speak it is not warm
But the moisture necessary
And the weather will change the form
Of the things that vary

To look outside and see the beauty hold
I was the one that was never sold