Submissions by MidnightSonneteer
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My alter ego is...THE MIDNIGHT SONNETEER
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th May 2022 4:37pm
24th May 2022 4:37pm
Republicans
Oh dear! How easily the ego bruises
When a greater talent starts showing off
An appreciation for the muses
Divorced from academic Boomer scoff.
Unable to adopt a dulcet tone,
Due to a glut of cultural frets,
The conventional soul is all alone
In a Phantom Zone of ancient regrets,
And Incapable of anything new.
Pitiful indeed is the old trickless dog
Forever vomiting old dumpster spew,
Or wallowing, as an old hateful hog
In the clutches of rhetorical hell;
Impotent...against the Faustian spell.
When a greater talent starts showing off
An appreciation for the muses
Divorced from academic Boomer scoff.
Unable to adopt a dulcet tone,
Due to a glut of cultural frets,
The conventional soul is all alone
In a Phantom Zone of ancient regrets,
And Incapable of anything new.
Pitiful indeed is the old trickless dog
Forever vomiting old dumpster spew,
Or wallowing, as an old hateful hog
In the clutches of rhetorical hell;
Impotent...against the Faustian spell.
#MentalHealth
#HumanRights
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SELF POEM
Published
24th May 2022 4:20pm
24th May 2022 4:20pm
Core Values
When I'm strolling the social path
Sometimes I hear of folks bereft
Which fires up my social wrath
To see me strolling on the left,
Where I still see a fruitful Earth,
Unlike the hard rocks on the right
With unchecked rage at its full girth...
Promising policies of blight.
I stay center lane, if I can,
As that's the way of Whiggery
And helps promote my master plan
Of scripting verse...amphigory...
Which conservatives will not conserve
Once struck upon the acoustic nerve.
Sometimes I hear of folks bereft
Which fires up my social wrath
To see me strolling on the left,
Where I still see a fruitful Earth,
Unlike the hard rocks on the right
With unchecked rage at its full girth...
Promising policies of blight.
I stay center lane, if I can,
As that's the way of Whiggery
And helps promote my master plan
Of scripting verse...amphigory...
Which conservatives will not conserve
Once struck upon the acoustic nerve.
#narrative
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th May 2022 1:21am
24th May 2022 1:21am
The Language of Love
As warfare worships warrior bonnets
The self-same lack of law and love
Allows for me to praise all sonnets
In terms the hateful know not of,
For as sturdy as the soldier looks
He studies how to snuff out lives
Instead of studying all the books
Which mate all bachelors with new wives.
Sometimes the script is simple
And other times too complex,
Like balancing a lady's wimple
Atop her cranium circumflex...
Where bonnets aim at heaven instead
Of haberdashery Hell bred.
The self-same lack of law and love
Allows for me to praise all sonnets
In terms the hateful know not of,
For as sturdy as the soldier looks
He studies how to snuff out lives
Instead of studying all the books
Which mate all bachelors with new wives.
Sometimes the script is simple
And other times too complex,
Like balancing a lady's wimple
Atop her cranium circumflex...
Where bonnets aim at heaven instead
Of haberdashery Hell bred.
#sonnet
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
24th May 2022 1:03am
24th May 2022 1:03am
Old Glory!
Our nation's truest station
Is as a refuge from extremes
Where we exchange our finest dreams
Into a heavenly conflation,
Always with the purpose in mind
Of life with dignity and grace
In something like a pristine place
By golden ratios refined.
Thusly the classical arrived
Into a wilderness anew
Where they, and I, might work with you
To see old glory once more revived
And flourish free from jealous elder gods;
Replaced with a divinity
Motivated by affinity...
And not by heartless rifle squads,
Since raising rage...
Is as a refuge from extremes
Where we exchange our finest dreams
Into a heavenly conflation,
Always with the purpose in mind
Of life with dignity and grace
In something like a pristine place
By golden ratios refined.
Thusly the classical arrived
Into a wilderness anew
Where they, and I, might work with you
To see old glory once more revived
And flourish free from jealous elder gods;
Replaced with a divinity
Motivated by affinity...
And not by heartless rifle squads,
Since raising rage...
