Submissions by MidnightSonneteer
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My alter ego is...THE MIDNIGHT SONNETEER
The Doomsday Clock
What is youth but a false sense of security:
a fantasy...
shattered by the increasing years.
And what will the memory of love do...
ultimately...
but help us to cosy into a grave.
No action is immune to the absurd,
or the brutality of reduction
in the rapine ebb of amenity.
The carnage fulcrum has been crossed
beyond the butcher's block... of holocaust.
90 seconds to midnight.
a fantasy...
shattered by the increasing years.
And what will the memory of love do...
ultimately...
but help us to cosy into a grave.
No action is immune to the absurd,
or the brutality of reduction
in the rapine ebb of amenity.
The carnage fulcrum has been crossed
beyond the butcher's block... of holocaust.
90 seconds to midnight.
#earth
#SelfHarm
#vulnerability
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Insignificance
Oblivion is sounding good right now.
I have no good will left for appeal
and only faith in reason anyhow
as it does so much more than zeal,
though zeal gets all of the accolades
because we love a vivacious tale,
cinema, or games, with bullets and blades
when suburban life has gotten stale.
Too drab are the axes X, Y, and Z
unless by artillery to explode
any and all forms of an enemy
well within the range of targeting mode.
And that mode will not recognize zeal
or the obsolescence of human thought ...
I have no good will left for appeal
and only faith in reason anyhow
as it does so much more than zeal,
though zeal gets all of the accolades
because we love a vivacious tale,
cinema, or games, with bullets and blades
when suburban life has gotten stale.
Too drab are the axes X, Y, and Z
unless by artillery to explode
any and all forms of an enemy
well within the range of targeting mode.
And that mode will not recognize zeal
or the obsolescence of human thought ...
#dark
#despair
#humankind
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Phantasm Turbo Flux
A multi layered lofty screen of mist
did what it could to hide the moon and stars,
but the mix was a scene so beauty kissed
I wondered at theurgy in isobars;
a transubstantiation of rare gas
Into astral argent and lunar gold
as spagyric miracle come to pass
in the blear of dungeon undercroft cold
sweeping a dew of dreams across the sky;
a net to drag the slumbrous aerosphere
like Morpheus with a fathomless sigh
adding still more depth every haunting year
to the stupor strata of humankind...
a substrate...for the...
did what it could to hide the moon and stars,
but the mix was a scene so beauty kissed
I wondered at theurgy in isobars;
a transubstantiation of rare gas
Into astral argent and lunar gold
as spagyric miracle come to pass
in the blear of dungeon undercroft cold
sweeping a dew of dreams across the sky;
a net to drag the slumbrous aerosphere
like Morpheus with a fathomless sigh
adding still more depth every haunting year
to the stupor strata of humankind...
a substrate...for the...
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Apollo!
Brilliant Luna shines tonight
Into our humble yard
with a heavenly golden light
I cannot disregard.
So lovely is that lunar gold
that I am by its force
compelled to think of thoughts untold
and of their utmost source!
And so my thoughts to craters go
and all their impact ways
of high albedo afterglow
seen from ejecta rays...
which tell us of the lunar past
and all the hits it took
from meteor and comet blast...
our naked eyes forsook!
Into our humble yard
with a heavenly golden light
I cannot disregard.
So lovely is that lunar gold
that I am by its force
compelled to think of thoughts untold
and of their utmost source!
And so my thoughts to craters go
and all their impact ways
of high albedo afterglow
seen from ejecta rays...
which tell us of the lunar past
and all the hits it took
from meteor and comet blast...
our naked eyes forsook!
#moon
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Easterlies
A lone crow perched on a breeze bobbing bough
clutching it like a floatation device
with every bit of its feathered know-how
foundering on high like a sacrifice,
to Eurus, and full afternoon sun,
blasting glory to every dancing tree
in sky blue by the cerulean ton,
and freshest barometric liberty!
Soon enough, the crow abandoned its post
to flotsam away on knackered wings
perhaps seeking a branch, not so utmost,
or to scratch the grass for edible things.
Fare thee well, oh breeze...
clutching it like a floatation device
with every bit of its feathered know-how
foundering on high like a sacrifice,
to Eurus, and full afternoon sun,
blasting glory to every dancing tree
in sky blue by the cerulean ton,
and freshest barometric liberty!
Soon enough, the crow abandoned its post
to flotsam away on knackered wings
perhaps seeking a branch, not so utmost,
or to scratch the grass for edible things.
Fare thee well, oh breeze...
#sky
#spring
#sun
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The Vault of Heaven
Constellation Leo westerly leaps
as if pouncing after the setting moon
when all the while humanity sleeps
much to the relief of every racoon
who know full well that midnight will not last
and to make the most of the peace it gives,
like a leftover slice of Yule past;
a dark comfort modicum that still lives
in the cool hours of every night
zephyred wide open for each vista star
beyond the faintest plodding satellite
gamboling the early warning radar...
watching the heavens no where near as much,
as an idealist...just out...
as if pouncing after the setting moon
when all the while humanity sleeps
much to the relief of every racoon
who know full well that midnight will not last
and to make the most of the peace it gives,
like a leftover slice of Yule past;
a dark comfort modicum that still lives
in the cool hours of every night
zephyred wide open for each vista star
beyond the faintest plodding satellite
gamboling the early warning radar...
watching the heavens no where near as much,
as an idealist...just out...
#motivational
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Cum-uppance!
