Sonnet Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#sonnet
Sonneteer
Poem Published
26th Dec 2022 10:57pm
26th Dec 2022 10:57pm
The Fool to the Conspiracist
The fire of fantasy in tune with life
can be a spark of creativity
but if the eyes of mind deluded see
the self may injure self in futile strife.
The norm and not the apogee is rife
although displaying continuity
but blind adherence to illusory
should bring in use some sharp dividing knife.
Our populists and maniacs the same
in all but wealth and influence and fame
and those who follow suffer their disease
with sense and hope eroding by degrees.
This madman wishes that before too long,
they, like him, realise that...
can be a spark of creativity
but if the eyes of mind deluded see
the self may injure self in futile strife.
The norm and not the apogee is rife
although displaying continuity
but blind adherence to illusory
should bring in use some sharp dividing knife.
Our populists and maniacs the same
in all but wealth and influence and fame
and those who follow suffer their disease
with sense and hope eroding by degrees.
This madman wishes that before too long,
they, like him, realise that...
#politics
#sonnet
#MentalHealth
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
30th Aug 2022 7:29pm
30th Aug 2022 7:29pm
The Old Familiar
You gild the midnight breeze with your hooting
Oh most regal neighborhood owl.
There is no sound more sylvan suiting
To be had from any other fowl,
And it is unexpected in these parts
Where recent times have been so hard on trees
And all of the modern suburban arts,
With sounds like yours, forever disagrees.
But your tenured wisdom is secured, great bird,
You see tranquility with an elder eye.
You are kindred to my nocturnal word
Just like a lighthouse foghorn in the sky!
A sky you share with no avian peer...
Just a...
Oh most regal neighborhood owl.
There is no sound more sylvan suiting
To be had from any other fowl,
And it is unexpected in these parts
Where recent times have been so hard on trees
And all of the modern suburban arts,
With sounds like yours, forever disagrees.
But your tenured wisdom is secured, great bird,
You see tranquility with an elder eye.
You are kindred to my nocturnal word
Just like a lighthouse foghorn in the sky!
A sky you share with no avian peer...
Just a...
#night
#sonnet
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
28th Aug 2022 1:39am
28th Aug 2022 1:39am
The Evening Aesthetic
Poetry's vessel must have a sail
For the breeze of inspiration to fill
But when that breeze becomes a full gale
You must have in place some tried and true skill.
Words, of course, must be blue ribbon choice
And not sorry slang from coked up street gangs
Or twitter account for a moron's voice
No better than an animal with fangs.
The sails are like quatrains and stanzas
There to exploit inspiration's storm
That sometimes shows up like ore in bonanzas
Which must be contained in some sort of form!
Who knew content and form could be so...
For the breeze of inspiration to fill
But when that breeze becomes a full gale
You must have in place some tried and true skill.
Words, of course, must be blue ribbon choice
And not sorry slang from coked up street gangs
Or twitter account for a moron's voice
No better than an animal with fangs.
The sails are like quatrains and stanzas
There to exploit inspiration's storm
That sometimes shows up like ore in bonanzas
Which must be contained in some sort of form!
Who knew content and form could be so...
#sonnet
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #quatrain
#WritingPoetry #quatrain
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
18th Aug 2022 5:59pm
18th Aug 2022 5:59pm
Selenopeutics
It's tough to locate a peaceful essence
Like moonshine through maritime vapors,
But stress, exposed to lunar luminescence,
Is found out to be the force that tapers.
What chance could it have in a moonbeam blast
Shot directly from tranquility's basins?
How, in such a glow, might anxiety last?
Look how swiftly it whithersoever hastens!
Yes, it will seek another place to prey
Where tranquil radiance is not so strong,
And so these thoughts l leave for hapless day
Which could use the glint of a moonlit song...
From...
Like moonshine through maritime vapors,
But stress, exposed to lunar luminescence,
Is found out to be the force that tapers.
What chance could it have in a moonbeam blast
Shot directly from tranquility's basins?
