Lovelorn Poet in San Francisco, CA: Satchel Paige Haiku

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How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are? Satchel Paige Haiku

love

love

how the day is yours?
beam of life, my protector
loves chagrin vexes

How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?
- Satchel Paige

 

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Lovelorn Poet in San Francisco, CA: This Way Haiku

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This Way

love

love

In this way I shall
once again let you know
how much I love you

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Lovelorn Poet in San Francisco, CA: People Are Like Seasons

People Are Like Seasons
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first wind of spring

first wind of spring by FM Era

life is funny.

it’s frustrating.
it’s magical.
it’s depressing.
it’s enlightening.
it’s a gift.
it changes in a moment.
bright days turn dark.
clouds form, rain pours.
winds blow, lightning strikes.
eventually it passes and clears up.
rainbows rise.
the sun shines.
flowers bloom.
weeks fade into months.
bad days eventually become good days.
winter turns to summer.
it always works out.

grudges are for people who hate themselves.
happiness is forgiving. tomorrow’s a new day.

above all things, life is short.
enjoy it.

 

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The only certainty life holds is that time moves forward. Why is enjoying today, enjoying the now, a task we often avoid? We throw aside our  current lives only to look back upon it with strong emotion. We ignore the present, preferring to look ahead to something better, different, or more interesting tomorrow. What if everything we needed was right in front of us right now? Would be even believe it?

 

Lovelorn Poet in San Francisco, CA: This Is Not A Love Poem

This Is Not A Love Poem Missed Connections in the City of San Francisco This is not a love poem, but more like an old receipt you might stare at absentmindedly before it crumples back inside your pocket: a recounting of a little thing; a glimpse, not a revelation; not the secret of a young […]

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Lovelorn Poet in San Francisco, CA: Remember

fireflies

Remember Missed Connections from the City of San Francisco I remember love. Rare was the gift of eyes to share audacity! Nights not every light was a dead star we swam waters dangerous wine-dark and jewel-fingered; held to the heart’s possibilities, we sang boldly under the choir of numbered suns, hungered as a statue’s widow […]

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