Submissions by MidnightSonneteer
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My alter ego is...THE MIDNIGHT SONNETEER
Storm Dusking
The forecast says rain at midnight
and now the clouds are moving in
north by northeast through the twilight
in grayscale blown thick and thin
to hide the diminishing blue
of a once warm and sunny day
with a sea breeze so fresh and true
you'd think sheer bliss was here to stay!
Yet it dwindles in time for bed;
the evening rush of air abates
and ataraxy in its stead
implores that all thought contemplates
another week of gloaming rain
from Neptune and his bounding main!
and now the clouds are moving in
north by northeast through the twilight
in grayscale blown thick and thin
to hide the diminishing blue
of a once warm and sunny day
with a sea breeze so fresh and true
you'd think sheer bliss was here to stay!
Yet it dwindles in time for bed;
the evening rush of air abates
and ataraxy in its stead
implores that all thought contemplates
another week of gloaming rain
from Neptune and his bounding main!
#rain
#wind
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Celebrity Dream Sequence
Like a coniferous willow
the cedar loves to droop
because that's its peccadillo
like Paltrow with her Goop.
And she as well sports dangle limbs,
as a fine lady will,
enough to warrant Gwyneth hymns...
if she would pay the bill.
But her rare beauty I would praise
as much as any tree
if by some luck she might upraise
her torso kit for me.
And then proceed to throw it off
to give my hands a chance
to take advantage of that doff,...
the cedar loves to droop
because that's its peccadillo
like Paltrow with her Goop.
And she as well sports dangle limbs,
as a fine lady will,
enough to warrant Gwyneth hymns...
if she would pay the bill.
But her rare beauty I would praise
as much as any tree
if by some luck she might upraise
her torso kit for me.
And then proceed to throw it off
to give my hands a chance
to take advantage of that doff,...
#LifeChangingMoment
#uplifting
#admiration
#ThrillSeeking
#PersonalGrowth
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Res Publica
I've seen the moon by mountain top
and from the glens and dells,
and through the yeasted barley crop
my Irish vice compels.
So either way my life was lit
in plenitude of gold
as if I were a slave to it
from bardic times of old.
And thus I think I would forgive
those folks who think it odd
that some among us choose to live
as if there were no god.
But god or not, it's not for me,
to bitch about the things
which bring more gold for me to see...
than rights divine by kings!
and from the glens and dells,
and through the yeasted barley crop
my Irish vice compels.
So either way my life was lit
in plenitude of gold
as if I were a slave to it
from bardic times of old.
And thus I think I would forgive
those folks who think it odd
that some among us choose to live
as if there were no god.
But god or not, it's not for me,
to bitch about the things
which bring more gold for me to see...
than rights divine by kings!
#politics
#peace
#TruthOfLife #inequality
#TruthOfLife #inequality
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Re-Entry
It was a doozy of a star
that shot from south to north
in flying colors most bizarre
sizzling back and forth.
But that event, so rare and quick,
in no way could compare,
to Luna's witching hour trick
for mesmerizing air!
And so I sat there in the yard
upon a cushioned chair
and gave the moon a slow regard
via hypnotic stare.
Next thing I knew the skies were bright
and stars began to fade
when cognizance returned the sight...
where once those moonbeams played.
that shot from south to north
in flying colors most bizarre
sizzling back and forth.
But that event, so rare and quick,
in no way could compare,
to Luna's witching hour trick
for mesmerizing air!
And so I sat there in the yard
upon a cushioned chair
and gave the moon a slow regard
via hypnotic stare.
Next thing I knew the skies were bright
and stars began to fade
when cognizance returned the sight...
where once those moonbeams played.
#moon
#sky
#night #dawn
#night #dawn
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Hesperian Allure!
All clear last night, yet, in the southeast
the moon loafed over horizon puffs
as far flung as eldritch cottonwood fluffs
or dragon breath the Atlantides released
in apple garden exhalation mode
to glow as gold as the gibbous is thick
as satisfaction for the lunatic
wearied of the light emitting diode.
You see, lunatics know which light is best
and which hue most rewards the midnight eye
when mytho-scanning from east to west
all the aesthetics of a moonlit sky...
which Hesperus had long ago addressed
when she taught Luna...
the moon loafed over horizon puffs
as far flung as eldritch cottonwood fluffs
or dragon breath the Atlantides released
in apple garden exhalation mode
to glow as gold as the gibbous is thick
as satisfaction for the lunatic
wearied of the light emitting diode.
You see, lunatics know which light is best
and which hue most rewards the midnight eye
when mytho-scanning from east to west
all the aesthetics of a moonlit sky...
which Hesperus had long ago addressed
when she taught Luna...
