Submissions by MidnightSonneteer
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My alter ego is...THE MIDNIGHT SONNETEER
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
190 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
112 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
159 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
119 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
170 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Dec 2024 2:29pm
7th Dec 2024 2:29pm
Echoes
Bestirred by a radio app today,
reiterating the infamy date,
I recollected what my dad would say
about how that war affected our fate.
Sick, he had stayed home from Sunday school
where thusly by a broadcast he had heard
of the sneak attack on Yankee rule
and the international afterword...
which in a few short years saw him training
with artillery to use on Japan
when their empire was at last waning
along with their co-prosperity plan...
but Russian threats, and the atomic bomb,
had his odds increase for troth...
reiterating the infamy date,
I recollected what my dad would say
about how that war affected our fate.
Sick, he had stayed home from Sunday school
where thusly by a broadcast he had heard
of the sneak attack on Yankee rule
and the international afterword...
which in a few short years saw him training
with artillery to use on Japan
when their empire was at last waning
along with their co-prosperity plan...
but Russian threats, and the atomic bomb,
had his odds increase for troth...
#humankind
#LifeCycle
#technology
173 reads
12 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Dec 2024 3:52pm
6th Dec 2024 3:52pm
Ultimately Nullified
All is ruination supreme
and life a bitter joke
in desolation nightmare scream
on universal folk...
as if in horror cinema
whose cast must suffer stunts
where matter force in minima
means bearing real brunts.
Thus for sure reality sucks;
a clock just winding down
away from youth and thrilling fucks
like verbs reduced to noun.
And so to death we modify,
even during Yule,
regifting fodder when we die;
with ourselves as gruel.
and life a bitter joke
in desolation nightmare scream
on universal folk...
as if in horror cinema
whose cast must suffer stunts
where matter force in minima
means bearing real brunts.
Thus for sure reality sucks;
a clock just winding down
away from youth and thrilling fucks
like verbs reduced to noun.
And so to death we modify,
even during Yule,
regifting fodder when we die;
with ourselves as gruel.
#TruthOfLife
#universe
137 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Dec 2024 4:59am
6th Dec 2024 4:59am
Incantations
Veiled, she sweeps back into view.
Conjured from thaumaturgist nights
the new moon in the old moon's lieu
has crescent gold for her last rites,
though lingering is not allowed
when her orbit has dates to keep,
behind clear skies, or cryptic cloud,
conducive to Morphean creep,
slowly...slewing...into...a...DREAM....
where sunlight off high castles bounce
into a laudanum lunar beam
and crater dragons lurk and pounce
in druidic charms of making...
another spell of love...awaking!
Conjured from thaumaturgist nights
the new moon in the old moon's lieu
has crescent gold for her last rites,
though lingering is not allowed
when her orbit has dates to keep,
behind clear skies, or cryptic cloud,
conducive to Morphean creep,
slowly...slewing...into...a...DREAM....
where sunlight off high castles bounce
into a laudanum lunar beam
and crater dragons lurk and pounce
in druidic charms of making...
another spell of love...awaking!
#magic
#pagan
216 reads
11 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Dec 2024 9:27pm
5th Dec 2024 9:27pm
Bro-sencrantz and Shill-denstern
The mind gets boggled awful hard
when folks do stupid things,
like hoist with their own petard
outrageous votes for kings.
Bombs away, sirs, in your own boots,
to step in your own deuce,
but progress seeks far better routes...
where dipshits just vamoose!
when folks do stupid things,
like hoist with their own petard
outrageous votes for kings.
Bombs away, sirs, in your own boots,
to step in your own deuce,
but progress seeks far better routes...
where dipshits just vamoose!
#CallToAction
#lies
#manipulation #tragedy
#manipulation #tragedy
121 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Dec 2024 8:24pm
5th Dec 2024 8:24pm
Interiors
A sandwich and some citrus fruit
sure beats a bowl of soup,
and then to keep the thoughts astute;
black tea by double scoop.
And winter sun is lots of fun
but I'm expecting rain,
because the worst has not begun...
from which I will abstain.
sure beats a bowl of soup,
and then to keep the thoughts astute;
black tea by double scoop.
And winter sun is lots of fun
but I'm expecting rain,
because the worst has not begun...
from which I will abstain.
#minimalist
#WritingPoetry
144 reads
10 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Dec 2024 00:09am
5th Dec 2024 00:09am
High Noon Noel
Clean the gutters
hang the lights
watch the flutters
in jaybird flights
squirrels and Yule nuts
by the frosty yard
wiggle wee furry butts
in stashing them so hard
and then the little tits
come and go so fast
it's hard to scan the plumage flits...
wherever they've amassed.
hang the lights
watch the flutters
in jaybird flights
squirrels and Yule nuts
by the frosty yard
wiggle wee furry butts
in stashing them so hard
and then the little tits
come and go so fast
it's hard to scan the plumage flits...
wherever they've amassed.
#animals
#birds
#fall #sky
#fall #sky
182 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
4th Dec 2024 10:20pm
4th Dec 2024 10:20pm
Hard Shadow Noon...
and meridian sun...
are you starting spring too soon
before the winter's begun?
But of course the frost at night
treats the garden like a blight
so I expect a solstice near
the end of this cold hearted year
presaging a future scourge
where more hate and war emerge
because Caucasians had to vote
for a scumbag to get our goat
with their fits of rage caprice...
which mock these nights
of manger peace.
are you starting spring too soon
before the winter's begun?
But of course the frost at night
treats the garden like a blight
so I expect a solstice near
the end of this cold hearted year
presaging a future scourge
where more hate and war emerge
because Caucasians had to vote
for a scumbag to get our goat
with their fits of rage caprice...
which mock these nights
of manger peace.
#Christmas
#NewYear
177 reads
10 Comments
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