#technology
#freedom
#responsibility #passion
#responsibility #passion
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd May 2022 9:30am
23rd May 2022 9:30am
Espalier Divine
A sonnet is a plan akin
To a dream catcher in the night
Apprehending thought process flight,
On its way out, or its way in
Its customary digression;
A traipsing tumbleweed of thought
In dire need of an anchor spot
To prevent its retrogression...
With air brake caesura feathers
To slow mentation's hectic ebbs
Or rhyme scheming spider webs
To snare spirits, in all weathers...
On the circuitous sort of grid
Forever friendly to the id.
To a dream catcher in the night
Apprehending thought process flight,
On its way out, or its way in
Its customary digression;
A traipsing tumbleweed of thought
In dire need of an anchor spot
To prevent its retrogression...
With air brake caesura feathers
To slow mentation's hectic ebbs
Or rhyme scheming spider webs
To snare spirits, in all weathers...
On the circuitous sort of grid
Forever friendly to the id.
#rhyming
#sonnet
#metaphor #symbolism
#metaphor #symbolism
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DRUGS POEM
Published
23rd May 2022 9:18am
23rd May 2022 9:18am
Asylum
I give salutations to troubled souls
And marvel at the unwelcome states
Of those persisting interior debates;
Thinking they've lost all their self controls.
It's then I scold myself for heartless thoughts,
Forgetting that brains must be silly things
Allowed from time to time to stretch their wings
And flap themselves above the hellish spots
Where flightless mentation sometimes maroons.
But there, amid the strand desolation,
Of existential consolidation...
Reflects the dazzle of a thousand moons;
Every one of them as graceful a...
And marvel at the unwelcome states
Of those persisting interior debates;
Thinking they've lost all their self controls.
It's then I scold myself for heartless thoughts,
Forgetting that brains must be silly things
Allowed from time to time to stretch their wings
And flap themselves above the hellish spots
Where flightless mentation sometimes maroons.
But there, amid the strand desolation,
Of existential consolidation...
Reflects the dazzle of a thousand moons;
Every one of them as graceful a...
#LGBT
#addiction
#misunderstood #transgender
#misunderstood #transgender
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ANGER POEM
Published
23rd May 2022 1:29am
23rd May 2022 1:29am
Requisition!
I want some application of order
Above and beyond what nature provides,
Like turbines taking advantage of tides
Or honeycombed hexagonal border
Insulated with paneled wood of pine.
Nature brings us only partway home
From wheresoever we all must roam
Shopping for the treats on which we dine.
But homes are never completely replete
Wherever fortunate consumers live,
And having little foison left to give
Their domicile hats hang in defeat...
And ofttimes too, atop a roadway berm,
Where order lacks an investment firm!
Above and beyond what nature provides,
Like turbines taking advantage of tides
Or honeycombed hexagonal border
Insulated with paneled wood of pine.
Nature brings us only partway home
From wheresoever we all must roam
Shopping for the treats on which we dine.
But homes are never completely replete
Wherever fortunate consumers live,
And having little foison left to give
Their domicile hats hang in defeat...
And ofttimes too, atop a roadway berm,
Where order lacks an investment firm!
#frustration
#redemption
#disappointment
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd May 2022 1:17am
23rd May 2022 1:17am
Love...Infinity
Whither faulty block and crack damnation
Fade me toward a settled crumble,
By some Doric temple column rumble
Of final outspan ruination...
Then drifting like blown pluton etching moss
Through aspiration's wracked barrel vault slope
Of vortical wind tunnel howling hope
Eluding the next new nexus of loss,
Only, in a gentle butterfly breeze...
Halo hovering in some mode of stealth,
And recognizing desolation wealth
In Zephyr hacking a pediment frieze
As an inspiration's legacy force
Conducting infinity's intercourse!
Fade me toward a settled crumble,
By some Doric temple column rumble
Of final outspan ruination...
Then drifting like blown pluton etching moss
Through aspiration's wracked barrel vault slope
Of vortical wind tunnel howling hope
Eluding the next new nexus of loss,
Only, in a gentle butterfly breeze...
Halo hovering in some mode of stealth,
And recognizing desolation wealth
In Zephyr hacking a pediment frieze
As an inspiration's legacy force
Conducting infinity's intercourse!
