Submissions by MidnightSonneteer
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My alter ego is...THE MIDNIGHT SONNETEER
SELF POEM
Published
9th Aug 2022 1:21am
9th Aug 2022 1:21am
Library Dregs
I hate to place them down so low
Where the bunnies are made of dust
Decorating each folio
As wrought iron is by rust.
It spells neglect and spells decay
And my unwillingness to stoop
When with some effort I might play
To read the volumes in that group.
But priorities will rearrange,
In following my fickle thoughts,
And order seems like something strange
When I run out of storage spots.
So now the muse makes me confess
That dusty books were meant to be
And all my reading is a mess
Of...literary liberty...
Which...
Where the bunnies are made of dust
Decorating each folio
As wrought iron is by rust.
It spells neglect and spells decay
And my unwillingness to stoop
When with some effort I might play
To read the volumes in that group.
But priorities will rearrange,
In following my fickle thoughts,
And order seems like something strange
When I run out of storage spots.
So now the muse makes me confess
That dusty books were meant to be
And all my reading is a mess
Of...literary liberty...
Which...
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#reading
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Aug 2022 1:10am
9th Aug 2022 1:10am
Snack Immemorial
The endless Eon Potato
Was the timeless tuber of God
And when served with Orvieto
Received an approving nod...
For God enjoyed wine with spuds,
Although mostly when they were fried,
Which resurrected tasteless duds
From other projects she had tried.
Then she started to fry some souls
To see if that improved their taste
But then she served them in big bowls
Of Krazy Glue and Elmer's Paste!
"Well that was bollocks, wasn't it?"
Was what she said of the result
And was a failure she'd admit
Later on...
Was the timeless tuber of God
And when served with Orvieto
Received an approving nod...
For God enjoyed wine with spuds,
Although mostly when they were fried,
Which resurrected tasteless duds
From other projects she had tried.
Then she started to fry some souls
To see if that improved their taste
But then she served them in big bowls
Of Krazy Glue and Elmer's Paste!
"Well that was bollocks, wasn't it?"
Was what she said of the result
And was a failure she'd admit
Later on...
#God
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Aug 2022 5:20pm
8th Aug 2022 5:20pm
My Magnificent Charo,
What better heaven could there perchance be
Then a place where you and I are as one
And the only topography that we can see
Contains just us with inhibitions undone
And where we might forever commune
As when angels in sportive passion combine
Under the glow of an ambrosial moon
That ripens the grapes of Arcadian wine!
Always your face exceeds Eden's embrace,
Ever proving the quintessence of bliss,
And your curves, the richest rondure of grace
Ever to summon a man's eager kiss...
Where l may do more than merely dream of... ...
Then a place where you and I are as one
And the only topography that we can see
Contains just us with inhibitions undone
And where we might forever commune
As when angels in sportive passion combine
Under the glow of an ambrosial moon
That ripens the grapes of Arcadian wine!
Always your face exceeds Eden's embrace,
Ever proving the quintessence of bliss,
And your curves, the richest rondure of grace
Ever to summon a man's eager kiss...
Where l may do more than merely dream of... ...
#love
#romantic
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Aug 2022 5:03pm
8th Aug 2022 5:03pm
Flux Sake
Is it Vulcan's magic lodestone
Of heady attraction powers
Insisting we not be alone
In the placid midnight hours
When all afflicted lovers meet
To test amour's magnetic spark?
Many think it is just the sheet
Creating static in the dark
But it's not a spark we can see,
At least in the usual way,
Persuading romance to be free
Or possibly even risque
Like the shaft on Cupid's darts
That also sizzle through the night
And lodge inside significant hearts
To raise their owner's Fahrenheit!
Those darts as well range...
Of heady attraction powers
Insisting we not be alone
In the placid midnight hours
When all afflicted lovers meet
To test amour's magnetic spark?
Many think it is just the sheet
Creating static in the dark
But it's not a spark we can see,
At least in the usual way,
Persuading romance to be free
Or possibly even risque
Like the shaft on Cupid's darts
That also sizzle through the night
And lodge inside significant hearts
To raise their owner's Fahrenheit!
Those darts as well range...
#love
#romantic
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Aug 2022 9:19am
8th Aug 2022 9:19am
Matins
How do you fare, old bosom soul,
Now that you have outworn hate
And sex and drugs and rock and roll
Are not the end all be all fate?
Now you marvel at winter air
Which tortures all the leafless twigs
In the February nightmare
Of streetlight shadow midnight sprigs.
You sigh with the wee hour sky
And admire the housecat's prowl
Or with an almanac comply,
If the weather is not foul,
To spy a distant orb or two
And mark it's progress in the night
Where gravity is not a glue
Preventing gods from taking flight...
Now that you have outworn hate
And sex and drugs and rock and roll
Are not the end all be all fate?
Now you marvel at winter air
Which tortures all the leafless twigs
In the February nightmare
Of streetlight shadow midnight sprigs.
You sigh with the wee hour sky
And admire the housecat's prowl
Or with an almanac comply,
If the weather is not foul,
To spy a distant orb or two
And mark it's progress in the night
Where gravity is not a glue
Preventing gods from taking flight...