How, in such a glow, might anxiety last?
Look how swiftly it whithersoever hastens!
Yes, it will seek another place to prey
Where tranquil radiance is not so strong,
And so these thoughts l leave for hapless day
Which could use the glint of a moonlit song...
From...
#inspirational
#moon
#sonnet #MentalHealth
#sonnet #MentalHealth
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
6th Aug 2022 3:49pm
6th Aug 2022 3:49pm
Spring Forward
I dreamt one night of daffy dills
Which only grew in outer space
By sprouting from a cratered place
Somewhere near the lunar rills.
Their blooms were made of silicon
Which was super for conduction
And robot brains, whose production,
Cultivated outer Procyon
With bulletproof hydroponics
That worked without an atmosphere,
Or patented electronics,
To make dark matter into beer
And toast the florid histrionics
Of midnight's favorite sonneteer!
Which only grew in outer space
By sprouting from a cratered place
Somewhere near the lunar rills.
Their blooms were made of silicon
Which was super for conduction
And robot brains, whose production,
Cultivated outer Procyon
With bulletproof hydroponics
That worked without an atmosphere,
Or patented electronics,
To make dark matter into beer
And toast the florid histrionics
Of midnight's favorite sonneteer!
#motivational
#sonnet
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
4th Aug 2022 3:09pm
4th Aug 2022 3:09pm
Sonnets;
I praise their lack of epic length
For brevity on thought's behalf
Makes heaven's perfect paragraph
A burst of elocution strength
Like Roger Ramjet's proton pills,
For twenty atom bombs of power,
Or Hourman's athletic hour
Of concentrated hero thrills...
Which surely must involve some crack
Like Aphrodite's Grecian thong
That no doubt packs a kindred knack
To sirens singing siren song,
As a sailor's aphrodisiac...
Which I'm sure they swore took way too long!
For brevity on thought's behalf
Makes heaven's perfect paragraph
A burst of elocution strength
Like Roger Ramjet's proton pills,
For twenty atom bombs of power,
Or Hourman's athletic hour
Of concentrated hero thrills...
Which surely must involve some crack
Like Aphrodite's Grecian thong
That no doubt packs a kindred knack
To sirens singing siren song,
As a sailor's aphrodisiac...
Which I'm sure they swore took way too long!
#sonnet
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
4th Aug 2022 2:39pm
4th Aug 2022 2:39pm
Duration
An 8 and 6 I think is best
For getting folks to read
Poetics that will have addressed
The poet's brand of greed.
Their stock in trade are syllables,
In timely manner spent,
And when the critics pull their hair
We tell them to get bent,
For critics quickly lose their clout
When they lose their cool
Or question what you have learned
At some other school
Where only sonnets may be writ,
Almost religiously,
And literary hairs are split
All too obnoxiously.
But sonnets have a trait I like
For which I will contend ...
For getting folks to read
Poetics that will have addressed
The poet's brand of greed.
Their stock in trade are syllables,
In timely manner spent,
And when the critics pull their hair
We tell them to get bent,
For critics quickly lose their clout
When they lose their cool
Or question what you have learned
At some other school
Where only sonnets may be writ,
Almost religiously,
And literary hairs are split
All too obnoxiously.
But sonnets have a trait I like
For which I will contend ...
#sonnet
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2022 10:25am
3rd Aug 2022 10:25am
Poetry;
Though just a dream in midnight's cage
It leaves things just a bit less blank
When it becomes the verse I thank
For filling up this too blank page
Turning nothing into something
Like providential finger snaps
That free creation from those traps
Somehow involving quantum string!
And so I say eureka now,
When strings of thought begin to clog
And churn behind my craggy brow
Like nebulae in London fog
Which Urania would disavow
If I was not her underdog!
It leaves things just a bit less blank
When it becomes the verse I thank
For filling up this too blank page
Turning nothing into something
Like providential finger snaps
That free creation from those traps
Somehow involving quantum string!
