Submissions by MidnightSonneteer
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My alter ego is...THE MIDNIGHT SONNETEER
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
Today 7:44am
Today 7:44am
Forest Grump
Conservatism and populism
are stupid in simultaneity
like double down loads of bumpkin jism
or Monsanto homogeneity.
Yet this is what the MAGA yokel wants
just to claim victory to be their own
in trite double down loads of tweets and taunts
no ethical mind would ever condone;
a bitter win that the ages have seen
as loss in every facet of the act
whereby the venting of a pent-up spleen
would sacrifice every established fact
which would give everyone the hope they need
to overcome the injustice decreed.
are stupid in simultaneity
like double down loads of bumpkin jism
or Monsanto homogeneity.
Yet this is what the MAGA yokel wants
just to claim victory to be their own
in trite double down loads of tweets and taunts
no ethical mind would ever condone;
a bitter win that the ages have seen
as loss in every facet of the act
whereby the venting of a pent-up spleen
would sacrifice every established fact
which would give everyone the hope they need
to overcome the injustice decreed.
#oppression
69 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Dec 2024 7:54pm
24th Dec 2024 7:54pm
Salmagundi
There once was a punk who used to treat
his girlfriends to all kinds of meat,
but changed his diet when
he money shot a wren...
with bacon bits substituting skeet:)
his girlfriends to all kinds of meat,
but changed his diet when
he money shot a wren...
with bacon bits substituting skeet:)
#food
100 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2024 3:32pm
23rd Dec 2024 3:32pm
Plenum Dominium
I saw the crescent moon quite clear
and did not think I would
since brume of late had been severe
and forecast not so good.
And so it was with great surprise
when no clouds could be seen
when my wet weather jaded eyes
met beams from Queen Selene!
It was a double take I took
through sight in disbelief
at what I felt the Earth forsook
when clouds where gushing grief.
But by the moonlight I was blest
from Luna's sickle shape
apex clipping toward the west...
and heaven stunned agape!
and did not think I would
since brume of late had been severe
and forecast not so good.
And so it was with great surprise
when no clouds could be seen
when my wet weather jaded eyes
met beams from Queen Selene!
It was a double take I took
through sight in disbelief
at what I felt the Earth forsook
when clouds where gushing grief.
But by the moonlight I was blest
from Luna's sickle shape
apex clipping toward the west...
and heaven stunned agape!
#moon
79 reads
12 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Dec 2024 11:18pm
21st Dec 2024 11:18pm
Happy Holidays !!!
It's even on the shortest day
that we might see some sun
confirming with a lazy ray
another orbit done.
But that is when the season starts
where things get really tough,
especially for lonely hearts
when love is off the cuff...
and so to decor we resort
with beaux-arts and some cheer
to see unhappiness abort
before the newest year!
We fill the dying days of old
with brand new love and light
so no lone psyche gets too cold...
on an extended night:)
that we might see some sun
confirming with a lazy ray
another orbit done.
But that is when the season starts
where things get really tough,
especially for lonely hearts
when love is off the cuff...
and so to decor we resort
with beaux-arts and some cheer
to see unhappiness abort
before the newest year!
We fill the dying days of old
with brand new love and light
so no lone psyche gets too cold...
on an extended night:)
#Christmas
150 reads
11 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Dec 2024 11:39pm
20th Dec 2024 11:39pm
Nativity
Both wet and dry, a two-tone asphalt gray
and all the dead leaves were a two-tone brown,
which punctuated the year's shortest day
like a widow marked by a mourning gown
as she faced another prolonging night
of waning as hazily as the moon
through an overcast of old dreams in flight
as melancholy as a weak monsoon.
But inside was a vivid Yule scene
of Noel tableaux orbiting a tree
of polychromic constellated green,
offset against nature's despondency,
encapsulating what some love would do...
to rectify a...
and all the dead leaves were a two-tone brown,
which punctuated the year's shortest day
like a widow marked by a mourning gown
as she faced another prolonging night
of waning as hazily as the moon
through an overcast of old dreams in flight
as melancholy as a weak monsoon.
But inside was a vivid Yule scene
of Noel tableaux orbiting a tree
of polychromic constellated green,
offset against nature's despondency,
encapsulating what some love would do...
to rectify a...
#Christmas
#NewYear
84 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Dec 2024 3:31pm
18th Dec 2024 3:31pm
Disco Ball
Finally, the clouds began to unfold
as the storm tried to blow itself apart
to frame a post-zenith gibbous of gold
which lit the aurum of my midnight heart
as the wind chimes japed out a lively tune
as warm and fresh and full of tropic life
as the vernal glory oft blown in June
or fingered through an independence fife.
But then, just as quickly as revealed,
the blasting billows would as quick return
like some prohibition fast repealed
to throw some moonbeam medleys in the churn
as if chimes and beams were the discotheque ...
as the storm tried to blow itself apart
to frame a post-zenith gibbous of gold
which lit the aurum of my midnight heart
as the wind chimes japed out a lively tune
as warm and fresh and full of tropic life
as the vernal glory oft blown in June
or fingered through an independence fife.
But then, just as quickly as revealed,
the blasting billows would as quick return
like some prohibition fast repealed
to throw some moonbeam medleys in the churn
as if chimes and beams were the discotheque ...
#moon
#rain
#storm #wind
#storm #wind
50 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Dec 2024 6:17am
15th Dec 2024 6:17am
Dispersion
Settling in a westering blow
of mid December cold,
she gave her customary glow
so clouds could spin in gold.
Flaxen vorticals atwirl;
sylvanite of the sky;
the mother of moonbeam pearl
and the apple of my eye!
