Submissions by MidnightSonneteer
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My alter ego is...THE MIDNIGHT SONNETEER
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2025 10:49pm
23rd Apr 2025 10:49pm
Union 404
There once was a vast republic
that for its britches got too big
with a minority so thick...
they voted for a Jersey pig.
That pig was a demented dope
with no way that we couldn't tell
except if you abandoned hope
or got your news straight outta hell.
Dead, at two hundred and fifty,
which is what Krasnov meant to see
with MAGA being so unthrifty
in disregard for liberty!
Some ships of state, instead, are planes,
too afflicted by a gremlin
spiking headway in falsehood chains...
from a sadist in the...
that for its britches got too big
with a minority so thick...
they voted for a Jersey pig.
That pig was a demented dope
with no way that we couldn't tell
except if you abandoned hope
or got your news straight outta hell.
Dead, at two hundred and fifty,
which is what Krasnov meant to see
with MAGA being so unthrifty
in disregard for liberty!
Some ships of state, instead, are planes,
too afflicted by a gremlin
spiking headway in falsehood chains...
from a sadist in the...
#corruption
#deception
#ignorance #war
#ignorance #war
55 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2025 8:19am
23rd Apr 2025 8:19am
...and Song
With cadence wove into each breath
true bards must celebrate
fair rhythm up until our death
or equal inert state.
But till that end we live and love
and do the best we can
in sharing all the gist thereof...
blown like the flutes of Pan!
A gourd or reed, or tube of wood,
are only needing lips
to tease the tune that each nymph should...
in their Bacchic courtships!
Where's an Eden better than this...
where we poets belong?
Heaven was always...one long kiss...
of wine, and women, and...
true bards must celebrate
fair rhythm up until our death
or equal inert state.
But till that end we live and love
and do the best we can
in sharing all the gist thereof...
blown like the flutes of Pan!
A gourd or reed, or tube of wood,
are only needing lips
to tease the tune that each nymph should...
in their Bacchic courtships!
Where's an Eden better than this...
where we poets belong?
Heaven was always...one long kiss...
of wine, and women, and...
#epic
#LifeAsAWriter
#passion #WritingPoetry
#passion #WritingPoetry
83 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2025 11:42pm
22nd Apr 2025 11:42pm
...Women...
Every lass is a grace by thirds
in youth, and bloom, and age,
and celebrated by fine words
like wine mulled on a page.
In measurements and ratios
how like to heaven seems
when all their motion overflows
into demented dreams...
whereby the male gaze is fit
by beauty to be tied
into a beast with half a wit...
devoted to a bride...
a Wonder Woman all his own
to serve and to protect
with love as hard as any bone...
as long as it's erect.
in youth, and bloom, and age,
and celebrated by fine words
like wine mulled on a page.
In measurements and ratios
how like to heaven seems
when all their motion overflows
into demented dreams...
whereby the male gaze is fit
by beauty to be tied
into a beast with half a wit...
devoted to a bride...
a Wonder Woman all his own
to serve and to protect
with love as hard as any bone...
as long as it's erect.
#aging
#relationships
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2025 11:29pm
22nd Apr 2025 11:29pm
Wine...
Too much of Bacchanalia
and faculties will droop
but Cupid loves regalia
with something like grape soup!
The skin and pulp and juice therein
ferments into the dart
that circulates the vixen sin
through every maiden heart.
The jinnee there will drink and sip
until they fetch their fill
to loose from every nymphic lip
a yearning for some thrill.
And thus the inhibitions go
so lust may place demand
on how our love will ebb and flow...
as...
and faculties will droop
but Cupid loves regalia
with something like grape soup!
The skin and pulp and juice therein
ferments into the dart
that circulates the vixen sin
through every maiden heart.
The jinnee there will drink and sip
until they fetch their fill
to loose from every nymphic lip
a yearning for some thrill.
And thus the inhibitions go
so lust may place demand
on how our love will ebb and flow...
as...
#LookingForLove
83 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Apr 2025 9:19pm
15th Apr 2025 9:19pm
Motives
One of the reasons that MAGA folks get so hung up on the letter of the law, particularly the specifics that their lawyers can semantically sabotage to their own perverted ends, is so that they can more readily mask their deep seated desire to use the law as a jurisprudentially rubber stamped vehicle to vicariously deliver the punishment that scratches their continual sadism itch, which they will never admit to.
And of course their deep seated desire for seeing punishment delivered leads to the ceaseless miscarriages of justice, that are so shocking to the rest of us, yet it is the...
And of course their deep seated desire for seeing punishment delivered leads to the ceaseless miscarriages of justice, that are so shocking to the rest of us, yet it is the...
#HumanRights
#ignorance
#oppression #politics
#oppression #politics
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13 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Apr 2025 4:18am
15th Apr 2025 4:18am
Scatter-braining
Amid another backyard piss
it suddenly occurred to me
that Pasithea and Attis
might look good on Pluto T.V.
And the unjust have advantage
in our indifferent universe;
harder than ever to manage
when the quislings are getting worse.
But fire, moonlight, and Beach beer,
saw me past the witching hour;
the old Christmas tree crackling near...
with explosive Yule power!
