Lovelorn Poets

From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections

Lovelorn Poet in Paris, France: Looking For My Space Woman

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Looking For My Space Woman by unknown

I’ll be your spaceman, land on your moons
I need someone to cross the inky blackness of space and crawl inside your craters.
Real explorers only, please.
An astronaut needs to hold his breath for 120 seconds — hint, hint — and subject themselves to rigourous training, both in theory and in practice.
Orbit you.
Orbit you for a month, or even just one night.
It’s been a while, so I’m looking for some groundbreaking missions.
I need you to fall into your gravity well.
I need you to scream “One small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind!”

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There was never very much activity on the Paris Missed Connections, and most of the messages posted there were more in-line with what you would expect to find on Casual Encounters. However, the writing for these messages could get pretty creative as this post illustrates. šŸ˜‰

Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Condolences Haiku For Hearts

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Love

There’s no passing lane
in funeral processions.
Just condolences.

I tell funny stories about the past to remember that there were happier days.

But I stop when we enter the cemetery gates. And speak in soft tones so none of the buried souls think it’s a party.

I eulogize a life well spent with an acronym:

L. Be Loving and kind.
O. Face the world with an Open heart.
V. Live Virtuously and seek honesty.
E. Let Empathy be your guide.

Lovelorn Poet in Hudson Valley, NY: All The World Disappeared And Hopes Of Only A Shoe

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Isa's Shoes by Isa

Isa’s Shoes by Isa

I pity those this post is for
Whose hearts and souls
Hurt most by accidents
Of time and place
That say loving must be practical.

Although I can fix most any heart
I’ve given up.
There’s not time
To wait
Heal my own
Feed my soul
Be practical.

There will be complaints about
Heartfelt poetry on Craigslist Missed
About who tells the world
This is “you and me”
Trying love and a shoe that’s home,
On for size most tenderly
In the looking glass of dreams.
Complaints about who can’t say
These words aren’t beyond
What’s written here
Or avoiding the hurt of love
Not practical
By not knowing you
Not knowing me
As we do and will.

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I never found found very much creative writing on the Hudson Valley Missed Connections, despite the fact that it’s on the train line to NYC. But this piece grabbed my attention because it referenced how, on some forums, posting poetry or anything that wasn’t “standard” could launch a series of complaints, often publicly posted. This used to happen quite a bit to the haiku writer in Seattle, WA as well as a number of other locations. I wonder how those vocal opponents feel now. Not only has all the poetry disappeared from most locations but lots of the “standard” posts get flagged and removed as well.

Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: Star Dust (mindgallery)

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Glow

Star Dust

On another day with the sun to the east
we’d be dreaming
together

your hair light and lit by the summer air
and in another world with the
sky swirled

around us while we swayed
we’d hold on tight
and

sleep away the night
with our bodies
so light

mindgallery twitter . beatboxbliss tumblr

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mindgallery has written some lovely warm-weather poems over the years. I’ve always enjoyed being drawn into the rhythm and flow of summer in the city.

Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: Confirm

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this one section of map by bitch cakes

this one section of map by bitch cakes

Confirm
I’m firm, you’re firm
Everybody’s firm

Frame a frown, in a frum forum
Formal frock, proper decorum

Made of faux fur, from afar for fun
On a fine farm, where yarn is spun

Form a first firm, rum ferment
Drink to n fro, firmament

Frizzle n frazzle, on a fulcrum
Plymouth rocks, like a pilgrim

Freeze a fruit, fry frumentum
Pick it up, try momentum

Have a pudding, or frumenty
Go for seconds, there’s aplenty

Never heard of, frumentacious
Sounds like something, ostentatious

Chirp a chirm, charm perform
To confirm, or conform

 

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Three or four years ago I found a few rap/rhyme style poems on the Brooklyn Missed Connections that were clearly written by a young, orthodox Jewish woman. They were great fun and skillfully executed. Some time later, I read a story online that talked about an “illicit” rap video made by two students at an all-girls school in Brooklyn that had gone viral. I don’t know if the rappers in the video are the same as those who published on Craigslist (Brooklyn is a big place, after all) but I kind of like to think they are – and that I’ve managed to save a little bit of their UN-orthodox teenage years.

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