MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
11th Jul 2022 2:29pm
11th Jul 2022 2:29pm
The Way We Were
In the last days of the techno world
Civility sank under hatred's weight
And degrading epithets were hurled
Thinking that the thing making great men great.
The leadership led with a Gong Show gong
To pocket pick the people's attention
Away from distinguishing right from wrong
Or who deserved an honorable mention.
Then one day there was something amiss
As nature took our sapience to task
With the sort of thing we couldn't dismiss
Without wearing an exceptional mask!
One that kept evil out of our face
As it symbolized our social...
Civility sank under hatred's weight
And degrading epithets were hurled
Thinking that the thing making great men great.
The leadership led with a Gong Show gong
To pocket pick the people's attention
Away from distinguishing right from wrong
Or who deserved an honorable mention.
Then one day there was something amiss
As nature took our sapience to task
With the sort of thing we couldn't dismiss
Without wearing an exceptional mask!
One that kept evil out of our face
As it symbolized our social...
#death
#tragedy
#greed
#suffering
#sacrifice
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
11th Jul 2022 2:29pm
11th Jul 2022 2:29pm
The Way We Were
In the last days of the techno world
Civility sank under hatred's weight
And degrading epithets were hurled
Thinking that the thing making great men great.
The leadership led with a Gong Show gong
To pocket pick the people's attention
Away from distinguishing right from wrong
Or who deserved an honorable mention.
Then one day there was something amiss
As nature took our sapience to task
With the sort of thing we couldn't dismiss
Without wearing an exceptional mask!
One that kept evil out of our face
As it symbolized our social...
Civility sank under hatred's weight
And degrading epithets were hurled
Thinking that the thing making great men great.
The leadership led with a Gong Show gong
To pocket pick the people's attention
Away from distinguishing right from wrong
Or who deserved an honorable mention.
Then one day there was something amiss
As nature took our sapience to task
With the sort of thing we couldn't dismiss
Without wearing an exceptional mask!
One that kept evil out of our face
As it symbolized our social...
#death
#tragedy
#greed
#suffering
#sacrifice
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
11th Jul 2022 2:29pm
11th Jul 2022 2:29pm
The Way We Were
In the last days of the techno world
Civility sank under hatred's weight
And degrading epithets were hurled
Thinking that the thing making great men great.
The leadership led with a Gong Show gong
To pocket pick the people's attention
Away from distinguishing right from wrong
Or who deserved an honorable mention.
Then one day there was something amiss
As nature took our sapience to task
With the sort of thing we couldn't dismiss
Without wearing an exceptional mask!
One that kept evil out of our face
As it symbolized our social...
Civility sank under hatred's weight
And degrading epithets were hurled
Thinking that the thing making great men great.
The leadership led with a Gong Show gong
To pocket pick the people's attention
Away from distinguishing right from wrong
Or who deserved an honorable mention.
Then one day there was something amiss
As nature took our sapience to task
With the sort of thing we couldn't dismiss
Without wearing an exceptional mask!
One that kept evil out of our face
As it symbolized our social...
#death
#tragedy
#greed
#suffering
#sacrifice
339 reads
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
11th Jul 2022 2:29pm
11th Jul 2022 2:29pm
The Way We Were
In the last days of the techno world
Civility sank under hatred's weight
And degrading epithets were hurled
Thinking that the thing making great men great.
The leadership led with a Gong Show gong
To pocket pick the people's attention
Away from distinguishing right from wrong
Or who deserved an honorable mention.
Then one day there was something amiss
As nature took our sapience to task
With the sort of thing we couldn't dismiss
Without wearing an exceptional mask!
One that kept evil out of our face
As it symbolized our social...
Civility sank under hatred's weight
And degrading epithets were hurled
Thinking that the thing making great men great.
The leadership led with a Gong Show gong
To pocket pick the people's attention
Away from distinguishing right from wrong
Or who deserved an honorable mention.
Then one day there was something amiss
As nature took our sapience to task
With the sort of thing we couldn't dismiss
Without wearing an exceptional mask!
One that kept evil out of our face
As it symbolized our social...
#death
#tragedy
#greed
#suffering
#sacrifice
339 reads
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
11th Jul 2022 2:29pm
11th Jul 2022 2:29pm
The Way We Were
In the last days of the techno world
Civility sank under hatred's weight
And degrading epithets were hurled
Thinking that the thing making great men great.
The leadership led with a Gong Show gong
To pocket pick the people's attention
Away from distinguishing right from wrong
Or who deserved an honorable mention.
Then one day there was something amiss
As nature took our sapience to task
With the sort of thing we couldn't dismiss
Without wearing an exceptional mask!
One that kept evil out of our face
As it symbolized our social...
Civility sank under hatred's weight
And degrading epithets were hurled
Thinking that the thing making great men great.
The leadership led with a Gong Show gong
To pocket pick the people's attention
Away from distinguishing right from wrong
Or who deserved an honorable mention.
Then one day there was something amiss
As nature took our sapience to task
With the sort of thing we couldn't dismiss
Without wearing an exceptional mask!
One that kept evil out of our face
As it symbolized our social...
#death
#tragedy
#greed
#suffering
#sacrifice
339 reads
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 6:31pm
5th Nov 2024 6:31pm
trigger happy
surrounded yet "alone"- invasions of the "clones"- is what indoctrination does to beings that call this "home";
one'd like to wonder things outside of what's known as beliefs- one's glad one's not a "preacher's kid"-there still was no relief;
one has an open mind- that this life is not the end- but imagined if this was- then I wish I've never been....
no one here's a "saint"-but all once innocent; who here really knows the truth about the what-that created this?
