Lovelorn Poet in Salt Lake City, UT: Like A Messenger Bird

A Small Gathering by Phillip Kirk

A Small Gathering by Phillip Kirk

It’s that time of year when if you stop talking and start listening, you can hear the birds sing.
Even with the traffic, you can still hear the birds.
What is it that they want to tell you?
They are so frantically trying to communicate their message.
But you just won’t listen.
You just look at them and say, “Dumb birds. They should learn English.”

But if you stop talking for like, five minutes, you’ll start to hear the message.
And therein lies the rub.
Who has five minutes to devote to listening to birds?
Not you. Not me. Not anybody.
So we are where we are…
in a world where our useless babble drowns out the voices of the birds and their real message of the importance of loving and being loved.

I love you.
But you already knew that.

Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents IconOnce upon a time, in a far-away, distant land, I lived next-door to an elderly woman who was a avid gardener. From my kitchen window, I could see her every morning, walking and working amongst the blooms and greenery. Occasionally, small birds would alight on her arms and shoulders and chatter would ensue – communication no different than if a neighbor had stuck their head over the hedge or the letter carrier came around with a package to sign for.  Simply, friendly conversation. “Nice to see you. How do you do? What about this weather…” Lovely, yes. Yes, love.

Lovelorn Poet in Salt Lake City, UT: Ma & Paw’s Bakery

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Ma & Paw’s Bakery
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In the store behind me, I was struck by your pheromones.
And I think you are cuter than a young Davy Jones.

You carried out 2 big bags of dog food, like it was a feather…..
I wanted to talk you up, but all I could think of was ‘how’s the weather’.

I was parked on your left, standing. Around my confidence, a ginormous vice.
If I could get another chance, that would be really nice!!

You, me, our furry friends, park, frisbee, run?… then meat and treats? I think that would be fun!!

 

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It’s been a long time since I’ve found a good Walkin’ the Dog missed connections message, and this cute little rhyming poem is the perfect light and fluffy antidote for an otherwise gray rainy day. Perhaps our poet’s dog should be enlisted to put up a few “Lost” signs as well. :-)

Lovelorn Poet in Salt Lake City: Playing with Matches

Playing with Matches
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Playing with Matches

It’s been weeks.

I was fine…Really.
Better off.
Amputation was most humane choice.

…But tonight.
Tonight I can’t stop thinking about you.
Inconveniently, you’re suddenly everywhere.
And sweetly insidious.

No poetry.
Too burned out for impassioned longing.
Not up for another run around the ‘we had our moment’ track.
Declining to even unpack and browse memories of the good times and the sad.

I simply miss you.
Feeling your absence keenly.
Crave that ‘I just swallowed the sun’ sensation.

God in Heaven Damn the flickering hope that our tale has yet more chapters….
Phuking trick birthday cake candle.
Won’t go out.
Unfortunate fire hazard.

 

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I’ve never thought that trick birthday candles were amusing. All that extra wax dripping on the cake and the repeated attempts at blowing the candles out (at least one more time) without spitting all over everything is neither entertaining nor enjoyable. For some things, it’s better to bring about a natural end and move on to the next activity rather than press the repeat button (repeatedly).

Missed Connections in Salt Lake City, UT: Fire Station #4

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saludo, salud, saúde, saudade by Gustava Peres

 

Fire Station #4
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I was tired & panting, with hotness I was immersed
You invited me in, extinguished my thirst

Thanks for the water and the pats,
You made my day!
If i’m up that way again, I’ll bring y’all liver souffle !!!

Sincerely,
Dutchie the Daring Dog
with my Frisbee»

Lovelorn Poets her two cents iconHer Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
It took me a moment to realize this was a message about a dog (it was the reference to “pats” that gave it away). I love finding unique little notes like this one – they’re cute and amusing and a pleasant break from love and longing. Imagine if all we needed to be happy was a drink of water on a hot day and a few scratches behind the ears… wouldn’t life be so simple?


 

Missed Connections in Salt Lake City, UT: Shiny Boots!

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Shiny Boots!
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I very much enjoyed talking with you
and loved your shiny boots
even if they were not yours…

 

 

Lovelorn Poets her two cents iconHer Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
Sometimes the Music Guru really outdoes himself. Today’s soundtrack pick of the Velvet Underground’s “Venus in Furs” couldn’t be more fitting. No only because of its reference to “shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather” but because the Salt Lake City feed has a pretty high NSA/kinky sex ratio compared to MC forums in similar size cities. Some people want to wear the boots, and some people want to kiss them. Go figure.