Lovelorn Poet in Austin, TX: Your Verse?

Tonal Poetry by Professor Bop

Tonal Poetry by Professor Bop

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

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Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents Iconyou may contribute a verse
these are noble pursuits
you may contribute a verse
what we stay alive for O me! O life!
What will your verse be?

 

Lovelorn Poet in Austin, TX: Full Moon In Gemini

Star in the Woods by Stolen w-heels

Star in the Woods by Stolen w-heels

We were written in the stars, a long time ago,
Destined to repeat our should and could have beens
We live it out over and over, hoping one day our
Will will guide us to where we
Were always meant to be
Together
Remember the falling stars

Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents IconThe stars up above and the stars on TV fade into a background we can barely see. But a star we can hold; albeit crumpled, worn, and old is enough to guide a way through any kind of day  – so I’ve been told… (maybe it’ll work for you too?)

Lovelorn Poet in Austin, TX: The Poet Strikes Again

عيوني حزينه و السبب خافقي مضيوم و لا هلت العبرات ماني بـ لايمها

by Sanctuary Photography عيوني حزينه و السبب خافقي مضيوم و لا هلت العبرات ماني بـ لايمها

Missed Connections in Austin

The Poet Strikes Again

The lights were dim, dark, but light was in your eyes,
And I got lost, and I got lost, was lost in the ties,

That bound the night to us till the horizon broke the sky,
As we talked of everything of all of us, and all of us inside,

And I search for the meaning to the reason I lost you,
I remember you said you read these post and thus I write you,

Or maybe I just write, just to write out my heart,
Just to write out this disease of the belief in soul-mates and stars,

And maybe I write as always for no-one,
As always, always, I listen to the world and it’s slow song,

That binds me to the steadiness and the beauty.

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Eyes are the gateway to the soul, and they are often what captures our attention and hearts first. They are what we remember for the longest of times, long after other details become hazy and vague. If we knew that for those special eyes, the ties bind longer and stronger than all others, we might chose to close the lids and never look. Or not.

Lovelorn Poet in Austin, TX: Cold Winds Of Warm Memories

Missed Connections in Austin

Cold Winds Of Warm Memories

Cold Windsof Warm Memories

Cold Windsof Warm Memories

Everything has olden except your presence
Moons ago I went through the surf on a lonely day
The waves were unreal even then
The hulk of the shipwreck you knew about –
remember that night of storms and kisses? –
was it a ship or a delicate woman’s hat
rolled by the wind in the spring rain?
– was there too.

Memories of you better still your tender presence was there too
Transparent and deep
Nothing had changed but everything had aged at the same rate
as my temples and my eyes my hands
Long long ago I moved through the pyramids of leaves
Golden slowly in the moss
Silent cold barnacles clung desperately to rocks in the sea
Don’t you just love that platitude?

Let me go, it’s so rare for me this ironic song
Children not taken and fading in the rear view
After that it’s happiness and dancing in the hawthorns!
The aperitifs had changed the names and colors
Of the rainbows framing the mirrors.

Long long ago you loved me like no other

 

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Some places seem to avoid the inevitable progress of time: a quiet stretch of beach, a secluded lake, a path through the forest. Re-visiting these familiar places inevitably leads to reminiscing about the people and events that marked prior visits. I’d like to think this is how the people we loved and whom loved us stay close by even when they are far, far away.

Lovelorn Poet in Austin, TX: Haiku For JK

Haiku for JK
Missed Connections in Austin

mean

mean

You’re so very mean now
Yesterday you were so sweet
That’s England for you

 

 

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