MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
15th Jan 2024 11:04pm
15th Jan 2024 11:04pm
The Elysium Limbo
Now Apollo's sky by Luna is gilt
with a surplus of actinic tribute.
That's how Urania's temples are built
to please that muse of galactic repute.
Only like beams have the requisite span
for architecture of aethereal rank.
Someday mortals may be in on the plan
but we will have to think more like Max Planck!
Meanwhile, certain terrestrial apes
will jot down their uncaged thoughts of the night
about how well the vault of heaven drapes
when the full Wolf Moon makes the night so bright,
next to where the...
with a surplus of actinic tribute.
That's how Urania's temples are built
to please that muse of galactic repute.
Only like beams have the requisite span
for architecture of aethereal rank.
Someday mortals may be in on the plan
but we will have to think more like Max Planck!
Meanwhile, certain terrestrial apes
will jot down their uncaged thoughts of the night
about how well the vault of heaven drapes
when the full Wolf Moon makes the night so bright,
next to where the...
#sky
#mythology
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
15th Jan 2024 1:09am
15th Jan 2024 1:09am
The Harvest
Set not too quickly, oh dangling moon,
for we need effect of your soothing beams.
Treat the raging apes to some subtle tune
that lulls them into tranquilizing dreams.
With backlit nimbus, set care adrift,
to be marooned on some distant shore
or lodge it tightly in some comet’s rift
that it might not be found… forevermore.
Gild with ease the spheres where music plays.
Such overtures are all too lacking
at our clumsy earthbound soirees
where good taste has, of late, been slacking.
Oh, host that ennead, before you...
for we need effect of your soothing beams.
Treat the raging apes to some subtle tune
that lulls them into tranquilizing dreams.
With backlit nimbus, set care adrift,
to be marooned on some distant shore
or lodge it tightly in some comet’s rift
that it might not be found… forevermore.
Gild with ease the spheres where music plays.
Such overtures are all too lacking
at our clumsy earthbound soirees
where good taste has, of late, been slacking.
Oh, host that ennead, before you...
#moon
#sky
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ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
1st Jan 2024 6:34pm
1st Jan 2024 6:34pm
Scanning
Mans' is to plant toes in sand,
unfurl fist from hand, hitch
to any wave that waves back
and hope it's foam soul
consists of nutritious bits and plans.
Wade and hope for wet walls of fish
spraying mist that turns
any dime or dollar ditched for wish to splashes tall and grand.
Off shore because you miss
being drenched in droplets
you once dropped off of
that insist on flowing along long
and glistening strands
to distant lands.
Hop on and hope you've not been tricked
by ship...
unfurl fist from hand, hitch
to any wave that waves back
and hope it's foam soul
consists of nutritious bits and plans.
Wade and hope for wet walls of fish
spraying mist that turns
any dime or dollar ditched for wish to splashes tall and grand.
Off shore because you miss
being drenched in droplets
you once dropped off of
that insist on flowing along long
and glistening strands
to distant lands.
Hop on and hope you've not been tricked
by ship...
#sea
#beach
#sky
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DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2023 11:52pm
22nd Dec 2023 11:52pm
Dusk Reflectives
Though I shall never repent
Sometimes I'm content just to sit
Observing another sunset
Thinking how fast time has went
Though I think not allowed
I watch the Sun hidden by clouds
Wondering of then and now
Curious of what makes me proud
Lapses in the intermittent
Memories ceasing to ridden
Epiphanies ungiven
The sunlight stays hidden
A lifetime of pain and of love
The hourglass never enough
Whatever I'm measuring from
These reflections in Dusk
Sometimes I'm content just to sit
Observing another sunset
Thinking how fast time has went
Though I think not allowed
I watch the Sun hidden by clouds
Wondering of then and now
Curious of what makes me proud
Lapses in the intermittent
Memories ceasing to ridden
Epiphanies ungiven
The sunlight stays hidden
A lifetime of pain and of love
The hourglass never enough
Whatever I'm measuring from
These reflections in Dusk
#sky
69 reads
1 Comment
cabcool
Poem Published
8th Dec 2023 7:41pm
8th Dec 2023 7:41pm
to kiss the wind
a child's bold aspirations
[No. 7 from The Children’s Collection]
“You can grow like a tall tree, when you enjoy the sun, wind, rain,
storms and the stars in the dark nights.”―Amit Ray
sometimes i want to hug a tree
and pull its sturdy trunk to me
and listen to the sap inside
its veins, where harvest secrets hide.
