Lovelorn Poets

From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections

Lovelorn Poet in Western Massachusetts: Game Of Dreams

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quantized

Quantized in the English Corpus

I breathe in the mystery’s breath
As given in the waters of spring
And quantized; If love is a thing,
I save the moment from digital death.

I note every colored dot
Upon whitewashed walls
In the mind’s eye, and all
Shyness might have thought forgot.

Because in this game of dreams,
The shyest sparrow’s song
Redresses failing winter’s wrong;
Love is deeper than what seems.

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quantized
deeper than what seems
winter’s wrong
a continuously varying
failing song
game of dreams
 signal by one
thought forgot
the mind’s eye
 whose amplitude is
whitewashed
every colored digital death
restricted to
love is a thing
spring waters
 a prescribed set
breathe
the mystery
of values

Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Plagiarism Is Good

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Self-plagiarism is style by tind

Self-plagiarism is style by tind

I’ve come this far on my own,
Sometimes I need that smack
In the head since I didn’t get the
Chance myself to experience it
From its origin. I was loved.
It’s simplest the meaner greener
Cleaner in the whole world,
Better pick up the industrial size
It’s gonna be a late night.
I hear the rest stops along the way
Can get pretty scary, bring the white
Leather gloves as well I like the fit.

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origin

I was loved
since
Sometimes

I like the fit
It’s
its
simplest

I didn’t get the chance myself to experience it
From
the meaner greener cleaner in the whole world

I need that
head
smack
bring the white leather gloves as well

I hear the rest stops along the way can get pretty scary
Better pick up the
the
industrial size

I’ve come this far
In
on my own
It’s gonna be a late night.

Lovelorn Poet in Savannah, GA: Spring

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a morning on the tiles by jes

A Morning on the Tiles by jes

This morning, I saw a man
standing alone at a bleak and wintry
intersection suddenly explode into tears
when a pool of sunlight enveloped him
and I remembered when you said how
much you hated spring because it made
you feel like you hadn’t achieved anything.

– Bison Jack

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I saw him when
you hated morning sunlight because it made you feel alone
and explode like a bleak pool into tears

when standing at this intersection
you hadn’t said anything

I remembered a much achieved man
and how a wintry spring of suddenly
enveloped you

Lovelorn Poet in Flagstaff, AZ: Quill Pen

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The Feather by Susan

The Feather by Susan

she’s waiting for a feather to fall
a feather that tells her he is the one
feather

her feat
her fate

the fear
the fare

of a trip to destiny

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he’s a feather waiting for fall
a waiting that tells he is the one
waiting

an
ant

a
gnat

wait
wing
twain
twin

tag I win
a trip to destiny

Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: Rites Of Spring

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Rites of Spring by mindgallery

Rites of Spring by mindgallery

Perhaps it’s just
in the air
but

i’d swear the
daffodils

were smiling
at me

*

And as i stepped into the sunlight
i realized i was laughing
and i was light

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And as i realized
i was mindgallery

i stepped into the daffodils
i was the sunlight smiling

we’re laughing and light

*

Perhaps it’s just me
but i’d twitter
at the air in swear

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