Lovelorn Poet in San Francisco, CA: To The Warm And Happy Muse of Muses

The Oracle by Eduardo Mueses

The Oracle by Eduardo Mueses

My heart has quieted
I still search
For love unrequi-t-ed
I hunger for verse
Frail and diet-ed
Come to save the cursed?
My heart is deligh-et-ed.

Although, some of us may be meant to wander aimlessly in a dream forever?
The earth has responded…

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some of us
hunger for verse
The earth responded… Come

my heart may be meant to wander aimlessly
frail and cursed?
I save the forever dream
although I still search
is my heart for love?

has quieted
in a deligh-et-ed
to diet-ed
has unrequi-t-ed

Lovelorn Poet in New Orleans, LA: I Remember I Love You… But Not Much Else

Muse, Muse... Won't You Dance? by Ben Ledbetter

Muse, Muse… Won’t You Dance? by Ben Ledbetter

It really is a unique city
New Orleans

Where beautiful architecture comes to die
We are thousands of people displaced some returned some never came back
Of course some. . .

I fear like these buildings I am losing my history
My memory is shanty and crumbly these days

I remember major events in my life you of course were the biggest
But even that there is a faded memory

I remember I loved you like really loved you like I’ve never loved anyone else
But I wouldn’t know your face from anyone else in a small crowd

I guess that’s for the better for everyone involved
I just hope someday I develop new memories here that stick a little longer.

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I am a unique city losing my history
I fear my memory is a faded memory
I remember these days, these buildings,
I remember beautiful architecture, shanty and crumbly
I loved you like I’ve never loved anyone else
I develop, but even there you die displaced
I wouldn’t know your face, thousands of people in a crowd
I guess that’s for the better
I just hope it really is returned
to New Orleans

Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: Just Waiting

Just Waiting

Just Waiting by brooklyntomars.com

I’m not a religious man. But I can see things that tell me I’m connected with all and all is connected with me. And I love because it’s my most natural state. And I remind myself to let go of anger as soon as I can remember to do that. And I believe I have a soul because I have smelled the first day of spring and I have listened to Aretha Franklin on vinyl. And the things I feel in those moments cannot be explained by science.

www.brooklyntomars.com

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the things I feel
tell me all
as soon as I believe
because
all is connected with me
I’m with, and, and of, I

But I’m not a connected man…

I have a soul because
I have listened to Aretha Franklin on vinyl
And I can remember to do that
love, it’s my most natural state
And I can see that

And in those religious moments
I have smelled anger
And the first day of spring
things cannot be explained by science

and I remind myself to let go

Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: Heat Lightning

Heat Lightning by Dee Shark

Heat Lightning by Dee Shark

maybe I’ll head home and flip
through a few pages in some book

until the words become heavy, and
the page number is lost until morning.

eyes closed, breath metered, watching
visions of emotion. blue skies

turning to orange, flashing pink. im
craning my neck in this deep sleep. the

heat of the summer boiling, builds
perspiration, only to be cooled, wicked

away. the wind turns with the grass,
distorting the curvature of the landscape.

and by some nearby town, a thunderstorm
passes above, flickering, highlighting the

vanishing point. mountains like ant hills.
distant townships nestled like model

villages. there, windows glow with the
most perfect shade of amber, while people,

contented, sit by the window after
dinner, watching the light, heat lightning.

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watching the light heat lightning
sit by the window after dinner, contented
while people the most perfect shade of amber
glow

there, villages with windows
nestled like distant model townships
ant hills like mountains
highlighting the vanishing point

flickering, a thunderstorm passes above
by some nearby town and
the curvature of the landscape distorting the grass
with the wind
turns away
wicked only to be cooled

perspiration builds the heat of  summer boiling
the deep sleep craning my neck in this
flashing pink

im turning to orange blue skies
visions of emotion watching
breath metered,  eyes closed
and lost until morning

the page number is heavy
the words become some book
until a few pages in
flip through
and I’ll head home
maybe

Lovelorn Poet in New Orleans, LA: Armadillos Are Fun To Chase!!!

Armadillos

Armadillos Are Fun To Chase!!!

like miniature armored deaf blind kangaroos, they have absolutely no idea you are sneaking up on them until you are within arms reach, then…. they pop their pointy heads up from the hole hey were digging, nearly crap their shells when they see you.. and start hopping away, but they are slow, and cant hop straight, like a drunken rabbit, they try to get away, but … they are so pathetic, i just want to hold them and love them forever!!!

I absolutely love trampolines! Like seriously love them, i mean how much fun is it to pretend you are on the moon in your own back yard? The possibilities are endless… I want to go on an adventure where you and I scout out all the trampolines in the neighborhood, and make it a point to jump on all of them, fences, private property dogs, nothing can stop us.

Some people are not fans, but I love candy corn! I want those people to give their unwanted candy corn to me. i will love you forever.

I love docks, i love to sit on them, jump off of them, ride bikes off of them, throw people off them, climb up them because the icky slimy lake grass is wrapping itsself around my legs trying to drown me, i love them at night, when no one else is around, i love making out on them, rawr! they are the best places to star gaze, not like Sylvester Stallone star gaze, but pluto star gaze you know silly….

I love morning breath kisses. Let me make out with you when you look, smell, and feel your absolute worst, and then when you look your best… welll…

I love catching snakes, dont know what it is about them that is so fascinating, but everytime i see one, i drop everything else im doing and try to catch it. and I do mostly, I used to want to work at gatorland, but I went recently, and they seem to be overstaffed already, le sigh.

I love when my sig other calls me unusual pet names, like “penguin butt” “monkey face” “puke breath” and my personal favorite “swamp ass” I love them because they are personal, and non traditional, and … oh… be still my heart….

I love finding money on the sidewalk, or quarters on the road under the toll booth, i mean really, its money, and i found it, without any effort, i wish every job ive ever had was this easy…

I love naked afternoon naps in freshly laundered sheets with unusually high thread counts.

I love playgrounds, but now that im older, i generally have to play on them at night after stink eyed parents take their kids home for the evening.

I love summer camp, working at one, going to them as a kid, there is no place more magical than summer camp.

I love when my sig other nuzzles her face in my neck, when she lays down next to me, when she is scared at the movie theater, when she just wants to show her affection for me, its one fo the most beautiful feelings on the planet.

I fucking love whack-a-mole! talk about a stress release! Course here in florida we had whack-a-gator, but same thing.

I love mailing letters to people with fake stamps on them testing fate to see if the letters will get there, or if the post office will haunt me forever

I love driving with the windows down, my arm out the car, pretending its an airplane, music blasting, me doing my best to sing along with the songs i dont know all the words to, giving concerts for free at every red light.

I love making favorite mix cds, and forgetting what I put on them, so when i put them in my cd player, i am surprised everytime

I love peach pancakes at cracker barrel…. even if i can never finish the entire plate

I’ve shared some things I love in life, what do you love?

 

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I just want to hold them and love them forever
I absolutely love trampolines
I love candy corn
I will love you
I love docks
I love to sit on them
I love them at night
I love making out
I love morning breath kisses
I love catching snakes
I love when my sig other calls
I love them
I love finding money
I love naked afternoon naps
I love playgrounds
I love summer camp
I love when my sig other nuzzles
I fucking love whack-a-mole
I love mailing letters
I love driving
I love making
I love peach pancakes

I love
in life

what do you love?