sometimes i want to kiss the wind
and leave perplexities behind,
as random mountains bid me rise
to taste the freshness of the skies.
sometimes i want to ride a cloud,
just to...
[No. 7 from The Children’s Collection]
“You can grow like a tall tree, when you enjoy the sun, wind, rain,
storms and the stars in the dark nights.”―Amit Ray
sometimes i want to hug a tree
and pull its sturdy trunk to me
and listen to the sap inside
its veins, where harvest secrets hide.
sometimes i want to kiss the wind
and leave perplexities behind,
as random mountains bid me rise
to taste the freshness of the skies.
sometimes i want to ride a cloud,
just to...
#childhood
#stars
#sky
#clouds
#nature
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Kinkpoet
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2023 5:30pm
3rd Dec 2023 5:30pm
Painted Sky
amber colored rocker
matches an exact hue
within setting sun
if only for a moment
colors morphing
blending
coalescing into
shades of gray
© 2023 Raibeart Bruis
matches an exact hue
within setting sun
if only for a moment
colors morphing
blending
coalescing into
shades of gray
© 2023 Raibeart Bruis
#sun
#sky
#nature #art
#nature #art
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3 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
29th Nov 2023 6:49am
29th Nov 2023 6:49am
Castor Canadensis
Pale beams on frost pale ground;
the rutting moon has come and gone
and then the Beaver moon hung around
to show the whitefish where to spawn
as she trailed the Pleiades
from early evening, through the night,
then down through all the leafless trees
to charm antipodean sight
by gibbose ostentation gloss
hued as gold as the Bifrost locks
of Hyperion and Helios
and the lumen lovely boondocks
of lodges that the beaver built...
with sticks and stones...and moonlit silt.
the rutting moon has come and gone
and then the Beaver moon hung around
to show the whitefish where to spawn
as she trailed the Pleiades
from early evening, through the night,
then down through all the leafless trees
to charm antipodean sight
by gibbose ostentation gloss
hued as gold as the Bifrost locks
of Hyperion and Helios
and the lumen lovely boondocks
of lodges that the beaver built...
with sticks and stones...and moonlit silt.
#countryside
#river
#sky #nature
#sky #nature
121 reads
5 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2023 00:32am
22nd Nov 2023 00:32am
Nightfall
There's nothing like November sun,
if billows will allow,
when westerlies are on the run
before the schooner prow...
as if to race the chariot,
at Apollo's command,
in beauty multivariate
above the sea and land.
And by the blaze of stellar beams
old autumn dies in gold
to set the tone for winter dreams
in polar vortex cold;
that deepest cold, where Phoebus sleeps,
and skies turn chasm blue
when argent tinsel starlight creeps...
into empyreal view!
if billows will allow,
when westerlies are on the run
before the schooner prow...
as if to race the chariot,
at Apollo's command,
in beauty multivariate
above the sea and land.
And by the blaze of stellar beams
old autumn dies in gold
to set the tone for winter dreams
in polar vortex cold;
that deepest cold, where Phoebus sleeps,
and skies turn chasm blue
when argent tinsel starlight creeps...
into empyreal view!
