The Midnight Sonneteer
@midnightsonneteer.bsky.social
Married poet, primarily here for anacreontic verse (wine, women, and song).
Please no pathologically thanatotic ideology or conservatism, especially MAGA, which is the gateway to totalitarianism, and that most certainly includes any type of salesmanship.
Please no pathologically thanatotic ideology or conservatism, especially MAGA, which is the gateway to totalitarianism, and that most certainly includes any type of salesmanship.
Overcast
Primordial sky...
a thick crescent moon
with clouds blasting by
and scatter strewn
to soon befog
her brilliant charm
with elements agog
in gyre loft alarm
only to stabilize
into a gray
before the eyes
and break of day...
all to miss
the Northern lights
and reminisce
on lesser sights.
Primordial sky...
a thick crescent moon
with clouds blasting by
and scatter strewn
to soon befog
her brilliant charm
with elements agog
in gyre loft alarm
only to stabilize
into a gray
before the eyes
and break of day...
all to miss
the Northern lights
and reminisce
on lesser sights.
November 12, 2025 at 3:21 PM
Overcast
Primordial sky...
a thick crescent moon
with clouds blasting by
and scatter strewn
to soon befog
her brilliant charm
with elements agog
in gyre loft alarm
only to stabilize
into a gray
before the eyes
and break of day...
all to miss
the Northern lights
and reminisce
on lesser sights.
Primordial sky...
a thick crescent moon
with clouds blasting by
and scatter strewn
to soon befog
her brilliant charm
with elements agog
in gyre loft alarm
only to stabilize
into a gray
before the eyes
and break of day...
all to miss
the Northern lights
and reminisce
on lesser sights.
Erudition
Big boys and their pricey toys
when they might jot a quip instead.
Think what they'd save in cash and noise
if they'd sedately use their head.
Imagine man as versifier
in lieu of motorhead or mook
no longer fixing some flat tire...
but leather binding their next book!
Big boys and their pricey toys
when they might jot a quip instead.
Think what they'd save in cash and noise
if they'd sedately use their head.
Imagine man as versifier
in lieu of motorhead or mook
no longer fixing some flat tire...
but leather binding their next book!
November 10, 2025 at 4:31 PM
Erudition
Big boys and their pricey toys
when they might jot a quip instead.
Think what they'd save in cash and noise
if they'd sedately use their head.
Imagine man as versifier
in lieu of motorhead or mook
no longer fixing some flat tire...
but leather binding their next book!
Big boys and their pricey toys
when they might jot a quip instead.
Think what they'd save in cash and noise
if they'd sedately use their head.
Imagine man as versifier
in lieu of motorhead or mook
no longer fixing some flat tire...
but leather binding their next book!
Relic Radiation
The universe is white noise
and that's all it wants to be
with law that it employs
to which we must agree
should we desire peace and quiet
and love in full supply...
free from the rage and riot
which perturbation will descry.
The universe is white noise
and that's all it wants to be
with law that it employs
to which we must agree
should we desire peace and quiet
and love in full supply...
free from the rage and riot
which perturbation will descry.
November 9, 2025 at 9:01 PM
Relic Radiation
The universe is white noise
and that's all it wants to be
with law that it employs
to which we must agree
should we desire peace and quiet
and love in full supply...
free from the rage and riot
which perturbation will descry.
The universe is white noise
and that's all it wants to be
with law that it employs
to which we must agree
should we desire peace and quiet
and love in full supply...
free from the rage and riot
which perturbation will descry.
Bard Watching
Fear not, pariah scallywag crow...
I'll haply share with you the yard,
in bohemian status quo,
of scavenger and suburban bard.
You watch me with your gothic eye,
as for the field glass I reach,
to spy before you choose to fly...
off to patch your murder breach.
Fear not, pariah scallywag crow...
I'll haply share with you the yard,
in bohemian status quo,
of scavenger and suburban bard.
You watch me with your gothic eye,
as for the field glass I reach,
to spy before you choose to fly...
off to patch your murder breach.
November 8, 2025 at 9:57 PM
Bard Watching
Fear not, pariah scallywag crow...
I'll haply share with you the yard,
in bohemian status quo,
of scavenger and suburban bard.
