Submissions by MidnightSonneteer
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My alter ego is...THE MIDNIGHT SONNETEER
SELF POEM
Published
28th May 2022 3:28pm
28th May 2022 3:28pm
Amendment 1
Lost in a divergence of thought,
Spun from esoteric melee,
My comprehension became forgot
Before it had a chance to play...
And entertain my pensive state
With mentation morsels aplenty
Linked such wise as to culminate
My forebrain more towards cognoscenti.
But weariness and age are such
That one might think they conspire
To place my sanity out of touch
With lofty reason's hallowed choir...
Ever a bit beyond the reach
Of mood swings mixed with freedom of speech.
Spun from esoteric melee,
My comprehension became forgot
Before it had a chance to play...
And entertain my pensive state
With mentation morsels aplenty
Linked such wise as to culminate
My forebrain more towards cognoscenti.
But weariness and age are such
That one might think they conspire
To place my sanity out of touch
With lofty reason's hallowed choir...
Ever a bit beyond the reach
Of mood swings mixed with freedom of speech.
#learning
#acceptance
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
28th May 2022 2:27am
28th May 2022 2:27am
Utopia
The world is going up in flames
And running out of water too
As we call each other ugly names
And beat each other black and blue.
It's the sort of thing that kills a buzz
Or floats a turd in bowls of punch
And creates fabric pills of fuzz
Or corn chips that no longer crunch.
But bog not your thought with piss poor chance,
As applied to a global survey,
Whilst being grateful for clean pants
As we keep all pathogens well away
From that future for which we yearn
Where hell itself takes an upward turn.
And running out of water too
As we call each other ugly names
And beat each other black and blue.
It's the sort of thing that kills a buzz
Or floats a turd in bowls of punch
And creates fabric pills of fuzz
Or corn chips that no longer crunch.
But bog not your thought with piss poor chance,
As applied to a global survey,
Whilst being grateful for clean pants
As we keep all pathogens well away
From that future for which we yearn
Where hell itself takes an upward turn.
#anxiety
#motivational
#acceptance #determination
#acceptance #determination
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DARK POEM
Published
28th May 2022 2:22am
28th May 2022 2:22am
Terminus Epiphanic...
Is the point where my thoughts congeal
About a whole universe of things
As potential for the commonweal
And not the wretched wastefulness of kings.
So do not say to me that Christ is lord,
As he is an icon of the poor,
Especially when wealthy lords are bored
Whenever they are not obtaining more.
I see it all through an addiction glass
As it clarifies both pleasure and pain
And rescues thought from neurologic morass
Where, voila, resides an efficient brain.
Yet no matter how sober a mind may be
Cynicism still...
About a whole universe of things
As potential for the commonweal
And not the wretched wastefulness of kings.
So do not say to me that Christ is lord,
As he is an icon of the poor,
Especially when wealthy lords are bored
Whenever they are not obtaining more.
I see it all through an addiction glass
As it clarifies both pleasure and pain
And rescues thought from neurologic morass
Where, voila, resides an efficient brain.
Yet no matter how sober a mind may be
Cynicism still...
#MentalHealth
#philosophical
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SELF POEM
Published
27th May 2022 5:46pm
27th May 2022 5:46pm
Yule Nigh
I'll have my poems...rococo
Or I'll have no poems at all
Describing midnight lunar glow
In late summer or early fall...
Which is the season I like best
But not when flames befoul the air
In the glory of the sunset west
Where evenings are beyond compare!
But soon the rain must fall again
And cold come with increasing dark
Since winter is the now and then
Where humans make their greatest mark,
About how human hearts are made
For Holidays and mutual aid!
Or I'll have no poems at all
Describing midnight lunar glow
In late summer or early fall...
Which is the season I like best
But not when flames befoul the air
In the glory of the sunset west
Where evenings are beyond compare!
But soon the rain must fall again
And cold come with increasing dark
Since winter is the now and then
Where humans make their greatest mark,
About how human hearts are made
For Holidays and mutual aid!
