Lovelorn Poet in Austin, TX: Echoing The Passion

Cotton Candy by bumblesea

Cotton Candy by bumblesea

(Reaches Over)

Cotton Candy that dances around you.
Honey-dipped sugar cane.
The red color of roses and your lips.
Chocolate-covered strawberries.
Soft kisses and tight hugs.
And, cherished love with you.

(Withdraws from Her)

Her Two Cents

 

 

(Withdraws from Her)

The red kisses
And cherished sugar candy cane dances
roses around you
tight hugs and that color of your
Honey-dipped lips and
Chocolate-covered love
with you
Soft cotton strawberries

(Reaches Over)

Lovelorn Poet in Austin, TX: Our Love’s Fruition

Image 1676 by Ethan Fox

Image 1676 by Ethan Fox

Let it come.
Bring it on.
Look at me.
I got this whole new song.
Poetry.
Flows from me.
Because I stayed faithful.
Unconditionally.
He was gone.
Oh woe was me.
I think he’s back.
Coming cautiously.
Baby I
Will never leave.
I am yours.
Unconditionally.

Her Two Cents

 

 

 

Unconditionally
Coming cautiously
I think he’s back
Bring it on
Oh woe was me
Will never leave

He was gone
I am yours
Because I stayed faithful
Look at me
Let it come

Baby I
I got this whole new song
Poetry
Flows from me
Unconditionally

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?

Her Two Cents

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.

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents IconHer Two Cents

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.