...
one'd like to wonder things outside of what's known as beliefs- one's glad one's not a "preacher's kid"-there still was no relief;
one has an open mind- that this life is not the end- but imagined if this was- then I wish I've never been....
no one here's a "saint"-but all once innocent; who here really knows the truth about the what-that created this?
...
#death
#LifeCycle
#religion #spiritual
#religion #spiritual
158 reads
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 6:31pm
5th Nov 2024 6:31pm
trigger happy
surrounded yet "alone"- invasions of the "clones"- is what indoctrination does to beings that call this "home";
one'd like to wonder things outside of what's known as beliefs- one's glad one's not a "preacher's kid"-there still was no relief;
one has an open mind- that this life is not the end- but imagined if this was- then I wish I've never been....
no one here's a "saint"-but all once innocent; who here really knows the truth about the what-that created this?
...
one'd like to wonder things outside of what's known as beliefs- one's glad one's not a "preacher's kid"-there still was no relief;
one has an open mind- that this life is not the end- but imagined if this was- then I wish I've never been....
no one here's a "saint"-but all once innocent; who here really knows the truth about the what-that created this?
...
#death
#LifeCycle
#religion #spiritual
#religion #spiritual
158 reads
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 6:31pm
5th Nov 2024 6:31pm
trigger happy
surrounded yet "alone"- invasions of the "clones"- is what indoctrination does to beings that call this "home";
one'd like to wonder things outside of what's known as beliefs- one's glad one's not a "preacher's kid"-there still was no relief;
one has an open mind- that this life is not the end- but imagined if this was- then I wish I've never been....
no one here's a "saint"-but all once innocent; who here really knows the truth about the what-that created this?
...
one'd like to wonder things outside of what's known as beliefs- one's glad one's not a "preacher's kid"-there still was no relief;
one has an open mind- that this life is not the end- but imagined if this was- then I wish I've never been....
no one here's a "saint"-but all once innocent; who here really knows the truth about the what-that created this?
...
#death
#LifeCycle
#religion #spiritual
#religion #spiritual
158 reads
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 6:31pm
5th Nov 2024 6:31pm
trigger happy
surrounded yet "alone"- invasions of the "clones"- is what indoctrination does to beings that call this "home";
one'd like to wonder things outside of what's known as beliefs- one's glad one's not a "preacher's kid"-there still was no relief;
one has an open mind- that this life is not the end- but imagined if this was- then I wish I've never been....
no one here's a "saint"-but all once innocent; who here really knows the truth about the what-that created this?
...
one'd like to wonder things outside of what's known as beliefs- one's glad one's not a "preacher's kid"-there still was no relief;
one has an open mind- that this life is not the end- but imagined if this was- then I wish I've never been....
no one here's a "saint"-but all once innocent; who here really knows the truth about the what-that created this?
...
#death
#LifeCycle
#religion #spiritual
#religion #spiritual
158 reads
DevilsChild
Poem Published
17th Aug 2024 8:35am
17th Aug 2024 8:35am
Unanimated
eyes are bloodshot
head hurts
feeling dizzy as he walks
heart races like nascar
ignoring the symptoms
doctors just dismiss it
friends see it in his face
something’s wrong
but there’s no help
till the day he becomes so…
unanimated
her stomach hurts
everything she eats
makes her want to puke
the diagnosis is set
cancer of the ovaries
her first thoughts are
not of death
but of debt
leaving burden as inheritance
until the day she becomes so…
unanimated
just got that promotion...
head hurts
feeling dizzy as he walks
heart races like nascar
ignoring the symptoms
doctors just dismiss it
friends see it in his face
something’s wrong
but there’s no help
till the day he becomes so…
unanimated
her stomach hurts
everything she eats
makes her want to puke
the diagnosis is set
cancer of the ovaries
her first thoughts are
not of death
but of debt
leaving burden as inheritance
until the day she becomes so…
unanimated
just got that promotion...
#death
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 11:05am
8th Apr 2025 11:05am
don't shatter the psychedelic sunshine (for JC)
I wish I could paint a world
that belongs just to us
coloured in the hues
of your heartbeat
Your voice rings
like a recording off glass
that shatters and falls silent
I fucking miss you
I hoard memories
like time can't sweep them away
but you're already gone
And I didn't know
I didn't know
time stole you
and no one told me
And I didn't know
missing you could hurt this much
We made our own world
I painted my darkness
into something beautiful ...
that belongs just to us
coloured in the hues
of your heartbeat
Your voice rings
like a recording off glass
that shatters and falls silent
I fucking miss you
I hoard memories
like time can't sweep them away
but you're already gone
And I didn't know
I didn't know
time stole you
and no one told me
And I didn't know
missing you could hurt this much
We made our own world
I painted my darkness
into something beautiful ...
#death
#friendship
#grief
#love
#memorial
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 11:05am
8th Apr 2025 11:05am
don't shatter the psychedelic sunshine (for JC)
I wish I could paint a world
that belongs just to us
coloured in the hues
of your heartbeat
Your voice rings
like a recording off glass
that shatters and falls silent
I fucking miss you
I hoard memories
like time can't sweep them away
but you're already gone
And I didn't know
I didn't know
time stole you
and no one told me
And I didn't know
missing you could hurt this much
We made our own world
I painted my darkness
into something beautiful ...
that belongs just to us
coloured in the hues
of your heartbeat
Your voice rings
like a recording off glass
that shatters and falls silent
I fucking miss you
I hoard memories
like time can't sweep them away
but you're already gone
And I didn't know
I didn't know
time stole you
and no one told me
And I didn't know
missing you could hurt this much
We made our own world
I painted my darkness
into something beautiful ...
#death
#friendship
#grief
#love
#memorial
66 reads
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