#sun
#sky
#fall #night
#fall #night
123 reads
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BlackBox
Black Box
Black Box
Poem Published
17th Nov 2023 2:08am
17th Nov 2023 2:08am
Nature’s Bounty
What a time
To be alive
Slowly awakened by rustling leaves
Swaying in the gentle fall breeze
The distant call and response;
A pair of red robins
Join in nature’s chorus
A symphony of calmness
My eyes wander through the foliage
Admiring the collage of colors
Vibrant, lush greenery greets my gaze
Surrounded by an invigorating, uplifting aura
I lethargically take a strolling glimpse
Up above the forest —
A crisp, blue canvas patterned with milky, white clouds meets my pupils
The...
To be alive
Slowly awakened by rustling leaves
Swaying in the gentle fall breeze
The distant call and response;
A pair of red robins
Join in nature’s chorus
A symphony of calmness
My eyes wander through the foliage
Admiring the collage of colors
Vibrant, lush greenery greets my gaze
Surrounded by an invigorating, uplifting aura
I lethargically take a strolling glimpse
Up above the forest —
A crisp, blue canvas patterned with milky, white clouds meets my pupils
The...
#countryside
#forest
#trees
#sky
#nature
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cabcool
Poem Published
16th Nov 2023 7:33pm
16th Nov 2023 7:33pm
umbrella rain
No. 4 from The Children’s Collection]
“Rain never understands why people hide under their umbrellas!
Let us make a surprise to the rain by closing our umbrellas!”
–Mehmet Murat Ildan
i'm not afraid of walking in the rain,
although some folk may grumble and complain;
i like to feel rain rhythms on my face,
as shoulder to shoulder to earth they race.
my brother showed me how to drink the rain
by lolling out my tongue, and how to crane
my neck until my face was parallel
with where the...
“Rain never understands why people hide under their umbrellas!
Let us make a surprise to the rain by closing our umbrellas!”
–Mehmet Murat Ildan
i'm not afraid of walking in the rain,
although some folk may grumble and complain;
i like to feel rain rhythms on my face,
as shoulder to shoulder to earth they race.
my brother showed me how to drink the rain
by lolling out my tongue, and how to crane
my neck until my face was parallel
with where the...
#childhood
#sky
#rain
#water
#funny
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cabcool
Poem Published
15th Nov 2023 10:01pm
15th Nov 2023 10:01pm
kite flight
No. 3 from The Children’s Collection]
“True courage is like a kite; a contrary wind raises it higher.”
–Jean Antoine Petit–Sennpetit–Senn
kite time
is flight time,
as night time
is quiet time.
i'm looking for a big, fat breeze
to lift my kite above the trees,
for sitting here upon the earth
cannot reveal its true flight worth.
long tail
is strong tail,
but prong...
“True courage is like a kite; a contrary wind raises it higher.”
–Jean Antoine Petit–Sennpetit–Senn
kite time
is flight time,
as night time
is quiet time.
i'm looking for a big, fat breeze
to lift my kite above the trees,
for sitting here upon the earth
cannot reveal its true flight worth.
long tail
is strong tail,
but prong...
#childhood
#sky
#nature #ThrillSeeking
#nature #ThrillSeeking
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cabcool
Poem Published
15th Nov 2023 2:57am
15th Nov 2023 2:57am
i saw myself in the river
a child in danger at the waters’ edge
No. 2 from The Children’s Collection
i saw myself in the river,
though scarcely could i swim;
my whole self started to quiver,
while stood i on the brim.
i danced about like a vapour
with hands and feet and eyes,
as floaty as human paper;
the waters were my skies.
at first, i loved the excitement:
it seemed that i could fly!
but when i saw the embankment,
i knew that i could die.
the trees and hilltops were seeming
to make me sail upstream;
how could i stand there...
No. 2 from The Children’s Collection
i saw myself in the river,
though scarcely could i swim;
my whole self started to quiver,
while stood i on the brim.
i danced about like a vapour
with hands and feet and eyes,
as floaty as human paper;
the waters were my skies.
at first, i loved the excitement:
it seemed that i could fly!
but when i saw the embankment,
i knew that i could die.
the trees and hilltops were seeming
to make me sail upstream;
how could i stand there...
#children
#river
#sky
#SelfReflection
#risk
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