Lovelorn Poet in Savannah, GA: Kind Of Love

Breathing Like a Spaceman by mindgallery

Breathing Like a Spaceman by mindgallery

On the way to the grocery store
this morning, I fell in love.
It wasn’t the marrying kind of love,
or even the fucking kind of love.
It was the kind of love whose shadow
stays with you for the rest of your life.
The kind of love that poems are made of.
The kind of love that takes the kind
of courage you don’t have.
The kind of love that makes you skip
a step but keep walking.
The kind of love that, once you buy
a pint of milk and a loaf of bread,
makes you treat yourself to some
fancy marmalade.

–Bison Jack

Her Two Cents

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Bison Jack (Savannah) and mindgallery (Brooklyn) have been posting poetry on the MC for years, and I’ve saved many of their poems during their brief appearances online. However, this is the first time one writer’s poem reminded me of work by the other. I discovered “Breathing Like a Spaceman” back in 2010, and it’s re-appeared with slight edits under other titles, but it still remains one of my favorites. I don’t typically place two poems in one post but in this instance, both complement each other in such a lovely way. Step into the sunlight, laugh, and enjoy some fancy orange marmalade. It’s summer, still.

Breathing Like a Spaceman 

I walked out at my stop on the f train this morning
and saw him playing his plastic keyboard
filling the station with a soundtrack for
the new day

as I climbed the stairs, I heard him say
I hope you fall
in love

and as I stepped into the sunlight
I realized I was laughing
and I was



Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: Run Amuck (Screenplay)

run amuck by mindgallery

Run Amuck by mindgallery

Scene 1

Handsome slick wandering minstrel
song singing son of
a bitch


Oh quiet room, filled with gloom
and computer and


Earful, eyeful, thoughtful soul
as the night is dark, keep
looking for the


When the sun lights the earth
the moment when light
gives birth to the
new day


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Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents IconEvery picture tells a thousand stories, every poem offers a unique experience. What you see, what you read, may be constructed by a thoughtful soul looking for a moment, or maybe it’s a reflection of your own landscape, your own wandering minstrel squinting into the sun and hoping you haven’t lead the tourists too far afield.

Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: The Cycle

Missed Connections by Dorothy Gambrell

Missed Connections by Dorothy Gambrell

Out of life
I wander here
I rather wander outside
We don’t have to give
For why we are here
We are all types
All different cycles
In our mind, life, relationships
We wander here
The reason
You may never know
It’s no one’s business
What’s missed
Is connected
In a way
Known only
To those
That do the connecting
Or indirectly
But souls may
Just vibe here
In a way
That’s unchangeable
Fingerprints of thoughts and emotions
And mentalities
Letting them
Along a scrolling line
Of unknown
Lives with dreams

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Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents IconWe know so little about the people who post to missed connections but this fun little info-graphic provides a bit of insight as to where most of the events written about occur. Knowing that the chances of a message connecting with its intended recipient are small (at best), why are these forums more popular than ever? Is it romantic fantasy, boredom, or a last-ditch effort to find someone to connect with?

Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: In Memory of Maya Angelou

versunken nur by Leo Grubler

versunken nur by Leo Grubler


Where shall the doves fly, should they fly my way
i would tell them that her poetic ripples
are now entwined in the rhythm
of time

and how my heart weeps, for she is me
and i am them, so we all can
weep together

short words in an ancient
universal, african

provide the drum

heart murmur


in twilight, sunlight, darkness
and blackness

she gave us life and the
sound of the drums

lullaby hymns


Ever notice, when you look up at the moon
no matter where you are in the world
it’s the same moon
we all see


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Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents Icon“I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” ― Maya Angelou

Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: There’s Room In The Quiet

Bedsheets, Thursday, 2:22PM

Bedsheets, Thursday, 2:22PM by Chris Doherty-Ingram

We see each other so infrequently that when we do
it’s easy to notice the accumulation of years
creased in our faces

reminding us that time is chiseling us down
into an older version of our
younger selves

still trying to adjust to the one simple fact
that whether we’re here
or not, life goes

I’m laying in bed watching a small sliver of light
seep through an opening
in the sheets

and i remember you saying that this is
where my dreams

so i clasp the sheets tight and in the
morning, i crack the blinds and
lift the shades and

for my dreams to

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Several years ago, I confided in a friend that I wanted to start a blog that explored the creative writing and poetry found on Missed Connections. My friend confided in me that she wanted to improve her WordPress skills so she could start a website design business. Three and a half years later, Lovelorn Poets is still publishing regularly and Au Coeur Design is going strong. Thank you, Amber Hinds, for working with me all these years and for this wonderful website re-design. And thanks also to Brooklyn missed connections poet Lee Taylor who submitted this new piece just a few days before today’s re-launch. Sometimes we don’t have to wait long for dreams to materialize.