You watch me with your gothic eye,
as for the field glass I reach,
to spy before you choose to fly...
off to patch your murder breach.
Fear not, pariah scallywag crow...
I'll haply share with you the yard,
in bohemian status quo,
of scavenger and suburban bard.
You watch me with your gothic eye,
as for the field glass I reach,
to spy before you choose to fly...
off to patch your murder breach.
Spring Loaded
Now descends the finch and tit
upon unguarded grain...
where the squirrels are not free to sit
due to feeder design arcane!
Down slides the outer tube,
when dense tree rats alight,
to tease like the sweet jujube,
critters, too hefty for bird flight.
Now descends the finch and tit
upon unguarded grain...
where the squirrels are not free to sit
due to feeder design arcane!
Down slides the outer tube,
when dense tree rats alight,
to tease like the sweet jujube,
critters, too hefty for bird flight.
November 8, 2025 at 9:09 PM
Spring Loaded
Now descends the finch and tit
upon unguarded grain...
where the squirrels are not free to sit
due to feeder design arcane!
Down slides the outer tube,
when dense tree rats alight,
to tease like the sweet jujube,
critters, too hefty for bird flight.
Now descends the finch and tit
upon unguarded grain...
where the squirrels are not free to sit
due to feeder design arcane!
Down slides the outer tube,
when dense tree rats alight,
to tease like the sweet jujube,
critters, too hefty for bird flight.
Delta Face!
Swoop! Swoop...fierce Jay of Scrub...
the yard is yours to peck!
Reduce the cobb down to a nub
and leave the bushel a wreck.
Screech Jay! Screech and swoop!
Command the birdbath rim!
Let the flocks know where to poop...
upon an avian whim!
Swoop! Swoop...fierce Jay of Scrub...
the yard is yours to peck!
Reduce the cobb down to a nub
and leave the bushel a wreck.
Screech Jay! Screech and swoop!
Command the birdbath rim!
Let the flocks know where to poop...
upon an avian whim!
November 8, 2025 at 8:18 PM
Delta Face!
Swoop! Swoop...fierce Jay of Scrub...
the yard is yours to peck!
Reduce the cobb down to a nub
and leave the bushel a wreck.
Screech Jay! Screech and swoop!
Command the birdbath rim!
Let the flocks know where to poop...
upon an avian whim!
Swoop! Swoop...fierce Jay of Scrub...
the yard is yours to peck!
Reduce the cobb down to a nub
and leave the bushel a wreck.
Screech Jay! Screech and swoop!
Command the birdbath rim!
Let the flocks know where to poop...
upon an avian whim!
Zohran!
No MAGA can be trusted,
they've made that very clear,
and now their party's busted
by progressives in first gear...
cuz they're just getting started
with joy instead of fear
and leadership true-hearted...
whose name sounds like a cheer !!!
No MAGA can be trusted,
they've made that very clear,
and now their party's busted
by progressives in first gear...
cuz they're just getting started
with joy instead of fear
and leadership true-hearted...
whose name sounds like a cheer !!!
November 7, 2025 at 10:41 PM
Zohran!
No MAGA can be trusted,
they've made that very clear,
and now their party's busted
by progressives in first gear...
cuz they're just getting started
with joy instead of fear
and leadership true-hearted...
whose name sounds like a cheer !!!
No MAGA can be trusted,
they've made that very clear,
and now their party's busted
by progressives in first gear...
cuz they're just getting started
with joy instead of fear
and leadership true-hearted...
whose name sounds like a cheer !!!
Deliverance
It was the age of President Fugly
whose folks knew not what beauty was,
and thus, they were full smugly,
with all their hate and anger buzz.
Ten years or more they thought they were
a planet's master race...
bit chomping to use every slur...
till off they cheesed their cornbread base.
It was the age of President Fugly
whose folks knew not what beauty was,
and thus, they were full smugly,
with all their hate and anger buzz.
Ten years or more they thought they were
a planet's master race...
bit chomping to use every slur...
till off they cheesed their cornbread base.
November 6, 2025 at 1:16 AM
Deliverance
It was the age of President Fugly
whose folks knew not what beauty was,
and thus, they were full smugly,
with all their hate and anger buzz.
