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Town Crier

I stand on top of a box and cry out In a world of plastic faces, I find No one will listen, so I have to shout And speak to those souls who have lost their mind They hold anger like trees in a forest Gave their hearts to a leader of fool's gold They've become no more than a staged chorus While given the signs, they march with and hold They have sold their souls to an illusion A mirage that glimmers on the landscape They're told that reason is an intrusion While the truth is chained and forcibly raped On the steps where war and blood gave consent Our flag was torn from the lies they invent 6/20/21 contest Contemporary Sonnet sponsor Charlotte Puddifoot

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Hilo Poet

Date: 8/26/2021 12:10:00 AM

An intensive sonnet that you have crafted with your well-appointed words, Frederic, my compliments on your masterful achievement, Aloha!

Susan Ashley

Date: 8/25/2021 5:11:00 PM

Dear Frederic, your golden ink flows a river of profound depth in a sonnet rich with imagery and thought. This is at once potent and poignant.. the power of your pen is wielded with incisive intellect, strong emotion and brilliant artistry and finesse. You never fail to amaze and move me, dear poet, dear friend. Congratulations for your excellent win in Charlotte's contest. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

Charlotte Puddifoot

Date: 8/25/2021 5:45:00 AM

no surprise to see the sonnet master on my winners' list! this is so applicable to what is currently occurring..it was very difficult to judge this contest as i had so many excellent entries - congrats on your win!