Submissions by MidnightSonneteer
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My alter ego is...THE MIDNIGHT SONNETEER
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Aug 2022 4:59pm
11th Aug 2022 4:59pm
The Holy Grail
We are at cross purposes now, it seems,
We great and sapient apes...not so great,
When generating only tears and screams
To be recycled into still more hate.
We, instead, might cultivate those dreams
Wherein we find a heavenly trait
That undermines all villainous schemes
And increases the common estate.
But no, we must split philosophical hairs,
And, terrified of losing those debates
On behalf of our Lords and heirs,
We fail to sweetly affect our fates.
Therefore, of these words, I beg you partake,
That we may ALL sip the wine...
We great and sapient apes...not so great,
When generating only tears and screams
To be recycled into still more hate.
We, instead, might cultivate those dreams
Wherein we find a heavenly trait
That undermines all villainous schemes
And increases the common estate.
But no, we must split philosophical hairs,
And, terrified of losing those debates
On behalf of our Lords and heirs,
We fail to sweetly affect our fates.
Therefore, of these words, I beg you partake,
That we may ALL sip the wine...
#politics
#inequality
#vulnerability
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
11th Aug 2022 4:57pm
11th Aug 2022 4:57pm
Scriptus Altisonous
The pelican, that greatest of all the birds of Christendom, provides to every aspiring author a token of their glorious tropospheric moments whenever they deign to cast off some of their better feathers. It is nature's invitation for man to cure and cut his daily quill, both actually and metaphorically, and partake of the exalted perception of the avian eye aloft! In time a toff reflexively glances at all creation through such a rarefied sense that it will become evident in his henceforward construction of altisonant script.
Until he sees a pair of brown shoes with a blue suit.
...
Until he sees a pair of brown shoes with a blue suit.
...
#technology
#consumerism
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
11th Aug 2022 3:49am
11th Aug 2022 3:49am
Cold War Blues
The morning introspection had me realizing how much I like a good antenna, not just any, but the sort that point skyward like steeples to the gods of electromagnetism. Sometimes on stroll-abouts I note a fine specimen at a modest residence and wonder if there is a superannuating cold war spy inside the house making reports back to Moscow letting them know how massy our supermarkets have become. Being ancient, he no longer hears well and so somehow thinks that Gorbachev is still in charge, kind of like the out of touch post war Japanese trooper on Gilligan's Island. People really need to keep...
#technology
#culture
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Aug 2022 3:37am
11th Aug 2022 3:37am
Word of the day (Fanfaronade)
Toff by day, sonneteer by night,
Is the formula for success
In alleviating our country's blight
Of anti cultural duress...
Which sweeps through all the trailer parks
And all the Wall Street kings of cash
Who demonstrate with their remarks
That the rich, as well, can be white trash.
And when the market drops again,
Just like a trucker's massive dump,
Do not be shocked when folks complain
About that bonehead Donald Trump,
Whose...fanfaronade...is a curse
That only makes our country worse.
Is the formula for success
In alleviating our country's blight
Of anti cultural duress...
Which sweeps through all the trailer parks
And all the Wall Street kings of cash
Who demonstrate with their remarks
That the rich, as well, can be white trash.
And when the market drops again,
Just like a trucker's massive dump,
Do not be shocked when folks complain
About that bonehead Donald Trump,
Whose...fanfaronade...is a curse
That only makes our country worse.
#corruption
#politics
#PowerOfWords
#ignorance
#deception
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Aug 2022 6:25pm
10th Aug 2022 6:25pm
A Spare Bird
There's not much of the month that's left
And not much of the year as well
Since time is the master of theft
And set to it's purpose pell-mell
Providing...dismal guarantees
Like mortality that is scary
With insufficient Christmas trees
Or nobody making merry.
Which is why we, on longer nights,
Slice off a piece of harvest time
And string up happy Christmas lights
To illuminate an English rhyme,
Sung over heaps of steaming chow
Surrounding...a sacrificial bird
That was, from Fall, preserved somehow
In a manner the...
And not much of the year as well
Since time is the master of theft
And set to it's purpose pell-mell
Providing...dismal guarantees
Like mortality that is scary
With insufficient Christmas trees
Or nobody making merry.
Which is why we, on longer nights,
Slice off a piece of harvest time
And string up happy Christmas lights
To illuminate an English rhyme,
Sung over heaps of steaming chow
Surrounding...a sacrificial bird
That was, from Fall, preserved somehow
In a manner the...
#love
#marriage
#Christmas
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
10th Aug 2022 6:19pm
10th Aug 2022 6:19pm
God Rest We Merry Gentlemen
Death and taxes"...bemoan the ever fearful Tories. Yet as I bask in the fading embers of Christendom's most sentimental season my mind freshly equips itself for the new year by conjoining three of the most extraordinary poems of yesteryear. The "ladies first" ideal has me wanting the gentle reader to feast their eyes on Elizabeth Barrett Browning's (1806-1861) very first of her famous "Sonnets From The Portuguese".
"I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished for years,
Who each one in a gracious hand appears
To bear a gift...
"I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished for years,
Who each one in a gracious hand appears
To bear a gift...
#love
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Aug 2022 6:59am
10th Aug 2022 6:59am
As The World Turns
A lunar crescent and a frost
Accompany the morning star
To show a new year sky embossed
With winter glory near and far!
That star is Venus, shining bright,
To send a message sharp and clear
That soon we'll see Apollo's light
On the newest day of the year!
And later in the week will be
A night of serving kings their cakes,
Then, a day we call...Epiphany
When Christmas has to hit the brakes
So we may dream of spring again,
Soon to grace our hemisphere,
In places rustic and urbane
Where toffs can be a sonneteer, ...