Ten years or more they thought they were
a planet's master race...
bit chomping to use every slur...
till off they cheesed their cornbread base.
It was the age of President Fugly
whose folks knew not what beauty was,
and thus, they were full smugly,
with all their hate and anger buzz.
Ten years or more they thought they were
a planet's master race...
bit chomping to use every slur...
till off they cheesed their cornbread base.
2M1510
Hats off to a planet
of perpendicular orbit
and the scopes that scan it
And I'd watch more, but,
the stars at orbit core
are brown dwarves eclipsing
each other when ellipting...
two or three or four
Thus I fear hypnosis
at the whirly sight
or a deep psychosis
in halo fight or flight.
Hats off to a planet
of perpendicular orbit
and the scopes that scan it
And I'd watch more, but,
the stars at orbit core
are brown dwarves eclipsing
each other when ellipting...
two or three or four
Thus I fear hypnosis
at the whirly sight
or a deep psychosis
in halo fight or flight.
November 5, 2025 at 8:23 PM
2M1510
Hats off to a planet
of perpendicular orbit
and the scopes that scan it
And I'd watch more, but,
the stars at orbit core
are brown dwarves eclipsing
each other when ellipting...
two or three or four
Thus I fear hypnosis
at the whirly sight
or a deep psychosis
in halo fight or flight.
Hats off to a planet
of perpendicular orbit
and the scopes that scan it
And I'd watch more, but,
the stars at orbit core
are brown dwarves eclipsing
each other when ellipting...
two or three or four
Thus I fear hypnosis
at the whirly sight
or a deep psychosis
in halo fight or flight.
With extremes in motion
the Whig moves as well
to stay up on the ocean
of our political hell
Knowing the fascist threat
is worse than commie hope
is why we won't regret
the use of noose and rope
We did our best to warn
Nazis from their craze
but they gave pride and scorn
to beg the hangman's ways
the Whig moves as well
to stay up on the ocean
of our political hell
Knowing the fascist threat
is worse than commie hope
is why we won't regret
the use of noose and rope
We did our best to warn
Nazis from their craze
but they gave pride and scorn
to beg the hangman's ways
November 4, 2025 at 3:52 PM
With extremes in motion
the Whig moves as well
to stay up on the ocean
of our political hell
Knowing the fascist threat
is worse than commie hope
is why we won't regret
the use of noose and rope
We did our best to warn
Nazis from their craze
but they gave pride and scorn
to beg the hangman's ways
the Whig moves as well
to stay up on the ocean
of our political hell
Knowing the fascist threat
is worse than commie hope
is why we won't regret
the use of noose and rope
We did our best to warn
Nazis from their craze
but they gave pride and scorn
to beg the hangman's ways
Rabies
Mad dogs and conservatives
ever at anger's teat
fraught of preservatives
or sentences complete
Living to let live
is their burr in saddle nodus
to take and never give
as operandi modus
Reduced to the absurd,
the curse where they are blind,
to any encouraging word...
or love of any kind.
Mad dogs and conservatives
ever at anger's teat
fraught of preservatives
or sentences complete
Living to let live
is their burr in saddle nodus
to take and never give
as operandi modus
Reduced to the absurd,
the curse where they are blind,
to any encouraging word...
or love of any kind.
November 4, 2025 at 3:29 PM
Rabies
Mad dogs and conservatives
ever at anger's teat
fraught of preservatives
or sentences complete
Living to let live
is their burr in saddle nodus
to take and never give
as operandi modus
Reduced to the absurd,
the curse where they are blind,
to any encouraging word...
or love of any kind.
Mad dogs and conservatives
ever at anger's teat
fraught of preservatives
or sentences complete
Living to let live
is their burr in saddle nodus
to take and never give
as operandi modus
Reduced to the absurd,
the curse where they are blind,
to any encouraging word...
or love of any kind.
Gusto
We live our lives erratic,
of this we must make peace,
peace with neural static
in protoplasmic release.
Nervous energy is all we are
it's all we'll ever be...
forged from residuum afar,
in...
volute mortal magistracy!
We live our lives erratic,
of this we must make peace,
peace with neural static
in protoplasmic release.
Nervous energy is all we are
it's all we'll ever be...
forged from residuum afar,
in...
volute mortal magistracy!