#motivational
#inspirational
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th May 2022 5:39pm
27th May 2022 5:39pm
Orion Moonshadow
He raised his club in unison
With the clarion crescent moon
To show a morning so fine spun
It snatched the glory from high noon
Who, as usual, had a nap
To bypass harsh diurnal glare
As the world revolved its map
Toward night's invigorating air,
Sure to freshen the sleeping stars
Once more into the winking eyes
Of vast photonic reservoirs...
Which energize all midnight skies
Even when the weather precludes
Moon shadow and infinitudes!
With the clarion crescent moon
To show a morning so fine spun
It snatched the glory from high noon
Who, as usual, had a nap
To bypass harsh diurnal glare
As the world revolved its map
Toward night's invigorating air,
Sure to freshen the sleeping stars
Once more into the winking eyes
Of vast photonic reservoirs...
Which energize all midnight skies
Even when the weather precludes
Moon shadow and infinitudes!
#sky
#nature
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EROTIC POEM
Published
27th May 2022 3:33am
27th May 2022 3:33am
Skylarking
I gaze upon my lady love
As a squirrel ponders a tree,
Noting every limb thereof
And how they might ensorcell me.
How marvelous her sprigs and boughs,
Forthwith heavenward to mount,
For that occasional carouse
More cherished than a bank account.
And though our cash is green as well
It has, as leaves, a luster lack...
Or an organic, lusty smell
Like nuts within a bulging sack...
Spilled out like sap from spring fresh wood
By the botany of maidenhood!
As a squirrel ponders a tree,
Noting every limb thereof
And how they might ensorcell me.
How marvelous her sprigs and boughs,
Forthwith heavenward to mount,
For that occasional carouse
More cherished than a bank account.
And though our cash is green as well
It has, as leaves, a luster lack...
Or an organic, lusty smell
Like nuts within a bulging sack...
Spilled out like sap from spring fresh wood
By the botany of maidenhood!
#passion
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th May 2022 3:26am
27th May 2022 3:26am
Phase Angle Zero
Oh how September markets green for gold!
You see hints of it at the top most leaf
And weed stems as pale as gothic grief
For the flaxen hues of November cold
Forever lurking in the weeks ahead
To gently preface relentless winter,
As much as any firewood splinter,
And the amber sap in that fiber...dead.
So praise the breath preceding summer's death
And take what you can from that final glow
Which makes another heaven here below
The one with empty interstellar breadth...
Leaving us all with the lingering light
A harvest moon...
You see hints of it at the top most leaf
And weed stems as pale as gothic grief
For the flaxen hues of November cold
Forever lurking in the weeks ahead
To gently preface relentless winter,
As much as any firewood splinter,
And the amber sap in that fiber...dead.
So praise the breath preceding summer's death
And take what you can from that final glow
Which makes another heaven here below
The one with empty interstellar breadth...
Leaving us all with the lingering light
A harvest moon...
#sky
#nature
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th May 2022 7:28pm
26th May 2022 7:28pm
Equal Nights
I fell into a moonlit trance
As I watched the evening sky
Gild a passing nimbus expanse
Just as it was sailing by...
And Jove as well would sometimes show,
In the gaps of billowing puffs,
His majestic, gas giant glow
Like pride...on Elizabethan ruffs!
Saturn likewise surveyed the scene
As he saucered into the west...
Deep into the aquamarine
Where royal stress is decompressed;
Lit only by the harvested dreams
Of Luna's finest September beams!
As I watched the evening sky
Gild a passing nimbus expanse
Just as it was sailing by...
And Jove as well would sometimes show,
In the gaps of billowing puffs,
His majestic, gas giant glow
Like pride...on Elizabethan ruffs!
Saturn likewise surveyed the scene
As he saucered into the west...
Deep into the aquamarine
Where royal stress is decompressed;
Lit only by the harvested dreams
Of Luna's finest September beams!
#sky
#clouds
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th May 2022 7:23pm
26th May 2022 7:23pm
Nulli Secundus!
