Submissions by MidnightSonneteer
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My alter ego is...THE MIDNIGHT SONNETEER
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
Today 8:00am
Today 8:00am
Yield
As full and as bright as her bumper crops,
she rose, like suitors by an arbor rung,
and higher than notes by falsetto sung...
in right ascension... right past the treetops
to sail through her meridian space
over the stratojet and shooting star
or any aviation objet d'art
at a sonic or supersonic pace.
Only wind chimes and crickets orchestrate
to score her silent orbit far above
our fair medium of earshot love
where daybreak birdsong is the morning fate
of the Harvest moon and all of her beams... ...
she rose, like suitors by an arbor rung,
and higher than notes by falsetto sung...
in right ascension... right past the treetops
to sail through her meridian space
over the stratojet and shooting star
or any aviation objet d'art
at a sonic or supersonic pace.
Only wind chimes and crickets orchestrate
to score her silent orbit far above
our fair medium of earshot love
where daybreak birdsong is the morning fate
of the Harvest moon and all of her beams... ...
#dawn
#moon
#night #summer
#night #summer
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Sep 2024 8:19am
9th Sep 2024 8:19am
Blustery Nights
If it suits yourself to tell me
that all of my thoughts are a mess,
then, with equal time... critically,
do not your self critique suppress.
Because I will know by your text
your all too frail state of mind...
since angry folks are so perplexed
they are to nuance...disinclined.
And so opinion masters them
as they struggle to master thought.
Then next, they some elites condemn
when sado-popularly fraught.
And, whatever you do...do not...
rub their nose in their racist crap
as that calls out their...
that all of my thoughts are a mess,
then, with equal time... critically,
do not your self critique suppress.
Because I will know by your text
your all too frail state of mind...
since angry folks are so perplexed
they are to nuance...disinclined.
And so opinion masters them
as they struggle to master thought.
Then next, they some elites condemn
when sado-popularly fraught.
And, whatever you do...do not...
rub their nose in their racist crap
as that calls out their...
#zombies
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6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Sep 2024 4:28am
9th Sep 2024 4:28am
Tete a Tete
The wife just loves to work and work
then switch her mode to twerk and grind
where sometimes she goes as berserk
as piracy by Golden Hind...
where a bodice might just be ripped;
torn like panties by pirate raid,
or sometimes just abruptly stripped
to make it clear she must be laid.
She knows I want no signals mixed
as love by rights should be long lived
to see her husband's gaze transfixed
by her libido...much revived...
it was pure glory to behold...
then beheld again and again
before we get just too damn...
then switch her mode to twerk and grind
where sometimes she goes as berserk
as piracy by Golden Hind...
where a bodice might just be ripped;
torn like panties by pirate raid,
or sometimes just abruptly stripped
to make it clear she must be laid.
She knows I want no signals mixed
as love by rights should be long lived
to see her husband's gaze transfixed
by her libido...much revived...
it was pure glory to behold...
then beheld again and again
before we get just too damn...
#aging
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8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Sep 2024 00:05am
9th Sep 2024 00:05am
The Knelling Shade
That old Janus face of hostility
is the flip side of stupidity too,
ever consummated by what they do
in their sabotage of civility
when all their eyes for eyes are long foregone.
The providential eye was first to go
and with it whatever heaven might know
to tell us of hell, either pro or con.
Thusly survivors are blind evermore
past the threshold abandonment of hope
where ye who enter with deficient scope
will never see the scoreboard for the score.
Forgive them, for they know not what they do
in their mad rush...
is the flip side of stupidity too,
ever consummated by what they do
in their sabotage of civility
when all their eyes for eyes are long foregone.
The providential eye was first to go
and with it whatever heaven might know
to tell us of hell, either pro or con.
Thusly survivors are blind evermore
past the threshold abandonment of hope
where ye who enter with deficient scope
will never see the scoreboard for the score.
Forgive them, for they know not what they do
in their mad rush...
#evolution
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Sep 2024 9:44pm
4th Sep 2024 9:44pm
Evangelicals
Knowing nothing significant
they can't think for themselves
amid their Bible verse and rant
with logic left on shelves.
So overcome with fear are they...
they shit themselves a bit
then offer thoughts when they all pray
with half a rural wit.
Point this out and they get bent
within their pale skin,
which never once was heaven sent
since all they do is sin.
And why not cheat since Jesus saves
in tacit sin support
so Jesus freaks can go to raves...
or bribe a Supreme Court.
they can't think for themselves
amid their Bible verse and rant
with logic left on shelves.
So overcome with fear are they...
they shit themselves a bit
then offer thoughts when they all pray
with half a rural wit.
Point this out and they get bent
within their pale skin,
which never once was heaven sent
since all they do is sin.
And why not cheat since Jesus saves
in tacit sin support
so Jesus freaks can go to raves...
or bribe a Supreme Court.
#corruption
#deception
#ignorance #politics
#ignorance #politics
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2024 9:54pm
3rd Sep 2024 9:54pm
Flabbergastation
Infatuation's X-ray eyes
border on the perverse;
a curiosity that tries
in fetish to immerse.
But novelty is not enough
to satisfy the itch
when H.R. has been puffin stuff
In psycho bait and switch.
We're better off when we decide
to re-engage with love
those things we once too harshly plied
in freaky kinks thereof.
So now we take things extra slow
hoping to make it last
in something like a healthy flow...
where flabber won't be gast.
border on the perverse;
a curiosity that tries
in fetish to immerse.
But novelty is not enough
to satisfy the itch
when H.R. has been puffin stuff
In psycho bait and switch.
We're better off when we decide
to re-engage with love
those things we once too harshly plied
in freaky kinks thereof.
So now we take things extra slow
hoping to make it last
in something like a healthy flow...
where flabber won't be gast.