November 2, 2025 at 8:25 PM
Gusto
We live our lives erratic,
of this we must make peace,
peace with neural static
in protoplasmic release.
Nervous energy is all we are
it's all we'll ever be...
forged from residuum afar,
in...
volute mortal magistracy!
We live our lives erratic,
of this we must make peace,
peace with neural static
in protoplasmic release.
Nervous energy is all we are
it's all we'll ever be...
forged from residuum afar,
in...
volute mortal magistracy!
Shambolic
The moon took a good look at me
through altocumulus streams
blowing phantom thin and free
like wine induced wet dreams.
A sky it was for souls and saints
each billow...a spirit...sought...
a whiff of beauty that acquaints
aesthetics with lofty thought.
The moon took a good look at me
through altocumulus streams
blowing phantom thin and free
like wine induced wet dreams.
A sky it was for souls and saints
each billow...a spirit...sought...
a whiff of beauty that acquaints
aesthetics with lofty thought.
November 2, 2025 at 5:25 AM
Shambolic
The moon took a good look at me
through altocumulus streams
blowing phantom thin and free
like wine induced wet dreams.
A sky it was for souls and saints
each billow...a spirit...sought...
a whiff of beauty that acquaints
aesthetics with lofty thought.
The moon took a good look at me
through altocumulus streams
blowing phantom thin and free
like wine induced wet dreams.
A sky it was for souls and saints
each billow...a spirit...sought...
a whiff of beauty that acquaints
aesthetics with lofty thought.
#Tanka
Birds and squirrels feed
maple gold succumbs to breeze
bird bath gittin low
but where dear crow where are you
to plunder this Halloween
Birds and squirrels feed
maple gold succumbs to breeze
bird bath gittin low
but where dear crow where are you
to plunder this Halloween
October 31, 2025 at 9:02 PM
#Tanka
Birds and squirrels feed
maple gold succumbs to breeze
bird bath gittin low
but where dear crow where are you
to plunder this Halloween
Birds and squirrels feed
maple gold succumbs to breeze
bird bath gittin low
but where dear crow where are you
to plunder this Halloween
Investment
Campfires and moonbeams
share an ancient gold,
like retina static in my dreams...
or paper really old.
It's the gold I really love
as it's free and clear,
from Urania...far above...
a mild-mannered sonneteer :)
Campfires and moonbeams
share an ancient gold,
like retina static in my dreams...
or paper really old.
It's the gold I really love
as it's free and clear,
from Urania...far above...
a mild-mannered sonneteer :)
October 31, 2025 at 2:27 AM
Investment
Campfires and moonbeams
share an ancient gold,
like retina static in my dreams...
or paper really old.
It's the gold I really love
as it's free and clear,
from Urania...far above...
a mild-mannered sonneteer :)
Campfires and moonbeams
share an ancient gold,
like retina static in my dreams...
or paper really old.
It's the gold I really love
as it's free and clear,
from Urania...far above...
a mild-mannered sonneteer :)
Globus Pleiadum
Seven sisters riding high
in their zenith group
over Devil's Tower...nigh...
or like chickens in a coop.
Brightest when they're at the top
of a clear and moonless night,
much like angels in a beauty shop...
of nebular delight!!!
Seven sisters riding high
in their zenith group
over Devil's Tower...nigh...
or like chickens in a coop.
Brightest when they're at the top
of a clear and moonless night,
much like angels in a beauty shop...
of nebular delight!!!
October 30, 2025 at 2:22 PM
Globus Pleiadum
Seven sisters riding high
in their zenith group
over Devil's Tower...nigh...
or like chickens in a coop.
Brightest when they're at the top
of a clear and moonless night,
much like angels in a beauty shop...
of nebular delight!!!
Seven sisters riding high
in their zenith group
over Devil's Tower...nigh...
or like chickens in a coop.
Brightest when they're at the top
of a clear and moonless night,
much like angels in a beauty shop...
of nebular delight!!!
Flaunt-O-flex Flaksimus
He flung the world all kinds of shit
thinking himself the king of wit,
but the ladies knew him as a twit...
unable to discern their furtive clit.
He flung the world all kinds of shit
thinking himself the king of wit,
but the ladies knew him as a twit...
unable to discern their furtive clit.