The eldritch adherents of love,
comic scholarship, and ale,
and the sundry mélange thereof,
at midnight...hearty and hale!
it suddenly occurred to me
that Pasithea and Attis
might look good on Pluto T.V.
And the unjust have advantage
in our indifferent universe;
harder than ever to manage
when the quislings are getting worse.
But fire, moonlight, and Beach beer,
saw me past the witching hour;
the old Christmas tree crackling near...
with explosive Yule power!
The eldritch adherents of love,
comic scholarship, and ale,
and the sundry mélange thereof,
at midnight...hearty and hale!
#LifeAsAWriter
85 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Apr 2025 8:39am
10th Apr 2025 8:39am
A Goose Egg Moon
Luna was flying high tonight
thick with her beams of love
on intertidal wave delight
and shimmer flux thereof.
She teased the tilting bath for birds
with water sparkle there;
far, far, too beautiful for words...
was her reflected flair.
In zenith glow no match for day
I still could see the blooms
of rosemary on full display...
as peacocks would their plumes!
I'd love this sky some more to browse
but yawning overwhelms
when moonbeams coax my soul to drowse...
into Morphean realms!
thick with her beams of love
on intertidal wave delight
and shimmer flux thereof.
She teased the tilting bath for birds
with water sparkle there;
far, far, too beautiful for words...
was her reflected flair.
In zenith glow no match for day
I still could see the blooms
of rosemary on full display...
as peacocks would their plumes!
I'd love this sky some more to browse
but yawning overwhelms
when moonbeams coax my soul to drowse...
into Morphean realms!
#dreams
#moon
#sleep
157 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th Apr 2025 3:19am
10th Apr 2025 3:19am
Fellation Ablation
Naught makes me want to crawl into a grave
more so than thoughts of consummating love
reminding me of past midnights thereof
where I as well was to passion a slave
before the hand of fate diseased the traits
in the gland wherein men cum to rely
for hot love in a copious supply...
never pondering the lack that frustrates.
Then one day the horn O plenty fails,
in thanatotic solidarity...
with mortal anatomic verity
as harsh as the rust on nine inch nails...
now too devitalized to...
more so than thoughts of consummating love
reminding me of past midnights thereof
where I as well was to passion a slave
before the hand of fate diseased the traits
in the gland wherein men cum to rely
for hot love in a copious supply...
never pondering the lack that frustrates.
Then one day the horn O plenty fails,
in thanatotic solidarity...
with mortal anatomic verity
as harsh as the rust on nine inch nails...
now too devitalized to...
#aging
#fate
#nostalgia
136 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2025 9:26pm
2nd Apr 2025 9:26pm
Risk Management
I will watch for as long as I can
the spiral of reality unwind...
the kinks in its slinky link
where Justitia weeps for OUR blindness
...not hers...
as the intellectually sclerotic
and psychologically feeble
support a culture of impunity
as they woo-hoo ride
on their all terrain rhetorical
vehicles of squander-mania.
Forgive them as they know not what they do.
So few of us are as sapient as labeled...
as we struggle to correlate
our apeiron potential...
with...
the spiral of reality unwind...
the kinks in its slinky link
where Justitia weeps for OUR blindness
...not hers...
as the intellectually sclerotic
and psychologically feeble
support a culture of impunity
as they woo-hoo ride
on their all terrain rhetorical
vehicles of squander-mania.
Forgive them as they know not what they do.
So few of us are as sapient as labeled...
as we struggle to correlate
our apeiron potential...
with...
#earth
146 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Mar 2025 4:13pm
20th Mar 2025 4:13pm
Don't Kid Yourself
No one will miss a vanishing poet
whenever there's the hell of bills to pay
and poet economics will blow it
when all they wanted was to have their say
in a land of pumping gas for cracked corn
because someone's Jimmy needed to eat
or scratch one more itch for internet porn
in a nation catering to defeat...
where tortured poetic aspiration
fails to rise beyond shackles of pain
and debit cancels our inspiration...
handing laurels to consumerist gain.
And thus I bid this undercroft...adieu...
to explore...
whenever there's the hell of bills to pay
and poet economics will blow it
when all they wanted was to have their say
in a land of pumping gas for cracked corn
because someone's Jimmy needed to eat
or scratch one more itch for internet porn
in a nation catering to defeat...
where tortured poetic aspiration
fails to rise beyond shackles of pain
and debit cancels our inspiration...
handing laurels to consumerist gain.
And thus I bid this undercroft...adieu...
to explore...
#peace
142 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Mar 2025 1:23am
13th Mar 2025 1:23am
Sea to Shining Sea
Only folks over 60 know,
that the United States of America
was once a place...
where the rich paid their fair share.
I barely remember
but let me tell you what it was like...
New schools got built.
The poverty rate was reduced.
New highways were constructed.
And we were the technical marvel of the world...
that sent a dozen dudes to the moon...
BEFORE...Ronald Reagan started bitching
about the government.
that the United States of America
was once a place...
where the rich paid their fair share.
I barely remember
but let me tell you what it was like...
New schools got built.
The poverty rate was reduced.
New highways were constructed.
And we were the technical marvel of the world...
that sent a dozen dudes to the moon...
BEFORE...Ronald Reagan started bitching
about the government.
#politics
164 reads
12 Comments
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