Rapt...by the zenith of her lambent force
I saw midnight embrace the harvest moon
And with shadow arms...held an intercourse,
Of glory yield and September strewn...
Where lunar beams blazed a scattered haze;
Wove as rich as dandelion composts
By craters fertile with surplus rays...
Flourishing shade into butterscotch ghosts!
Thusly cavemen could not otherwise deem
But that all her gold made the moon a queen,
And we, her subjects in a fecund dream
Where royal glamour radiates pristine...
To conquer the green of late summer nights ...
I saw midnight embrace the harvest moon
And with shadow arms...held an intercourse,
Of glory yield and September strewn...
Where lunar beams blazed a scattered haze;
Wove as rich as dandelion composts
By craters fertile with surplus rays...
Flourishing shade into butterscotch ghosts!
Thusly cavemen could not otherwise deem
But that all her gold made the moon a queen,
And we, her subjects in a fecund dream
Where royal glamour radiates pristine...
To conquer the green of late summer nights ...
#sky
#clouds
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th May 2022 4:11am
26th May 2022 4:11am
Wanings
Her thin crescent lurks in the fog,
As lingering September pomp,
On a morning more like a bog
Or moody Man-Thing gothic swamp;
A final parting grin of sorts
From summer's fading luster
Where naked heaven still cavorts,
In nostalgic tinsel bluster,
Clear through a fresh autumnal dawn
Still struggling to clear itself
Like the anti-meridian yawn
From some hung over midnight Elf,
Still smitten by September sun...
Now by October...quite undone!
As lingering September pomp,
On a morning more like a bog
Or moody Man-Thing gothic swamp;
A final parting grin of sorts
From summer's fading luster
Where naked heaven still cavorts,
In nostalgic tinsel bluster,
Clear through a fresh autumnal dawn
Still struggling to clear itself
Like the anti-meridian yawn
From some hung over midnight Elf,
Still smitten by September sun...
Now by October...quite undone!
#sky
#nature
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th May 2022 4:10am
26th May 2022 4:10am
Reverie
Farewell September! Farewell summer!
Oh how I wish you both could stay
With your sunbeams like an angel strummer
Teasing harp string gold with a halo ray!
Farewell imperial sunset gloss!
We must learn to live without your grace
Much as midnight bears an albatross
Through the vorticals of maritime space!
Farewell wildfire atmosphere,
And the amber of your prismatic beams
Anchoring the sky with the hue of cheer
Forever seen in the finest dreams...
Like the ones we have of seasons we love
More joyous than the heavens above!
Oh how I wish you both could stay
With your sunbeams like an angel strummer
Teasing harp string gold with a halo ray!
Farewell imperial sunset gloss!
We must learn to live without your grace
Much as midnight bears an albatross
Through the vorticals of maritime space!
Farewell wildfire atmosphere,
And the amber of your prismatic beams
Anchoring the sky with the hue of cheer
Forever seen in the finest dreams...
Like the ones we have of seasons we love
More joyous than the heavens above!
#happiness
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
25th May 2022 7:58pm
25th May 2022 7:58pm
Strange Powers
Plagued by an inner ear tesseract dream
A chap, I won't say who, soon discovered
His multi faceted consciousness stream,
In as many universes hovered,
Where he gazed upon all manner of things,
And with motley perspectives keenly mixed
Into thoughts as splendid as renaissance kings
And by a stone cold genius fixed!
It was an odd place for a cosmic cube
But at least it was tough to misplace
If wisely left by the Eustachian tube
And not in the shiftless reaches of space,
Where supervillains might put it to use
For another round of...
A chap, I won't say who, soon discovered
His multi faceted consciousness stream,
In as many universes hovered,
Where he gazed upon all manner of things,
And with motley perspectives keenly mixed
Into thoughts as splendid as renaissance kings
And by a stone cold genius fixed!
It was an odd place for a cosmic cube
But at least it was tough to misplace
If wisely left by the Eustachian tube
And not in the shiftless reaches of space,
Where supervillains might put it to use
For another round of...
#LifeChangingMoment
#MyInspiration
#uplifting
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