By Thomas Newton

Just as the Renaissance was fueled by
The printing press, the Internet has sounded
A call for crafted poetry—a cry
For quality that has the crude confounded.
The plasma screen’s soft glow directs the Quest
For human creative ability.
The Classics that endure to feed the best
Of thoughts, emotions, true nobility,
Accomplishments, intelligence, true love,
Style, creativity, taste, chastity,
Wit, wanderlust, artistic beauty of
The metrical line, serendipity . . .
As Internet fed quality pervades,
The mindless Modern Movement’s darkness fades.

 

Thomas Newton is an ElectronicsEngineer and poet living in Winter Springs, Florida. His blog is conservativepoems.blogspot.com

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