Accompany the morning star
To show a new year sky embossed
With winter glory near and far!
That star is Venus, shining bright,
To send a message sharp and clear
That soon we'll see Apollo's light
On the newest day of the year!
And later in the week will be
A night of serving kings their cakes,
Then, a day we call...Epiphany
When Christmas has to hit the brakes
So we may dream of spring again,
Soon to grace our hemisphere,
In places rustic and urbane
Where toffs can be a sonneteer, ...
#inspirational
#NewYear
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Aug 2022 6:49am
10th Aug 2022 6:49am
Colleagues
My humble verse may be construed as cold
When future people read my lines,
Long contaminated with dust and mold
Or obfuscated by thick ivy vines.
Where lay my heart amid such ordered verse?
Most see truth only in initial blurts
Manifesting in some emotive curse
And motivated by internal hurts...
Well camouflaged by old masters of Zen
Or stoics claiming the hurt wasn't there
Or fluming through the urbane poet's pen
To change pain into something debonair,
Whereby he may inspire his peers
With memento mori to mask the...
When future people read my lines,
Long contaminated with dust and mold
Or obfuscated by thick ivy vines.
Where lay my heart amid such ordered verse?
Most see truth only in initial blurts
Manifesting in some emotive curse
And motivated by internal hurts...
Well camouflaged by old masters of Zen
Or stoics claiming the hurt wasn't there
Or fluming through the urbane poet's pen
To change pain into something debonair,
Whereby he may inspire his peers
With memento mori to mask the...
#inspirational
#wisdom
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Aug 2022 10:52pm
9th Aug 2022 10:52pm
Campground of Love
I entertain a wild thought
As one does an uncommon guest
Who has somehow become distraught,
Possibly, by a tactless jest...
Cooked up by naughty troubadours
Whose merriment will never cease
Just as newfound thinking explores
Cerebral avenues of peace...
Which transfix the crossroads of bliss
Like rendezvous with a lover
In the greatest need of a kiss
Both over and under the cover
Where measures of heaven are trapped!
Then, the troubadours true duty
Is to see those measures get mapped
By eyeballs devoted to beauty! ...
As one does an uncommon guest
Who has somehow become distraught,
Possibly, by a tactless jest...
Cooked up by naughty troubadours
Whose merriment will never cease
Just as newfound thinking explores
Cerebral avenues of peace...
Which transfix the crossroads of bliss
Like rendezvous with a lover
In the greatest need of a kiss
Both over and under the cover
Where measures of heaven are trapped!
Then, the troubadours true duty
Is to see those measures get mapped
By eyeballs devoted to beauty! ...
#relationships
#romantic
#beauty
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Aug 2022 10:40pm
9th Aug 2022 10:40pm
Jailhouse Rock
English courts are stars and garters
As American courts give fines
Mostly to trailer park martyrs
When an indiscretion inclines.
So why are the English better
In matters of jurisprudence
Like timely use of a fetter
Or, implementation of fence?
I suspect old puritan stock
And all their angry descendants
Perversely crave to punish a flock
Of low rent codependents.
But now that the internet's here
They can worship something gracious
Such as a midnight sonneteer
And his elegance capacious,
Which recommends more...
As American courts give fines
Mostly to trailer park martyrs
When an indiscretion inclines.
So why are the English better
In matters of jurisprudence
Like timely use of a fetter
Or, implementation of fence?
I suspect old puritan stock
And all their angry descendants
Perversely crave to punish a flock
Of low rent codependents.
But now that the internet's here
They can worship something gracious
Such as a midnight sonneteer
And his elegance capacious,
Which recommends more...
#conflict
#patience
#PowerOfWords
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Aug 2022 1:11pm
9th Aug 2022 1:11pm
Nicholson Road
Still dreamland's hallowed detour.
Today I walked it end to end
And saw phantasms endure
As a commemorative blend
Twinkling in Elysium's hue
And sprinkled with it's rustic dust
Which fructifies the sacred view
That sprouts in my dendritic trust
As blackberries do on their vines
Under the weight of summer's heat
Pressing from those thorny shrines
Another batch for birds to eat
All along a token Appian Way
Of Burnt Bridges and concrete slabs
Ever in their August display
Like sweaty knees and elbow scabs ...
Today I walked it end to end
And saw phantasms endure
As a commemorative blend
Twinkling in Elysium's hue
And sprinkled with it's rustic dust
Which fructifies the sacred view
That sprouts in my dendritic trust
As blackberries do on their vines
Under the weight of summer's heat
Pressing from those thorny shrines
Another batch for birds to eat
All along a token Appian Way
Of Burnt Bridges and concrete slabs
Ever in their August display
Like sweaty knees and elbow scabs ...
#memories
#gratitude
#nostalgia
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Aug 2022 1:04pm
9th Aug 2022 1:04pm
Aftermath
Centered between bookend twilight
Midnight reveals nature's grace
From all too far...to nearer sight
Throughout inner and outer space,
Sometimes cloaked by clouds and rain
As if to soften all the more
Sensations that torment the brain
Compiled on the day before.
Therein quiescence dominates
To give a glimpse of thermal death
As introspection investigates
The purpose of each mortal breath.
Then once again an herald shows
Hints of other massy forces
Like the portentous cock that crows
Towards high sovereign solar sources...
Midnight reveals nature's grace
From all too far...to nearer sight
Throughout inner and outer space,
Sometimes cloaked by clouds and rain
As if to soften all the more
Sensations that torment the brain
Compiled on the day before.
Therein quiescence dominates
To give a glimpse of thermal death
As introspection investigates
The purpose of each mortal breath.
Then once again an herald shows
Hints of other massy forces
Like the portentous cock that crows
Towards high sovereign solar sources...
#night
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