Lovelorn Poet in Little Rock, AR: Horrible Lie

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I want to tell you that I’m happy that you are happy.
Even though it’s a horrible lie. I want to tell you that I want you back. Even though it’s a horrible lie. I want to tell you I’ll do everything to make it work. Even though it’s a horrible lie. I want to tell you I love only you. Even though it’s a horrible lie. I want to tell you I don’t miss you. Even though it’s a horrible lie. I want to tell you that I understand why. Even though it’s a horrible lie. I want to say something to hurt you. Even though it’s a horrible lie. I want to say I’m over you. Even though it’s a horrible lie. I want to say that I can be what I’m not for you. Even though it’s a horrible lie. I want to say that I don’t mind that I’m smarter than you. Even though it’s a horrible lie. I want to say that you are good in bed. Even though it’s a horrible lie. I want to say that I don’t miss your arms. Even though it’s a horrible lie. I want to say that I didn’t sleep with your best friend. Even though it’s a horrible lie.

I want to say I didn’t lie. Even though it’s a horrible lie.

 

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Wikipedia classified lies into 28 distinct categories ranging from fibs to white lies to bullshit to bad faith – but no where in this list does “horrible” appear (although it could closely align with either a barefaced lie, a big lie, or perjury depending on the circumstances). Best advice for lies, lying, and liars? Mark Twain hits the nail on the head, especially when it comes to all those things you’d rather forget…  “If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.”

Lovelorn Poet in Little Rock, AR: Phillip

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James Vincent McMorrow’s Follow You Down to the Red Oak Tree is the most beautiful song to hear as the darkness falls early. Looking out my window, I see the bare branches as black lines against the twinkling lights from the city below. I wonder where all the green has disappeared to but in this moment I don’t miss it.  My maladjusted time-change body relishes the time to stay quiet and very still and connect with the special kind of energy winter brings.

Phillip
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Here is a poem:

Siamese Twins
Start with a strand of twine.
Imagine the two strings
twisted together. There are two points connected
the beginning and the end.
Now it’s a vein running between two bodies
through an arm, or at the hip. This is a thought
moving as fluid, drifting freely.
By sharing blood, could the mind
suddenly synch with another and feel
the same thought?
This new idea, covered in native trees, tall reaching trees,
growing for years without notice,
is touching heaven rooted
in hell. Limbs connecting all oceans, the waves
rustling the foliage. The woodpeckers
nest on our earlobes. The bark of my body
has enough freckles for both of us.

Missed Connections in Little Rock, AR: Speckled Green Eyes

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~ somewhere in the garden... by Cornelia Kopp

 

Speckled Green Eyes
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a beautiful girl once sat beside down beside me.
she told me lifetimes in a glance.
she pulled something out of her pocket, carefully, casually, secretly/ openly.
her face reminded me of the time i had captured numerous fireflies in a jar with a hole-punched lid, and the amazement and pride i felt upon revealing them.
they glowed so bright.
just like her eyes as she gingerly pulled away the corners of white cloth to reveal a tarnished, worn heart that was decorated by the most delicate, beautiful details.
a straining, hunting lovely melody drifted from within, each note pure and as perfect as the sunshine, accompanied by a cooling breeze, stained with sweet honeysuckle.
she held it gently like the tears that gathered in her eyes, threatening to crash down.
she casually handed it to me.
she looked over at me just as the tears began their promise trail .
she grinned, lop-sided and with speckled green eyes that both plead and assure, said, ” you keep it. it feels safe there.”
without waiting for a reply, she stood and walked away.

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Little Rock, AR is our featured location today and I was thoroughly delighted to find this fairytale-esque message. It made me wonder why the beautiful girl walked away after giving the heart to another and what her reasons for doing so were. Cornelia Kopp’s image captures the enchanted fantasy of the story but is perhaps reflective of happier times (a previous chapter, I presume?)

 

Lovelorn Poets in Little Rock, AR: In The Wind

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In The Wind

In The Wind
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in the wind.
we left an image of a kiss in the sand
and it was blown away
in the wind.

 

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As our poem of the day shows, the water’s edge is a curious place. Not quite solid ground but not fully aquatic, anything that comes into this zone is transitory. The wind blows, the tides moves, and the sand is either washing in or moving out – taking with it all objects and memories.


Missed Connections in Little Rock, AR: Don’t You Know?

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Don’t You Know?
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Don’t you know what your smile does to me?
Don’t you know how much I miss you, long for you?
Don’t you know how you make my heart skip a beat?

I look forward to holding you again, kissing your lips again, hearing your laugh again.

Don’t you know?

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Today we’re featuring three messages from Little Rock, Arkansas. This is another one of those feeds requiring time and patience to find interesting specimens, but I’m pretty pleased with the results. In this posting, our poet is clearly smitten by a smile – funny how happiness can be so infectious. “And I can tell you know how hard this life can be. But you keep on smilin’ for me.” Happy Monday!