Submissions by MidnightSonneteer
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My alter ego is...THE MIDNIGHT SONNETEER
Gubernatrix Noctilucous
There she is, seducing the trees,
Stirring the sap with her smirks of gold
Through susceptible limbs, still cold,
From winter's catastrophic breeze;
Somewhat less relentless lately
By...handmaiden ephemerides
And all her orbital expertise
Where sultriness seems so stately.
She's the madness Moon of middle March;
The mistress of approaching ides
And the terminator's crescent parch
Illuminating Neptune's tides
As the amber key in heaven's arch
Whereby the Queen of night presides!
Stirring the sap with her smirks of gold
Through susceptible limbs, still cold,
From winter's catastrophic breeze;
Somewhat less relentless lately
By...handmaiden ephemerides
And all her orbital expertise
Where sultriness seems so stately.
She's the madness Moon of middle March;
The mistress of approaching ides
And the terminator's crescent parch
Illuminating Neptune's tides
As the amber key in heaven's arch
Whereby the Queen of night presides!
#moon
#night
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The Deep State Blues
Take note the popularity
Of the social Darwinist
Who preaches the unpleasant gist
Of a method muscularity
That speaks no ill of upper classes
Claiming their goods are well deserved
And that their group must be preserved
At the expense of all the masses
Unable to appreciate
That the rich are a gift from god
Their destiny but divine fate
Where the ignorant rarely trod
And only they will make things great
If the rest of us detect no fraud!
Of the social Darwinist
Who preaches the unpleasant gist
Of a method muscularity
That speaks no ill of upper classes
Claiming their goods are well deserved
And that their group must be preserved
At the expense of all the masses
Unable to appreciate
That the rich are a gift from god
Their destiny but divine fate
Where the ignorant rarely trod
And only they will make things great
If the rest of us detect no fraud!
#politics
#PopCulture
#morality
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Spring Forward
I dreamt one night of daffy dills
Which only grew in outer space
By sprouting from a cratered place
Somewhere near the lunar rills.
Their blooms were made of silicon
Which was super for conduction
And robot brains, whose production,
Cultivated outer Procyon
With bulletproof hydroponics
That worked without an atmosphere,
Or patented electronics,
To make dark matter into beer
And toast the florid histrionics
Of midnight's favorite sonneteer!
Which only grew in outer space
By sprouting from a cratered place
Somewhere near the lunar rills.
Their blooms were made of silicon
Which was super for conduction
And robot brains, whose production,
Cultivated outer Procyon
With bulletproof hydroponics
That worked without an atmosphere,
Or patented electronics,
To make dark matter into beer
And toast the florid histrionics
Of midnight's favorite sonneteer!
#motivational
#sonnet
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Poetry Day
The tradition must prove itself
Just as all other things must do
And is no magic little elf
With tubes of precious glitter glue
Or some to little, too late paste
To salvage stale orations
With the metronomic waste
Of archaic occupations.
It must marry well, and merry up
And expect some ruffled feathers
When sipping from the mixing cup
Of brainstorms and bellwethers
Which may contain some isotopes
Off putting to the misanthropes.
Just as all other things must do
And is no magic little elf
With tubes of precious glitter glue
Or some to little, too late paste
To salvage stale orations
With the metronomic waste
Of archaic occupations.
It must marry well, and merry up
And expect some ruffled feathers
When sipping from the mixing cup
Of brainstorms and bellwethers
Which may contain some isotopes
Off putting to the misanthropes.
#philosophical
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Moonrise
Twas the richest gold I'd ever seen
Rising on the first full night of spring
And it gave the clouds an extra sheen
That only a lunar queen might swing
Through her stream of houri veils
In all tack of ocherous flow
Shaming the glow worms in their swales
Who envy her regal tableau
Of redirected solar beams,
Which stoke the stoves of desire,
As elemental to our dreams
...As any atomic fire
Exalting, no where near as soon,
As the waning of the full Worm Moon!
Rising on the first full night of spring
And it gave the clouds an extra sheen
That only a lunar queen might swing
Through her stream of houri veils
In all tack of ocherous flow
Shaming the glow worms in their swales
Who envy her regal tableau
Of redirected solar beams,
Which stoke the stoves of desire,
As elemental to our dreams
...As any atomic fire
Exalting, no where near as soon,
As the waning of the full Worm Moon!
#moon
#clouds
#night
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Down to Earth
My Conventions you do not need
And your habits need not be mine
By rude nature or design
Of calculations born of greed
And it's volume economics,
For happiness bears little cost
When rhyme schemes are neatly glossed
With those glorious astronomics
Free for all who care to observe
The coursings of the midnight sky
Which, I have read, is heaven's preserve
And where man was not meant to fly
Via conic section, or any curve,
That's just to expensive to try.
And your habits need not be mine
By rude nature or design
Of calculations born of greed
And it's volume economics,
For happiness bears little cost
When rhyme schemes are neatly glossed
With those glorious astronomics
Free for all who care to observe
The coursings of the midnight sky
Which, I have read, is heaven's preserve
And where man was not meant to fly
Via conic section, or any curve,
That's just to expensive to try.
#universe
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Inveigled!
She rose in chubby Quadrature
To prove she had the finest gold
And that her pocks were not too old
To be considered haute couture.
