Submissions by MidnightSonneteer
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My alter ego is...THE MIDNIGHT SONNETEER
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jan 2025 8:45pm
29th Jan 2025 8:45pm
Uncle Scam
All he did was make lots of threats
and still he got the votes
from white folks with bajillion frets
stoked by kazillion gloats.
They were the smash mouth runagates
who mostly had it good,
except for all their mental states;
as brittle as dead wood...
where moral muscle had been found,
perhaps when they were six,
but now their morals are unsound
all due to MAGA tricks.
The kind that turns a decent kid
into a raging troll,
like the kind who flips his lid...
when Bishops show some soul.
and still he got the votes
from white folks with bajillion frets
stoked by kazillion gloats.
They were the smash mouth runagates
who mostly had it good,
except for all their mental states;
as brittle as dead wood...
where moral muscle had been found,
perhaps when they were six,
but now their morals are unsound
all due to MAGA tricks.
The kind that turns a decent kid
into a raging troll,
like the kind who flips his lid...
when Bishops show some soul.
#abuse
#HumanRights
#politics
#PopCulture
#responsibility
62 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jan 2025 11:12pm
28th Jan 2025 11:12pm
Deepseek
Buddy fucker MAGA rules
but not for very long
cuz A.I. went to Chinese schools
to sing a public song.
Now buddy fucker Wall Street bros
can't scoop the public dough,
since tech lords took a techno doze
as Cathay stole the show.
But maybe Duolingo stock
is where we should invest,
as we learn how the Chinese talk
before we take the test...
that gets more workers to pitch in
where paychecks will be cashed,
in Hanyu and old Mandarin...
as Hegseth just gets smashed.
but not for very long
cuz A.I. went to Chinese schools
to sing a public song.
Now buddy fucker Wall Street bros
can't scoop the public dough,
since tech lords took a techno doze
as Cathay stole the show.
But maybe Duolingo stock
is where we should invest,
as we learn how the Chinese talk
before we take the test...
that gets more workers to pitch in
where paychecks will be cashed,
in Hanyu and old Mandarin...
as Hegseth just gets smashed.
#deception
#ignorance
67 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jan 2025 5:36am
27th Jan 2025 5:36am
My Better Angel
No femme fatale rocks a housecoat as well
as my beloved of thirty-five years,
since with it she bolstered me, truth to tell,
far beyond the phonemes of sonneteers
or any bunny in a magazine
shorn of their drapery mysterium
so notorious at setting the scene
for male gaze fever delirium...
which was always the wealth I truly craved
when often I had surplus love to spend
and she so fervent by that to be laved,
both inside and out, and at either end...
where even becoming fifty-seven
she comes across as a piece of heaven!
as my beloved of thirty-five years,
since with it she bolstered me, truth to tell,
far beyond the phonemes of sonneteers
or any bunny in a magazine
shorn of their drapery mysterium
so notorious at setting the scene
for male gaze fever delirium...
which was always the wealth I truly craved
when often I had surplus love to spend
and she so fervent by that to be laved,
both inside and out, and at either end...
where even becoming fifty-seven
she comes across as a piece of heaven!
#admiration
#birthday
#love #wife
#love #wife
62 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jan 2025 5:36pm
26th Jan 2025 5:36pm
Antemeridian
She was a wee slip of a thing
hanging low in the trees;
a coquette on a wild fling
yet eager to appease.
It was quick like silver she came
and just as quickly went,
like a wispy alchemist flame
that heaven gently sent.
Breaking day wouldn't let her be
so soon she'd disappear,
to blend in morning liberty
with daybreak atmosphere.
She went to kiss her darling sun
to feel young and new
before she once again got spun...
into the midnight blue!
hanging low in the trees;
a coquette on a wild fling
yet eager to appease.
It was quick like silver she came
and just as quickly went,
like a wispy alchemist flame
that heaven gently sent.
Breaking day wouldn't let her be
so soon she'd disappear,
to blend in morning liberty
with daybreak atmosphere.
She went to kiss her darling sun
to feel young and new
before she once again got spun...
into the midnight blue!
#dawn
#moon
#morning #sun
#morning #sun
54 reads
12 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Jan 2025 1:39am
25th Jan 2025 1:39am
My Pythoness
She was on me, like white on rice,
as an anatomic workhorse,
in each position, at least twice,
of exhilarating intercourse;
a life of it well spent and met
from camping tent and pickup truck,
with sweet cowgirl reversal sweat
at every discrete cloister fuck...
up by the helianthus blooms
or under the midsummer moon
where all hot love so richly flumes,
to fill her chalice, or festoon...
those comely targets of the dart
that...
as an anatomic workhorse,
in each position, at least twice,
of exhilarating intercourse;
a life of it well spent and met
from camping tent and pickup truck,
with sweet cowgirl reversal sweat
at every discrete cloister fuck...
up by the helianthus blooms
or under the midsummer moon
where all hot love so richly flumes,
to fill her chalice, or festoon...
those comely targets of the dart
that...
#beauty
#love
116 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2025 4:21pm
22nd Jan 2025 4:21pm
Shift Work
Her sickle blade was heading west,
before the sun arose,
up over clouds the daybreak stressed
in lavender pink flows.
At horologic speeds she flew
through the pinnacle sky
of icy stratospheric blue
where sparse contrails ply...
wove by jets at dawn's early light
to mingle with the beams
her crescent shed all through the night
on cold Morphean dreams.
And then she put her horns away
to fade into a ghost
beyond the crow cock solar ray...
when Phoebus comes to host.
before the sun arose,
up over clouds the daybreak stressed
in lavender pink flows.