And so I say eureka now,
When strings of thought begin to clog
And churn behind my craggy brow
Like nebulae in London fog
Which Urania would disavow
If I was not her underdog!
#night
#sonnet
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
29th Jul 2022 10:51am
29th Jul 2022 10:51am
My Astronaut Pen!
It came in yesterday's mail
On the seventeenth day of June
A type of pen that will not fail
In outer space or on the moon,
And now I have one just for me
In a neatly engraved version,
Which proves to write delightfully
On it's maiden midnight excursion,
Where wise poets must be prepared
With legendary pen and ink,
Otherwise we might be impaired
In jotting all the things we think
Like how the great...AG7
Routinely traveled up in Heaven!
On the seventeenth day of June
A type of pen that will not fail
In outer space or on the moon,
And now I have one just for me
In a neatly engraved version,
Which proves to write delightfully
On it's maiden midnight excursion,
Where wise poets must be prepared
With legendary pen and ink,
Otherwise we might be impaired
In jotting all the things we think
Like how the great...AG7
Routinely traveled up in Heaven!
#moon
#sonnet
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2022 2:09pm
22nd Jul 2022 2:09pm
Mission Statement
A poem's dream catcher lattice
Grabs words like flies in a spider's web
And though the juncture lacks status
There is some flow before it's ebb.
But thoughts are tough to snare so well
On such spaced out gossamer nets,
Enchanting, like a witches spell,
In a contest of arcane frets
As when musicians jam all night
In some improvisational mosh
Trying like hell for some delight
In a lyric or two that's posh
And whether or not it nabs a quid
It is how order charms the id.
Grabs words like flies in a spider's web
And though the juncture lacks status
There is some flow before it's ebb.
But thoughts are tough to snare so well
On such spaced out gossamer nets,
Enchanting, like a witches spell,
In a contest of arcane frets
As when musicians jam all night
In some improvisational mosh
Trying like hell for some delight
In a lyric or two that's posh
And whether or not it nabs a quid
It is how order charms the id.
#sonnet
#metaphor
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
1st Jul 2022 10:52am
1st Jul 2022 10:52am
Marking Time
Good lingo regards syllabic thrift
With intellection's distinguished forces
Providing the mind a proper sift
Like filtered archeologic sources
Which race all through cerebral nerves
Like Hermes with an Olympic letter
Faring as mastermind hors d'oeuvres
Making the cerebral diet better...
So much better than thoughts with no panache
Which do not serve to keep my wits afresh
Or as antipodal to trailer trash
As the legendary Gilgamesh,
Whose exploits on those tablets of clay
Keep oblivion for another day!
With intellection's distinguished forces
Providing the mind a proper sift
Like filtered archeologic sources
Which race all through cerebral nerves
Like Hermes with an Olympic letter
Faring as mastermind hors d'oeuvres
Making the cerebral diet better...
So much better than thoughts with no panache
Which do not serve to keep my wits afresh
Or as antipodal to trailer trash
As the legendary Gilgamesh,
Whose exploits on those tablets of clay
Keep oblivion for another day!
#inspirational
#sonnet
#metaphor
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
26th Jun 2022 3:34pm
26th Jun 2022 3:34pm
Sonnets...
So my thoughts have a final resting place
And poems are the common crypt
Where remnant psyche has some space
To linger after souls have dripped
Onto the compendium of time
Cased inside the hardcover safe
Of measured syllable and rhyme,
For coherency is as a waif
Still searching for a stable home
Much like a wayward angel flight
Lost over heaven's aerodrome,
Communing with the muse one night,
All on behalf of a mortal man
Just hoping for his verse to scan.
And poems are the common crypt
Where remnant psyche has some space
To linger after souls have dripped
Onto the compendium of time
Cased inside the hardcover safe
Of measured syllable and rhyme,
For coherency is as a waif
Still searching for a stable home
Much like a wayward angel flight
Lost over heaven's aerodrome,
Communing with the muse one night,
All on behalf of a mortal man
Just hoping for his verse to scan.
#narrative
#sonnet
#memorial
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