Lovelorn Poet in Oklahoma City, OK: The Story Continues…

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So, is this the second part of yesterday’s Oklahoma City poem, “All That’s Left”? Sounds similar in tone and subject, but as we all know, individuals are far from unique in their experiences with love-gained and love-lost. While yesterday was a hardly getting over it lament, today acknowledges the dull ache of loss and the realization that the only decision worth making is the decision to move on. I’m wondering what happens next…

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The Story Continues…

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The Story Continues

Held captive at a long red light
Light sleet smears my view
Hit the wipers to clear my sight
And then…I saw you
Holding her close and skipping
She was soaking in your charms
Damn that echo feeling of
Safe In your loving arms
I saw you kiss her forehead
Just like you had kissed mine
A thousand times I felt those lips
That belonged to me one time
Your cloud nine smile said everything
Her hair was gold and long
I reached to change the radio
Fucking sad old country song
My breath was gone my vision blurred
The rain had stopped, old feelings stirred
You never loved me like that
I wanted you to but thru tears I knew
You never loved me like that
Those days are gone, and in a way I’m glad
No wish I hads…no empty sad
Just seeing you again with her
And me out here, without
No freedom from the memories
but freedom… from the doubt
No you never loved me like that
You never loved me like that. . …

Ending it was for the best
My friends and family said
Me doing all the work on us
You lived rent free in my head
I tried to ignore the asymmetry
Of our wants, our needs our chemistry
The nights grew brief, the kisses colder
How did I live and breathe like that
Feeling distant, feeling older. . .
Held the past like time in a jar
Just coping, without you
I throw in the towel
you’re her problem now
I give the Devil his due…

Now the weight’s been lifted
Time’s been gifted and
Life taps, inviting me to spar
She is what I wouldn’t be
There is no ‘us’ in this car
Makes you happy that’s plain to see…
I give her thanks…graciously
She’ll find out soon enough
what I now know
by heart
She gave her life so that I could be free
I got the brand new start….

Gotta know gotta grow
Turbo’s rockin with me
says get on with life, tcb
Its sunny bright and big
out there guess I will be headin
where
my heart says feels like home
Gotta clean that house
make it mine again
Prepare a life to roam

You never loved me like that
I wanted you to but thru tears I knew
You never loved me like that
Those days are gone, and in a way I’m glad
No wish I hads, no empty sad
Just seeing you again with her
And me out here, without
Its freedom from the memories
Freedom from the doubt
No you never loved me like that
You never loved me like that. . …

Lovelorn Poet in Milwaukee, WI: Lost Dreams

Little Red Riding Hood

Little Red Riding Hood by Valerie Beeby

 

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Lost dreams

When dreams and mysteries appear to cease
and the glimmer of newness fades with the skies, the continually setting skies,
and the darkness arrives,
we remember

As our expectant whims fade to acceptance
and the world we built in our imaginations, those places never materialized,
and the darkness arrives,
we remember

We tender our debts, and remember our lives
We render our worlds from debris
And we pull off our disguises and see,
for the first time.

For the first time we see the bark of the trees,
the branching and bittersweet fruit blossoming, falling, rotting, growing
renewing the lives we were sowing
remaking the lives we were knowing
remaking our lives

And the world is mysterious again
and life is a dream again
and it is new

 

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This poem from Milwaukee beautifully captures the transition many of us go through as we move from the winter season to spring. It’s been a cold, dark winter filled with snow, ice, and sub-zero temperatures (for those of us in the Eastern United States) but the calendar shows those days are finally numbered. New growth, more light, and different colors will soon populate the landscape. Don’t give in to the wolves just yet, there’s sometime beautiful waiting on the other side of the forest…

Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Just Some Words

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Day 12: Skin by Lauren Waye

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Just Some Words

just some words
Cradled in your words
wrapped in your favorite
color on bare skin
smooth as silk
leave some to the imagination
your desire
making it so easy for you
so acceptable
you’ll ponder the worry laugh in it’s face
marking you with my scented words
starting at the top enunciating the middle
every syllable in my mouth Words in and out
never leaving you wanting more
or less
my tongue travels to the tip of the word
Surrounding it one final time
with strong lips
savoring the delivery of your completed sentence
such a beautiful colorful story

 

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Words can be greater than, less than, or equal to the sum of their characters, their syllables, their inflections, their intentions. Words are powerful. Words fail us. Words get misinterpreted, misconstrued, and mixed up in our minds, in our hearts, and in our mouths. Words can be black and white and they can be shocking colorful. Which type of story will you tell today?

Lovelorn Poet in Baltimore, MD: “If I Can Never See Her Again, I Want To See Nothing At All.”

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Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: A Love Letter

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Missed Connections in Brooklyn A Love Letter i never thought i’d be in this place, in time giving up on love certainly LOVE is the central theme of all of my writings and i still attest to the fact that Love is the most vital of essences * and yes it’s true, Love is all […]

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