At horologic speeds she flew
through the pinnacle sky
of icy stratospheric blue
where sparse contrails ply...
wove by jets at dawn's early light
to mingle with the beams
her crescent shed all through the night
on cold Morphean dreams.
And then she put her horns away
to fade into a ghost
beyond the crow cock solar ray...
when Phoebus comes to host.
#moon
#sun
83 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jan 2025 8:19pm
20th Jan 2025 8:19pm
Brand New Monarchies
Of the rich the poor should be suspicious
since we remember from old afflictions
that too much cash makes them injudicious
and prone to corruptions and addictions.
Evil hides behind tradition's shield
and unchecked influence leads to bad things
which is why old yankees took the field
to tell the world that we don't need kings!
Yet now we're told to kiss the rich man's ass
and that any sort of foment is treason,
but sometimes when the boss is unduly crass
that fomented voice...is the voice of reason!
Somehow...
since we remember from old afflictions
that too much cash makes them injudicious
and prone to corruptions and addictions.
Evil hides behind tradition's shield
and unchecked influence leads to bad things
which is why old yankees took the field
to tell the world that we don't need kings!
Yet now we're told to kiss the rich man's ass
and that any sort of foment is treason,
but sometimes when the boss is unduly crass
that fomented voice...is the voice of reason!
Somehow...
#politics
108 reads
17 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Jan 2025 2:41am
19th Jan 2025 2:41am
Birdwatching
While scanning for tits
I saw only wrens.
I counted 24 wrens...
and they were very naughty.
I had a bad case of the wrens.
I saw only wrens.
I counted 24 wrens...
and they were very naughty.
I had a bad case of the wrens.
#minimalist
65 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jan 2025 4:45am
18th Jan 2025 4:45am
A Book of Hours
A winter sunset seems like the Limbo.
How low can it go with its golden glow?
The twilight says the party must go
if we want the constellations to show.
Only Luna pays a sunbeam forward
since all the stars are way too far away
to assist as she tugs her tides shoreward
even as we are at work, sleep, or play.
But poor souls need all the gold they can get
and the starlight helps, but is rather faint,
when sunbeams and moonlight will pay the debt...
with Aurora helping us reacquaint
those nagging...
How low can it go with its golden glow?
The twilight says the party must go
if we want the constellations to show.
Only Luna pays a sunbeam forward
since all the stars are way too far away
to assist as she tugs her tides shoreward
even as we are at work, sleep, or play.
But poor souls need all the gold they can get
and the starlight helps, but is rather faint,
when sunbeams and moonlight will pay the debt...
with Aurora helping us reacquaint
those nagging...
#meditation
#moon
#philosophical
61 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jan 2025 4:45am
16th Jan 2025 4:45am
Pet of the Month
An old girl going down each morning,
after hard days making the nights look good,
with horizon cloud mantles adorning
the atmosphere that we misunderstood;
her orbits being a death watch on us,
as we clear more brush, because it is there,
and because we must make a profit fuss
until we poison all the fucking air...
the very air her posh beams inspire
like the dazzle from Cleopatra's crown,
above the rondure of all desire,
be she right side up, or viewed upside down,
like the rotating centerfolds of old...
forever...
after hard days making the nights look good,
with horizon cloud mantles adorning
the atmosphere that we misunderstood;
her orbits being a death watch on us,
as we clear more brush, because it is there,
and because we must make a profit fuss
until we poison all the fucking air...
the very air her posh beams inspire
like the dazzle from Cleopatra's crown,
above the rondure of all desire,
be she right side up, or viewed upside down,
like the rotating centerfolds of old...
forever...
#moon
156 reads
13 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jan 2025 1:31am
14th Jan 2025 1:31am
Ole Vixen Moon
It's the waning gibbous that I love most
suggesting a great lady in her prime
rising later every night like the ghost
of a lover trapped in echoing time
who furthermore must mount her lonely search
knowing midnight as the gateway to find
the faintest glow of love from her cold perch;
lost men, children, or pets of any kind.
Love boils in her stony, cratered heart,
as she just touches with moonbeams and tides
the distant planet where life is an art
and consistent blessing for grooms and brides.
And poets! Sometimes...
suggesting a great lady in her prime
rising later every night like the ghost
of a lover trapped in echoing time
who furthermore must mount her lonely search
knowing midnight as the gateway to find
the faintest glow of love from her cold perch;
lost men, children, or pets of any kind.
Love boils in her stony, cratered heart,
as she just touches with moonbeams and tides
the distant planet where life is an art
and consistent blessing for grooms and brides.
And poets! Sometimes...
#moon
153 reads
12 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jan 2025 10:59pm
13th Jan 2025 10:59pm
Insurance
The billionaires are doubling down
no matter what we think
so certain now they wear the crown
with crisis on the brink.
They'll watch us burn, like Nero did,
all from their heaps of cash,
then have contractors underbid
on lots of smoking ash.
The New Year lost no time at all
to show us how it goes,
when ex-urban investment sprawl
burns faster than it grows...
all to teach us that in the deed
is where we've put our faith;
that no torch would convey our greed...
away like the portent...
no matter what we think
so certain now they wear the crown
with crisis on the brink.
They'll watch us burn, like Nero did,
all from their heaps of cash,
then have contractors underbid
on lots of smoking ash.
The New Year lost no time at all
to show us how it goes,
when ex-urban investment sprawl
burns faster than it grows...
all to teach us that in the deed
is where we've put our faith;
that no torch would convey our greed...
away like the portent...
#environment
102 reads
6 Comments
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