But then an icy cloud flew past
To briefly shade her royal face
Hoping, perhaps, to save a trace
Of mankind from her moonbeam blast!
But clouds take on a losing task
And though they try with all their might
To shade us with their misty masque
From all those beams in constant flight,
We will...inevitably bask
In the glory of her lunar light!
To prove she had the finest gold
And that her pocks were not too old
To be considered haute couture.
But then an icy cloud flew past
To briefly shade her royal face
Hoping, perhaps, to save a trace
Of mankind from her moonbeam blast!
But clouds take on a losing task
And though they try with all their might
To shade us with their misty masque
From all those beams in constant flight,
We will...inevitably bask
In the glory of her lunar light!
#moon
#sky
#clouds
#spring
#night
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The 7:25 a.m. Welcome
Oh laud, kaleidoscopically,
Bedizened kitchen chandelier,
And blazon spectroscopically
Every nascent solar spear
Blasting through our eastern panes
To announce that the night is done
And that the excess winter rains
Have been exchanged for vernal sun
Making myriad rainbows dance,
Whenever I stir that mixture,
And summon up the happy trance
Had only by prismatic fixture!
Then...the dazzle of that spangle,
Withers with the hour angle.
Bedizened kitchen chandelier,
And blazon spectroscopically
Every nascent solar spear
Blasting through our eastern panes
To announce that the night is done
And that the excess winter rains
Have been exchanged for vernal sun
Making myriad rainbows dance,
Whenever I stir that mixture,
And summon up the happy trance
Had only by prismatic fixture!
Then...the dazzle of that spangle,
Withers with the hour angle.
#sun
#spring
#dawn
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Dionysia
All hail the midnight critic
Who knows more than most critics know
That ladies in a Sapphic show
Will speak a lingo most proclitic.
And were the matter to arise,
In a manner too upsetting,
Remember that the heavy petting
..'twere, perhaps, an exercise
Like classic yoga, or a dance,
To entertain their favorite dudes
Who, weary of their underpants,
Will lose them and bad attitudes
To a slightly hypnotic trance...
Quite unfashionable with the prudes!
Who knows more than most critics know
That ladies in a Sapphic show
Will speak a lingo most proclitic.
And were the matter to arise,
In a manner too upsetting,
Remember that the heavy petting
..'twere, perhaps, an exercise
Like classic yoga, or a dance,
To entertain their favorite dudes
Who, weary of their underpants,
Will lose them and bad attitudes
To a slightly hypnotic trance...
Quite unfashionable with the prudes!
#polyamory
#reading
#Romanticism
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Last Stand in Honky Land
We live in the country Reagan left
Slapped together in nineteen eighty three
By discount labor, clear cut forestry,
And additional ecologic theft...
Marketed like some Christmas free for all
At the edge of black Friday parking lots,
Those mephitic oceans for rolling yachts,
Surrounding the otherwise defunct mall
Unless...you are forever twenty one
Dating Orange Julius on a stick
Where monoculture is not yet undone
By some demographic Walmart trick
Snuck in under the Wonder Bread sun
Right in front of every gringo hick.
Slapped together in nineteen eighty three
By discount labor, clear cut forestry,
And additional ecologic theft...
Marketed like some Christmas free for all
At the edge of black Friday parking lots,
Those mephitic oceans for rolling yachts,
Surrounding the otherwise defunct mall
Unless...you are forever twenty one
Dating Orange Julius on a stick
Where monoculture is not yet undone
By some demographic Walmart trick
Snuck in under the Wonder Bread sun
Right in front of every gringo hick.
#ignorance
#inequality
#vulnerability
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Anybody There?
We are biologic automata
With nary a god to help us out
In avoidance of traumata
By way of repeating pulpit shout
In all its traditional mimicry
Of radio signals sent to space
With the telemetric gimmickry
Manufactured by the human race.
The parallels are plain to see
Betwixt antennae and all steeples
And though they often disagree
Both search the sky for alien peoples,
Who, it's safe to say, in either case,
Seem to prefer us in our place!
With nary a god to help us out
In avoidance of traumata
By way of repeating pulpit shout
In all its traditional mimicry
Of radio signals sent to space
With the telemetric gimmickry
Manufactured by the human race.
The parallels are plain to see
Betwixt antennae and all steeples
And though they often disagree
Both search the sky for alien peoples,
Who, it's safe to say, in either case,
Seem to prefer us in our place!
#angels
#aliens
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Serenitatis
Cruising through a late afternoon
Of cirrus churn in bluest sky
Was the waxing of the quarter moon
To beam delight into my eye!
The clouds blew past in wispy streaks
With gossamer tendrils hanging down
To brush fair Luna's cratered cheeks...
As if to mollify a frown.
Yet she was chin up into the west
And did not need the cloud's embrace
Since she knew that she was meteor blessed
Albeit in her craggy face,
Glowing now...with old angel dreams...
And atom powered halo beams!
Of cirrus churn in bluest sky
Was the waxing of the quarter moon
To beam delight into my eye!
The clouds blew past in wispy streaks
With gossamer tendrils hanging down
To brush fair Luna's cratered cheeks...
As if to mollify a frown.
Yet she was chin up into the west
And did not need the cloud's embrace
Since she knew that she was meteor blessed
Albeit in her craggy face,
Glowing now...with old angel dreams...
And atom powered halo beams!
#moon
#sky
#clouds
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