Hypnosis in the turbulence
held me in its sway,
since ensorcellment refulgence
was peace by lunar ray.
And thus I watched the vapor swarms
advance at break of day,
blending moonlight with the rainstorms...
by photon ricochet.
of mid December cold,
she gave her customary glow
so clouds could spin in gold.
Flaxen vorticals atwirl;
sylvanite of the sky;
the mother of moonbeam pearl
and the apple of my eye!
Hypnosis in the turbulence
held me in its sway,
since ensorcellment refulgence
was peace by lunar ray.
And thus I watched the vapor swarms
advance at break of day,
blending moonlight with the rainstorms...
by photon ricochet.
#moon
#rain
#wind
150 reads
13 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th Dec 2024 2:03am
12th Dec 2024 2:03am
Delphic Depressions
Comingling with some foresight frets
I see a future of regrets
where the outcome is rarely good
if ever it is understood
that within a Pythian song
is all of that which could go wrong
when the hand of fate makes a fist
confirming it as nihilist
almost as if it were a god
committed to soul crushing fraud
where jubilation in our youth
decays into the painful truth
where things will seldom go our way,
even on the sunniest day,
since all the physics now in play...
are all, to death, a grand ballet.
I see a future of regrets
where the outcome is rarely good
if ever it is understood
that within a Pythian song
is all of that which could go wrong
when the hand of fate makes a fist
confirming it as nihilist
almost as if it were a god
committed to soul crushing fraud
where jubilation in our youth
decays into the painful truth
where things will seldom go our way,
even on the sunniest day,
since all the physics now in play...
are all, to death, a grand ballet.
#universe
148 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Dec 2024 10:25pm
10th Dec 2024 10:25pm
Primum Non Nocere (First, Do No Harm)
Fresh thoughts don't love a haughty place
much as plants prefer fertile dirt
for growth expansion into space
and not a venue of more hurt
like what austerity provides
in old tough love die hard disguise
stabbing like knives at marching ides
or boasting brazen at demise
when austerity strips away
all pretense of love in its hate
with..."go ahead and make my day"...
proving itself as not so great
since greatness must encourage growth,
as known by Hippocratic oath!
much as plants prefer fertile dirt
for growth expansion into space
and not a venue of more hurt
like what austerity provides
in old tough love die hard disguise
stabbing like knives at marching ides
or boasting brazen at demise
when austerity strips away
all pretense of love in its hate
with..."go ahead and make my day"...
proving itself as not so great
since greatness must encourage growth,
as known by Hippocratic oath!
#healing
#honesty
#morality
109 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Dec 2024 6:59am
10th Dec 2024 6:59am
Satinpods
The honesty plants, standing still,
all sport a misty moonbeam glow
by quarter phase lunar halo
commanding her December chill
by hallowed fringe of sovereign gold
surrounded by a hint of peach 🍑
as if it had that tint to teach
these last few weeks of autumn cold,
where silver dollars, still standing,
are seemingly eager to earn
a lunar lesson where they learn
how to keep their coins blanding
and as transparent as a ghost...
where eidolon itself osmosed.
all sport a misty moonbeam glow
by quarter phase lunar halo
commanding her December chill
by hallowed fringe of sovereign gold
surrounded by a hint of peach 🍑
as if it had that tint to teach
these last few weeks of autumn cold,
where silver dollars, still standing,
are seemingly eager to earn
a lunar lesson where they learn
how to keep their coins blanding
and as transparent as a ghost...
where eidolon itself osmosed.
#flowers
#LifeCycle
#moon
132 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Dec 2024 9:59pm
9th Dec 2024 9:59pm
Executive Fever
Marked safe from tears when shitty bosses die
I think of the long stingy road to this,
where estimation will not even try
to have no obligation go amiss
in a republic of the free and brave;
free, that is, to accumulate more debt,
as less and less we can keep from the grave,
unless lotteries are a winning bet.
Yet in this mess they say the boss is right
and that the private jet and private yacht
are not somehow an ecologic blight
where at least the Orcas have not been bought
and know damn well that they can't trust a boat ...
I think of the long stingy road to this,
where estimation will not even try
to have no obligation go amiss
in a republic of the free and brave;
free, that is, to accumulate more debt,
as less and less we can keep from the grave,
unless lotteries are a winning bet.
Yet in this mess they say the boss is right
and that the private jet and private yacht
are not somehow an ecologic blight
where at least the Orcas have not been bought
and know damn well that they can't trust a boat ...
#corruption
#deception
#inequality #politics
#inequality #politics
114 reads
13 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Dec 2024 11:55pm
7th Dec 2024 11:55pm
Achromatic
There's abandonment in an all day rain
when humans surrender to the grey skies
and sit to listen to the gutters drain
and juncos by birdbath freely baptize
with waddle-some mourning doves attending
and squirrels contributing drenched fur grey
for a somber wild kingdom blending
of rodent fleece and bird feather display
and raindrops hanging to refract the air,
sullenly, and to showcase maple bark,
now winter bare for its grey to compare
the melancholy monotones so stark
that when the crows announce their arrival
I...
when humans surrender to the grey skies
and sit to listen to the gutters drain
and juncos by birdbath freely baptize
with waddle-some mourning doves attending
and squirrels contributing drenched fur grey
for a somber wild kingdom blending
of rodent fleece and bird feather display
and raindrops hanging to refract the air,
sullenly, and to showcase maple bark,
now winter bare for its grey to compare
the melancholy monotones so stark
that when the crows announce their arrival
I...
#rain
#storm
143 reads
16 Comments
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