#fate
#redemption
#philosophical
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd May 2022 5:22pm
22nd May 2022 5:22pm
The Cloud...
That Unicode abode in mystic mode,
Seems like a phantom from the Krypton Zone
Where memory goes to slowly erode
When we're all done with that new fangled phone.
Dead is the wit on a shelf or a scroll
So Hoover it all up into the sky
Where bytes and bits are what's left of a soul
When the rest is Soylent Green in a pie!
Then down again to a data farm plot
With an epitaph...of L.E.D. light...
Marking the spot where you once had the thought
That love was the glow that lit up the night,
And the most any cloud might ever do
Was to...
Seems like a phantom from the Krypton Zone
Where memory goes to slowly erode
When we're all done with that new fangled phone.
Dead is the wit on a shelf or a scroll
So Hoover it all up into the sky
Where bytes and bits are what's left of a soul
When the rest is Soylent Green in a pie!
Then down again to a data farm plot
With an epitaph...of L.E.D. light...
Marking the spot where you once had the thought
That love was the glow that lit up the night,
And the most any cloud might ever do
Was to...
#evolution
#LifeCycle
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd May 2022 5:14pm
22nd May 2022 5:14pm
Pomona
A sufferable proof of one true god
Would be to find that she were communist
With maternal instinct in every nod
To land upon every soul she kissed
In all her oddly procreative ways.
Strange indeed are the arcane rites of sex;
An elemental logic, and a craze,
Where periodic matter forms a hex...
To cast seed from teeming horns of plenty
And their desideratum departments
For more peace loving cognoscenti
In keenly decorated apartments...
Where men evermore would renounce all war
For troubadour tunes and love galore!
Would be to find that she were communist
With maternal instinct in every nod
To land upon every soul she kissed
In all her oddly procreative ways.
Strange indeed are the arcane rites of sex;
An elemental logic, and a craze,
Where periodic matter forms a hex...
To cast seed from teeming horns of plenty
And their desideratum departments
For more peace loving cognoscenti
In keenly decorated apartments...
Where men evermore would renounce all war
For troubadour tunes and love galore!
#utopia
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd May 2022 9:16am
22nd May 2022 9:16am
The International
We live in the age of the dimming wit
Where hearth holy flames of domestic bliss
Are all too often...algorithmically split
In consternation to the neutral Swiss
Who every day display the peaceful way
To model behavior for all to see
(Whether you are straight or savagely gay)
When Geneva is on a convention spree;
Where chocolate is great and the wine first rate
On every hotel floor diplomatic...
With official Red Cross cookies of state
By pastry chefs...ably programmatic,
And the coffee cups are all heaped with foam
Perking...
Where hearth holy flames of domestic bliss
Are all too often...algorithmically split
In consternation to the neutral Swiss
Who every day display the peaceful way
To model behavior for all to see
(Whether you are straight or savagely gay)
When Geneva is on a convention spree;
Where chocolate is great and the wine first rate
On every hotel floor diplomatic...
With official Red Cross cookies of state
By pastry chefs...ably programmatic,
And the coffee cups are all heaped with foam
Perking...
#city
#earth
#utopia
#redemption
#philosophical
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd May 2022 9:09am
22nd May 2022 9:09am
The Revels!
Christmas is force multiplier crazy,
On the good side of the crazy coin,
Where balance sheets get a little hazy
When purse strings and hearts at last conjoin
To wed into some utopian tact
The outrages of the previous day
And undermine every cynical act
By role modeling a different way;
A way that flips the coin bad side down
And celebrates the spangled upside flip
With merriment and jollity renown
For getting downbeat hearts to up and skip
All through the darkest weeks of the year...
To start the next with a boisterous cheer!
On the good side of the crazy coin,
Where balance sheets get a little hazy
When purse strings and hearts at last conjoin
To wed into some utopian tact
The outrages of the previous day
And undermine every cynical act
By role modeling a different way;
A way that flips the coin bad side down
And celebrates the spangled upside flip
With merriment and jollity renown
For getting downbeat hearts to up and skip
All through the darkest weeks of the year...
To start the next with a boisterous cheer!
#Christmas
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