October 30, 2025 at 2:10 PM
Flaunt-O-flex Flaksimus
He flung the world all kinds of shit
thinking himself the king of wit,
but the ladies knew him as a twit...
unable to discern their furtive clit.
He flung the world all kinds of shit
thinking himself the king of wit,
but the ladies knew him as a twit...
unable to discern their furtive clit.
Bootless Skies
The coldest fog is thin
and as still as can be
with bright stars in the welkin
wayward to infinity.
Insensate orbs! They'll never know
their light is sparse and dim
and entropy will null the glow...
like last echoes from a hymn.
The coldest fog is thin
and as still as can be
with bright stars in the welkin
wayward to infinity.
Insensate orbs! They'll never know
their light is sparse and dim
and entropy will null the glow...
like last echoes from a hymn.
October 30, 2025 at 2:01 PM
Bootless Skies
The coldest fog is thin
and as still as can be
with bright stars in the welkin
wayward to infinity.
Insensate orbs! They'll never know
their light is sparse and dim
and entropy will null the glow...
like last echoes from a hymn.
The coldest fog is thin
and as still as can be
with bright stars in the welkin
wayward to infinity.
Insensate orbs! They'll never know
their light is sparse and dim
and entropy will null the glow...
like last echoes from a hymn.
Herculaneum Ash
On parchment or papyri
was for the ages writ...
doom scrolls for more doomscrolling
of maieutic hairs to split.
Now the noble sedge of yore
and likewise animal skin
have been supplanted by a phone...
as ephemeral as the djinn.
On parchment or papyri
was for the ages writ...
doom scrolls for more doomscrolling
of maieutic hairs to split.
Now the noble sedge of yore
and likewise animal skin
have been supplanted by a phone...
as ephemeral as the djinn.
October 28, 2025 at 10:15 PM
Herculaneum Ash
On parchment or papyri
was for the ages writ...
doom scrolls for more doomscrolling
of maieutic hairs to split.
Now the noble sedge of yore
and likewise animal skin
have been supplanted by a phone...
as ephemeral as the djinn.
On parchment or papyri
was for the ages writ...
doom scrolls for more doomscrolling
of maieutic hairs to split.
Now the noble sedge of yore
and likewise animal skin
have been supplanted by a phone...
as ephemeral as the djinn.
The Graveyard of Remorse
So oft a mind is haunted
by a lifetime full of error
that the id through ego taunted
becomes a kind of terror...
at all the things we should have known,
before we lived it through...
to know regret we'd need not atone...
if we only fucking knew.
So oft a mind is haunted
by a lifetime full of error
that the id through ego taunted
becomes a kind of terror...
at all the things we should have known,
before we lived it through...
to know regret we'd need not atone...
if we only fucking knew.
October 28, 2025 at 9:19 PM
The Graveyard of Remorse
So oft a mind is haunted
by a lifetime full of error
that the id through ego taunted
becomes a kind of terror...
at all the things we should have known,
before we lived it through...
to know regret we'd need not atone...
if we only fucking knew.
So oft a mind is haunted
by a lifetime full of error
that the id through ego taunted
becomes a kind of terror...
at all the things we should have known,
before we lived it through...
to know regret we'd need not atone...
if we only fucking knew.
Departure
Like a spinnaker halo blown
she sailed like a dream
on tideway skies out to see
breakers lit by her beam.
Cutting like a caravel
her crescent flew...pacific...
through the fade crepuscule...
and nightfall...thrice terrific!!!
Like a spinnaker halo blown
she sailed like a dream
on tideway skies out to see
breakers lit by her beam.
Cutting like a caravel
her crescent flew...pacific...
through the fade crepuscule...
and nightfall...thrice terrific!!!
October 28, 2025 at 3:29 AM
Departure
Like a spinnaker halo blown
she sailed like a dream
on tideway skies out to see
breakers lit by her beam.
Cutting like a caravel
her crescent flew...pacific...
through the fade crepuscule...
and nightfall...thrice terrific!!!
Like a spinnaker halo blown
she sailed like a dream
on tideway skies out to see
breakers lit by her beam.
Cutting like a caravel
her crescent flew...pacific...
through the fade crepuscule...
and nightfall...thrice terrific!!!