Phillip Garcia Poet Sonnet

Information Age Injustice

This hi-tech table set unfolds unfair
For words inscribed to turn romances ripe,
Since just by finger-click can loves compare
Verse penned for they against their archetype.
Alexandria’s tomes are phone condensed
The same as Congress holds its truths we scroll;
And though indignance now is evidenced,
I do confess at times I online stroll.
But seriously - What cruel circumstance!
If mine was paint - sad Lisa’s moans you’d hear!
da Vinci’s grin exclaims I’ve got no chance 
To stir feminine swoons, near well as Shakespeare.
   Instead, self-conscious rhymes self-pity lurch,
    From fear my muse knows how to Google search.

1/31/2017

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Sunita U.D Palawon February 8, 2017 at 11:04 PM A different take on the contest. Well done. Congrats on your win! :)

John Lawless February 7, 2017 at 9:38 PM Nicely done Phillip, nice use of the phrase "but seriously" as the intro to the subtle shift of tone. A fun sonnet that said "You must read me again....mustn't you?" Thanks for entering the contest

Reason A. Poteet February 7, 2017 at 3:15 PM Confession is good for the soul. A thorough sonnet. I enjoyed your humor. Congratulations

Darren White January 31, 2017 at 11:43 PM Those last two lines say it all... My Wednesday has started... I am starting a soul-search for positivity. Darren White February 1, 2017 at 3:34 AM It's only one day, we can do it. But even when not, it's okay you know, try is the best we can do! Phillip Garcia February 1, 2017 at 1:45 AM Ah hell. I guess it is Wednesday. I better change the tune of this sappy crappy I'm writing for that Stepping through Time prompt. I guess Cleopatra gets a happy dance after all