#mythology
#pagan
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Columbia Tech Center
Viewed from one parking lot to another
and straight out through my windshield,
north to south, increasingly distant,
are the lot curb, swale strip, then the shrubs
in their perfectly bark dusted row
all along the immaculate sidewalk
before the arboreal street light strip
betwixt said sidewalk and the bike lane
next the west bound lanes of ceaseless traffic
split by median concrete in east bound lanes
and then their own bike lane, streetlight,
and immaculate sidewalk stratum...
before a tier of...
and straight out through my windshield,
north to south, increasingly distant,
are the lot curb, swale strip, then the shrubs
in their perfectly bark dusted row
all along the immaculate sidewalk
before the arboreal street light strip
betwixt said sidewalk and the bike lane
next the west bound lanes of ceaseless traffic
split by median concrete in east bound lanes
and then their own bike lane, streetlight,
and immaculate sidewalk stratum...
before a tier of...
#disappointment
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A Proper Picnic
#dirty
#orgasm
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14 Comments
Impunity
By lengthy Wall Street greeding frenzy rope
the G.O.P. is twisting in the wind
with a policy ruin to rescind
by the legislation of brand new hope
which whole generations have been denied
due to thinking trapped in tradition's box,
wherein lie overestimation's stocks
to buy and sell with the fellows inside
and all those on the outs to be dismissed
into oblivion's bottomless pit,
where all the meek are expected to twist
In the noose breeze where no one gives a shit,
but now, the meek are slowly getting pissed...
at the tyranny...
the G.O.P. is twisting in the wind
with a policy ruin to rescind
by the legislation of brand new hope
which whole generations have been denied
due to thinking trapped in tradition's box,
wherein lie overestimation's stocks
to buy and sell with the fellows inside
and all those on the outs to be dismissed
into oblivion's bottomless pit,
where all the meek are expected to twist
In the noose breeze where no one gives a shit,
but now, the meek are slowly getting pissed...
at the tyranny...
#hope
#motivational
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10 Comments
Canonical Hours
So often sought in twilit skies
are the arcane secrets there
when that luminous flux applies
to the billow surge it must share
with lunar lumens at their peak
and stars and planets in the mix
to play a cloudy hide and seek
as if a writhing bag of tricks
ruled the moonrise roost of beams
in threshold vermicelli waves
overlapping cumulous streams
cascading through the freshest graves
to squirm in some composting meat
long past the matins on repeat
for martyrdom at every turn,
in undercroft...or welkin churn!
are the arcane secrets there
when that luminous flux applies
to the billow surge it must share
with lunar lumens at their peak
and stars and planets in the mix
to play a cloudy hide and seek
as if a writhing bag of tricks
ruled the moonrise roost of beams
in threshold vermicelli waves
overlapping cumulous streams
cascading through the freshest graves
to squirm in some composting meat
long past the matins on repeat
for martyrdom at every turn,
in undercroft...or welkin churn!
#moon
#clouds
#mythology
#LifeCycle
#pagan
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C.S.I.
The very definition of deadbeat
is every last conservative we know
hell for leather at the buy bull retreat
and the dog and pony deer hunter show
to study the latest mass murder kit
cuz deer and people weigh about the same
so bullets make the same ballistic hit
on legal or illegal human game...
about which they fantasize all day long,
when they're not bitching about Taylor Swift
and how woke she is with her latest song
where lyrics are too big for them to sift
like the ideation they should have learned
from all the schoolbooks...
is every last conservative we know
hell for leather at the buy bull retreat
and the dog and pony deer hunter show
to study the latest mass murder kit
cuz deer and people weigh about the same
so bullets make the same ballistic hit
on legal or illegal human game...
about which they fantasize all day long,
when they're not bitching about Taylor Swift
and how woke she is with her latest song
where lyrics are too big for them to sift
like the ideation they should have learned
from all the schoolbooks...
#violence
#PopCulture
#ignorance
#tradition
#masculinity
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Keepsakes
#lover
#sonnet
#orgasm
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Donald J. Crow
Old Itchy and Scratchy MAGA
needed fifteen minutes of fame
then ten times more for rage and blame
like an Anglo-Saxon saga.
It was fight, fight, fight... fight, fight, fight,
with buckets of blood in the schools,
when those mangy MAGA fools
got another kid in their sight.
I guess it will end when we're dead
since that's what MAGA seems to need
when anger breeds with business greed
in a white supremacist head...
where everything they'll ever know
they mixed with Trump and Old Jim Crow.
needed fifteen minutes of fame
then ten times more for rage and blame
like an Anglo-Saxon saga.
It was fight, fight, fight... fight, fight, fight,
with buckets of blood in the schools,
when those mangy MAGA fools
got another kid in their sight.
I guess it will end when we're dead
since that's what MAGA seems to need
when anger breeds with business greed
in a white supremacist head...
where everything they'll ever know
they mixed with Trump and Old Jim Crow.
#jealousy
#hate
#confusion
#disappointment
#denial
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