24th January 2014

Sonnet 78


 We are what is the cyber bully's Muse,

A fountainhead pouring black poison verse,

Keyboard punched flat for suicidal use

Anons anon anon and on disperse.

Stuff that can never make young infants sing,

 Disable peer fear,  set doves free to fly,

Restore some gladness to broken of wing,

Distinguish comeuppance from majesty.

Yeah, it's been my effrontery to compile

Seventy seven sonnets rhymed by thee,

Distorted by  21st century style;

Halfway done* - I'm thinking - leave it be.

     I can't; I need you to help me advance 

     In  pure poetry through my ignorance.


*Shakespeare had  154 sonnets published.