The trees say the wind is real
as do the clouds above,
and in the sonic appeal
of every flapping dove.
And passive chimes by moving air
tell us of invisible things
at work to free us from despair
more faithfully than angel wings.
Yet, heed the breeze up in a rush
because the sky will let you know
when that orthodox April hush
is soon about to huff and blow!
Then hatches must down batten be
when Stormy knickers start to twist
into the hard reality...
of pornstars you have rudely kissed.
as do the clouds above,
and in the sonic appeal
of every flapping dove.
And passive chimes by moving air
tell us of invisible things
at work to free us from despair
more faithfully than angel wings.
Yet, heed the breeze up in a rush
because the sky will let you know
when that orthodox April hush
is soon about to huff and blow!
Then hatches must down batten be
when Stormy knickers start to twist
into the hard reality...
of pornstars you have rudely kissed.
#money
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154 Sonnets
Each a verse form of cathexis selfie
where Shakespeare linked his ink with how to think
about what we would call psychology
packaged as an Elizabethan shrink
in a pre-Freudian disposition
pre-empting any Oedipal complex
or too withal awkward disquisition
in the canon days of renaissance sex
when fretfulness was as much troth plighted
as syphilis by an alehouse knave
or a wench to see a knighthood blighted
until nullified by a churchyard grave...
as their sliding pain and pleasure scale
also brought them to little...
where Shakespeare linked his ink with how to think
about what we would call psychology
packaged as an Elizabethan shrink
in a pre-Freudian disposition
pre-empting any Oedipal complex
or too withal awkward disquisition
in the canon days of renaissance sex
when fretfulness was as much troth plighted
as syphilis by an alehouse knave
or a wench to see a knighthood blighted
until nullified by a churchyard grave...
as their sliding pain and pleasure scale
also brought them to little...
#bittersweet
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Gravimetric
The moon betwixt the new and full
goes through the afternoon,
then from the full the Earth will pull
it back to newly lune.
And thus as heaven's shuttlecock
it rackets to and fro
above the sultry summer stock
and over winter snow.
Thereby is how the game is played,
by every planetoid,
in varied orbitals arrayed
throughout the stellar void...
where nothing postulates the math
no entity at all
but nature as a psychopath
who likes to have things fall.
goes through the afternoon,
then from the full the Earth will pull
it back to newly lune.
And thus as heaven's shuttlecock
it rackets to and fro
above the sultry summer stock
and over winter snow.
Thereby is how the game is played,
by every planetoid,
in varied orbitals arrayed
throughout the stellar void...
where nothing postulates the math
no entity at all
but nature as a psychopath
who likes to have things fall.
#earth
#universe
#moon #astronomy
#moon #astronomy
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East of The Sun
Sailing through the bluest skies
were the towering clouds of spring,
as if they were a ketch that flies
or kites upon a lengthy string!
And sure the breeze was fresh and true
at play through every leafing tree
offset against that sunset blue,
and birds in busybody glee!
That sundown was approaching fast
and the clouds were scattering fleet,
just like a squadron at full mast
rigged as white as a ghosting sheet
making way for the newest moon...
now creeping...
into...
were the towering clouds of spring,
as if they were a ketch that flies
or kites upon a lengthy string!
And sure the breeze was fresh and true
at play through every leafing tree
offset against that sunset blue,
and birds in busybody glee!
That sundown was approaching fast
and the clouds were scattering fleet,
just like a squadron at full mast
rigged as white as a ghosting sheet
making way for the newest moon...
now creeping...
into...
#sun
#sky
#clouds #wind
#clouds #wind
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Where's Daddy?
No lumpenproletariat allowed,
or even old fashioned non-combatants,
to survive the new killing fields plowed
by techno-feudal targeting patents
designed for destruction block by block,
instead of soldiers duel by duel,
until depleting its carpet bomb stock
or the bombers run out of noxious fuel.
Yet still the algorithm looks for him
until the mission is declared complete
when something like a special cryptonym
sends troops to search each mortuary street,
since daddy may have eluded the bomb...
which made kibble out of the...
or even old fashioned non-combatants,
to survive the new killing fields plowed
by techno-feudal targeting patents
designed for destruction block by block,
instead of soldiers duel by duel,
until depleting its carpet bomb stock
or the bombers run out of noxious fuel.
Yet still the algorithm looks for him
until the mission is declared complete
when something like a special cryptonym
sends troops to search each mortuary street,
since daddy may have eluded the bomb...
which made kibble out of the...
#heartbroken
#shame
#despair
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Feedback Loop
Like echoes in experimental fade
we are cosmic lab rats forevermore
upon a spinning petri dish arrayed
against a vast sterility splendor
of bottomless ambiguity black
endorsing more discontinuity
by its grotesque labyrinthine attack
on our burgeoning acuity.
What might such a testing place be for
but to see shadows cast in Plato's cave
as reiteration's recurring wave
lapping on our existential shore...
with only suicide and homicide
on offer when we swim against the tide?
And only evidence in a lab or...
we are cosmic lab rats forevermore
upon a spinning petri dish arrayed
against a vast sterility splendor
of bottomless ambiguity black
endorsing more discontinuity
by its grotesque labyrinthine attack
on our burgeoning acuity.
What might such a testing place be for
but to see shadows cast in Plato's cave
as reiteration's recurring wave
lapping on our existential shore...
with only suicide and homicide
on offer when we swim against the tide?
And only evidence in a lab or...
#universe
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