#winter
#night
#LifeAsAWriter
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Aug 2022 9:03am
8th Aug 2022 9:03am
Medusa's Profile
In the inconvenient era
Before the motorheads and geeks
We emulated Zeus and Hera
And other pre-Socratic Greeks.
Philosophy was analog
Unlike modern bits and pieces
And navigated bronze age fog
To snatch away those golden fleeces!
And no one knew of Sigmund Freud
Peddling thoughts of Oedipal trance
Which only would have been destroyed
By a renegade Gorgon glance.
Which, of peekaboo, is the worst;
A "reflection" of Hellenic Id,
And is customarily dispersed
From eyeballs with a lifting lid.
Gaze not into that...
Before the motorheads and geeks
We emulated Zeus and Hera
And other pre-Socratic Greeks.
Philosophy was analog
Unlike modern bits and pieces
And navigated bronze age fog
To snatch away those golden fleeces!
And no one knew of Sigmund Freud
Peddling thoughts of Oedipal trance
Which only would have been destroyed
By a renegade Gorgon glance.
Which, of peekaboo, is the worst;
A "reflection" of Hellenic Id,
And is customarily dispersed
From eyeballs with a lifting lid.
Gaze not into that...
#monsters
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Aug 2022 1:09am
8th Aug 2022 1:09am
The Soul Hour Times
How now, poet, when all is dark
And the universe summons frost
To vanquish the creative spark
Like a treat...entropically sauced?
It's tempting to go back to bed
And to sleep until half past noon,
But then all the stars will have fled
And I would miss that midnight tune
That calls out to me all night long
For things to say, or leave unsaid,
With a little Italianate song
That parks in my nocturnal head
And churns until my eyeballs ache...
To the lullaby of daybreak!
And the universe summons frost
To vanquish the creative spark
Like a treat...entropically sauced?
It's tempting to go back to bed
And to sleep until half past noon,
But then all the stars will have fled
And I would miss that midnight tune
That calls out to me all night long
For things to say, or leave unsaid,
With a little Italianate song
That parks in my nocturnal head
And churns until my eyeballs ache...
To the lullaby of daybreak!
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#reading
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Aug 2022 1:01am
8th Aug 2022 1:01am
The High Elocutionary
I see "shitshow" get used a lot
By word of mouth or Facebook post
And wonder with obsessive thought
Just where it might get used the most,
And I'd like to make up a list
Of other words we should not use
Like "methodology" and "pissed"
Then mix them up to re-abuse!
I'd start off with "evocative"
And my notes won't be "epistles"
Since they'd be more provocative
As low sonnet bourn cruise missiles;
Under the radar, deftly flown;
Anything less is just a drone!
By word of mouth or Facebook post
And wonder with obsessive thought
Just where it might get used the most,
And I'd like to make up a list
Of other words we should not use
Like "methodology" and "pissed"
Then mix them up to re-abuse!
I'd start off with "evocative"
And my notes won't be "epistles"
Since they'd be more provocative
As low sonnet bourn cruise missiles;
Under the radar, deftly flown;
Anything less is just a drone!
#motivational
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Aug 2022 8:59am
7th Aug 2022 8:59am
Humility
Is our perspective broad enough
To see danger in our process
Or is it mere scholastic fluff
Or putrefying caste excess
Resting on ill gotten laurels
Like sheepskins of dubious worth
Offering eupeptic morals
When dyspeptics rule the Earth?
Did not the ancients think on this
And the vast annals of disgrace
Which undermine collective bliss
And puts us in a shitty place
To start anew when next we wake
...On the brighter side of daybreak?
To see danger in our process
Or is it mere scholastic fluff
Or putrefying caste excess
Resting on ill gotten laurels
Like sheepskins of dubious worth
Offering eupeptic morals
When dyspeptics rule the Earth?
Did not the ancients think on this
And the vast annals of disgrace
Which undermine collective bliss
And puts us in a shitty place
To start anew when next we wake
...On the brighter side of daybreak?
#philosophical
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Aug 2022 8:57am
7th Aug 2022 8:57am
Monoculture
I seek traditions worth a damn
Which, unlike the usual ones,
Might still be tasty served with jam
Spread evenly on toasted buns
To give the frequent nutriment
For the rare maintenance of hope
Or even rarer merriment
Confounded by the misanthrope
And his stale, stand pat dander
Who thinks the goose must own no boots,
"They are only for the gander!"
(To match his dozen hunting suits!)
And sees things through the crooked prism
Of cracked corn... and populism.
Which, unlike the usual ones,
Might still be tasty served with jam
Spread evenly on toasted buns
To give the frequent nutriment
For the rare maintenance of hope
Or even rarer merriment
Confounded by the misanthrope
And his stale, stand pat dander
Who thinks the goose must own no boots,
"They are only for the gander!"
(To match his dozen hunting suits!)
And sees things through the crooked prism
Of cracked corn... and populism.
#politics
#PopCulture
#morality
386 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Aug 2022 00:59am
7th Aug 2022 00:59am
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
217 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Aug 2022 00:55am
7th Aug 2022 00:55am
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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