Submissions by MidnightSonneteer
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My alter ego is...THE MIDNIGHT SONNETEER
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
50 reads
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
104 reads
10 Comments
The Moon at Noon
Twenty degrees up in the east
a buxom crescent rose
as a bosomy silver beast
that everybody knows.
She's up and down and all around
in itinerant bliss
where every crater has been crowned
by meteoric kiss.
Each kiss a job around each rim
and holes where glory be,
where lovers might let vision skim
from sea...to Luna sea...
a madness in the daylit sky
much like that midnight craze
where sunny Selene passes by...
from phase to sexy phase!
a buxom crescent rose
as a bosomy silver beast
that everybody knows.
She's up and down and all around
in itinerant bliss
where every crater has been crowned
by meteoric kiss.
Each kiss a job around each rim
and holes where glory be,
where lovers might let vision skim
from sea...to Luna sea...
a madness in the daylit sky
much like that midnight craze
where sunny Selene passes by...
from phase to sexy phase!
#moon
#sun
127 reads
14 Comments
Nitid Together
I'd like to fly a mylar kite
of argent spar and silken string
in lunar zenith moonbeam flight
and watch its tinsel tail fling
a scintillation here and there
upon a clear and breezy night
of scintillation friendly air
astir in angel wing delight.
And by such a heaven as this
hearts would sigh in midsummer bliss
or seek another balmy kiss
in some romantic genesis...
where rekindled honeymoon love,
might scintillate...more than above!
of argent spar and silken string
in lunar zenith moonbeam flight
and watch its tinsel tail fling
a scintillation here and there
upon a clear and breezy night
of scintillation friendly air
astir in angel wing delight.
And by such a heaven as this
hearts would sigh in midsummer bliss
or seek another balmy kiss
in some romantic genesis...
where rekindled honeymoon love,
might scintillate...more than above!
#marriage
#moon
#sky #wind
#sky #wind
155 reads
16 Comments
Sights Aloft
Fourth I Marched today, for the freshest air,
into the blue, white, and gray intermix
blasting transpiration through my hair
as Zephyr got his atmospheric kicks
step by obstreperous step to the fore,
as a proud Zephyr won't blow in reverse
to mark some bootless barometric score
in the fluxion dynamic universe
where inspiration is the first to flow...
...in myriad crepuscularities...
perceived as a most ethereal show
in thermic air current disparities,
as uplifting to a vernal feather...
as the forthwith march of...
into the blue, white, and gray intermix
blasting transpiration through my hair
as Zephyr got his atmospheric kicks
step by obstreperous step to the fore,
as a proud Zephyr won't blow in reverse
to mark some bootless barometric score
in the fluxion dynamic universe
where inspiration is the first to flow...
...in myriad crepuscularities...
perceived as a most ethereal show
in thermic air current disparities,
as uplifting to a vernal feather...
as the forthwith march of...
#clouds
#sky
#wind
163 reads
8 Comments
Liabilities
Bill Burr has billionaires dead to rights, because of eminent domain logic.
Is not justifiable homicide, justifiable, because of the ascertained risk to the community?
-The Midnight Sonneteer
“The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, or the one.”
-Surak of Vulcan
Is not justifiable homicide, justifiable, because of the ascertained risk to the community?
-The Midnight Sonneteer
“The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, or the one.”
-Surak of Vulcan
#culture
#morality
#politics #responsibility
#politics #responsibility
127 reads
18 Comments
2USV
I'd love to know, I really would,
how we might real time chart
the current popularity of a word.
Then correlate that data
with an online national database
of psychological definitions...
all to determine where OUR..."culture"
is heading with its intent.
Sure, we INDIDVIDUALY extrapolate
what we can...
from a whirlwind of headlines
that now have me believing...
that we are a nation of teenage bullies.
#Hashtag #Keyword #Search...
#EDIFICATION
Or do we just not give a...
how we might real time chart
the current popularity of a word.
Then correlate that data
with an online national database
of psychological definitions...
all to determine where OUR..."culture"
is heading with its intent.
Sure, we INDIDVIDUALY extrapolate
what we can...
from a whirlwind of headlines
that now have me believing...
that we are a nation of teenage bullies.