#aging
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6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Aug 2024 10:25pm
31st Aug 2024 10:25pm
Definitions Askew
So sure of their Lord's acquittal
the MAGA mind pursues their schemes
of wealth beyond their fevered dreams...
and metaphsics rudely brittle.
No place for shame in any act
their Lord forgives all that they do
from zero shits for who they screw
to each and every fucked up fact...
which used to be established well
but now is steeped in deep sclerosis
to trash free thought with mind cirrosis
as though the MAGA "mind"...
...was hatched in hell...
a hell of...
the MAGA mind pursues their schemes
of wealth beyond their fevered dreams...
and metaphsics rudely brittle.
No place for shame in any act
their Lord forgives all that they do
from zero shits for who they screw
to each and every fucked up fact...
which used to be established well
but now is steeped in deep sclerosis
to trash free thought with mind cirrosis
as though the MAGA "mind"...
...was hatched in hell...
a hell of...
#morality
#politics
138 reads
12 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Aug 2024 11:09pm
27th Aug 2024 11:09pm
The Blame Police
They talk a blue streak, don't cha know,
the ones who say we should be tough,
but that's the shit in their shit show
of exclusion by such hateful stuff
knowing no one wants to seem weak;
that's the bully's foot in the door;
the peer pressure they love to tweak
when denigrating the sick and poor.
Unable or unwilling to see
their accusatory finger
is calibrated for misery
as the other fingers linger...
pointing straight back as if to name
the instigator of that game.
the ones who say we should be tough,
but that's the shit in their shit show
of exclusion by such hateful stuff
knowing no one wants to seem weak;
that's the bully's foot in the door;
the peer pressure they love to tweak
when denigrating the sick and poor.
Unable or unwilling to see
their accusatory finger
is calibrated for misery
as the other fingers linger...
pointing straight back as if to name
the instigator of that game.
#politics
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EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Aug 2024 00:42am
26th Aug 2024 00:42am
Recumbence
Such spirit, on panoramic display,
from center seam to peripheral feet
the mademoiselle had her sweetest meat
arrayed in an aphrodisiacal way
at one hundred and eighty love degrees
of Nirvana goddess anatomy
in fullest delectation panoply
with the insides of her nympheum knees
beckoning as much as ankle bangles
yawningly in the most welcoming mode
ever to grace her culminating node
there at the hub of her yonic angles...
an integumentation so divine
that Yin and Yang both vouch for sixty-nine!
from center seam to peripheral feet
the mademoiselle had her sweetest meat
arrayed in an aphrodisiacal way
at one hundred and eighty love degrees
of Nirvana goddess anatomy
in fullest delectation panoply
with the insides of her nympheum knees
beckoning as much as ankle bangles
yawningly in the most welcoming mode
ever to grace her culminating node
there at the hub of her yonic angles...
an integumentation so divine
that Yin and Yang both vouch for sixty-nine!
#erotic
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EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Aug 2024 1:13am
20th Aug 2024 1:13am
The Man Trap
Huzzahs for 'ol Commander Spock
who no doubt had a logical cock
and plied the instrument with precision
into Uhuru's babe division...
after a round of pitching woo
and a Vulcan game of chess or two.
But once when she was rather bored
at being by him once more ignored...
she asked of Vulcan moonlit nights...
and he said..."Vulcan has no moon"...
to which she said..."I'm not surprised"...
which raised his eyebrow to new heights
wherein he pondered romantic plights...
who no doubt had a logical cock
and plied the instrument with precision
into Uhuru's babe division...
after a round of pitching woo
and a Vulcan game of chess or two.
But once when she was rather bored
at being by him once more ignored...
she asked of Vulcan moonlit nights...
and he said..."Vulcan has no moon"...
to which she said..."I'm not surprised"...
which raised his eyebrow to new heights
wherein he pondered romantic plights...
#aliens
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Aug 2024 10:25am
17th Aug 2024 10:25am
Lunaria!
Sweet night air, and long shadow moon,
and northeast bound mystery drone...
does sleep for you come none too soon
in summer darkness...all alone?
To your silence crickets salute
when moonbeams on dry seed pods glow
and lonely owls are heard to hoot
to all the deadpan weeds below.
Lunaria! Now in decline!
Oh how translucent are your pods!
How like angel haloes divine
or gossamer doubloons of the gods!
They pay the way for next year's crop...
when the savage skies of winter drop.
and northeast bound mystery drone...
does sleep for you come none too soon
in summer darkness...all alone?
To your silence crickets salute
when moonbeams on dry seed pods glow
and lonely owls are heard to hoot
to all the deadpan weeds below.
Lunaria! Now in decline!
Oh how translucent are your pods!
How like angel haloes divine
or gossamer doubloons of the gods!
They pay the way for next year's crop...
when the savage skies of winter drop.
#flowers
#LifeCycle
#moon
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Aug 2024 10:19pm
15th Aug 2024 10:19pm
Fest Sausage Trinity
No one knows what the fuck it is;
that father, son, and holy ghost,
other than, what is hers, is his,
to do with as he pleases most.
Did donkey Mary ride the ass?
Or did she walk the walk of shame
from some judaic incest mass
where she would not rat out a name?
And manger danger was a thing,
for conception, and delivery,
of an ethno-national king
invoked too much for liberty...
and gunplay for Almighty Christ
when cheeses stay too overpriced. 🍷
that father, son, and holy ghost,
other than, what is hers, is his,
to do with as he pleases most.
Did donkey Mary ride the ass?
Or did she walk the walk of shame
from some judaic incest mass
where she would not rat out a name?
And manger danger was a thing,
for conception, and delivery,
of an ethno-national king
invoked too much for liberty...
and gunplay for Almighty Christ
when cheeses stay too overpriced. 🍷
#food
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