#Hashtag #Keyword #Search...
#EDIFICATION
Or do we just not give a...
#HumanRights
#oppression
189 reads
16 Comments
Mouth Organ

#orgasm
271 reads
10 Comments
Just-World Fallacy
Think no winning greatness a phenotype
but hell itself in repeat mutation
helpful to demagoguery and hype
yet not a guarantee of elation;
just genes at the mercy of cosmic rays
about which Budda could not give a shit
since he has long ago lived out his days
with us remaining to preserve his wit,
as dead as any philosopher's stone
and only resurrected when we read,
assuming that we don't leave it alone,
in our animal haze of need and greed
when abandoning justice for karma...
in warped veracity cushioned by pharma.
but hell itself in repeat mutation
helpful to demagoguery and hype
yet not a guarantee of elation;
just genes at the mercy of cosmic rays
about which Budda could not give a shit
since he has long ago lived out his days
with us remaining to preserve his wit,
as dead as any philosopher's stone
and only resurrected when we read,
assuming that we don't leave it alone,
in our animal haze of need and greed
when abandoning justice for karma...
in warped veracity cushioned by pharma.
#TruthOfLife
197 reads
4 Comments
Shakti Osculations
Sometimes I fall face first into
my lady's lovely twat,
or..."Aphrodite's Avenue"...
where love is finely wrought.
Wrought like a velvet glove to fit
Cupid's hard cranking shaft,
all to see the effort emit
a jizz-load fore and aft.
But when the dart of love won't spend
her twat form fits the face,
so that milady's fun won't end...
like geese of wild chase.
Instead, I strap her wings right on,
just like a mask for gas,
with my tongue on her yonic...
my lady's lovely twat,
or..."Aphrodite's Avenue"...
where love is finely wrought.
Wrought like a velvet glove to fit
Cupid's hard cranking shaft,
all to see the effort emit
a jizz-load fore and aft.
But when the dart of love won't spend
her twat form fits the face,
so that milady's fun won't end...
like geese of wild chase.
Instead, I strap her wings right on,
just like a mask for gas,
with my tongue on her yonic...
#sex
176 reads
10 Comments
Shangri-la Besot
In the glen of her Seraphic honey
I found splendor in bilabial wings
far more rewarding than the freshet springs
one may chance upon when hot and sunny
and prone to the worst of an Earthy thirst
that only the best oasis will quench;
like the sweet aether from her yearning trench;
a sacred vim exuberance dispersed,
to claim a soul, as by a siren spell,
far beyond Circean in its power
to see ardency in all manner swell,
like midnight love into a moonflower
or the paradise where a love may dwell...
...
I found splendor in bilabial wings
far more rewarding than the freshet springs
one may chance upon when hot and sunny
and prone to the worst of an Earthy thirst
that only the best oasis will quench;
like the sweet aether from her yearning trench;
a sacred vim exuberance dispersed,
to claim a soul, as by a siren spell,
far beyond Circean in its power
to see ardency in all manner swell,
like midnight love into a moonflower
or the paradise where a love may dwell...
...
#obsession
184 reads
11 Comments
Panty Raid
Her giddy murmurs of culmination
were confirmation of a job well done
when heard in the seizure syncopation
of lady neurology having fun
in full simultaneity tension
from fraught head and torso, to toes distraught,
in her last seconds of apprehension
before the fusillade of rapture sought
pealed through her like a Liberty Bell
...in rhapsodomancy detonation...
of la petite mort in a plangent knell
clappered from a vulviform flirtation
belabored by woo to her fever pitch...
when the master toggled the mistress switch.
were confirmation of a job well done
when heard in the seizure syncopation
of lady neurology having fun
in full simultaneity tension
from fraught head and torso, to toes distraught,
in her last seconds of apprehension
before the fusillade of rapture sought
pealed through her like a Liberty Bell
...in rhapsodomancy detonation...
of la petite mort in a plangent knell
clappered from a vulviform flirtation
belabored by woo to her fever pitch...
when the master toggled the mistress switch.
#orgasm
233 reads
14 Comments
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