Marsden Wharf
I have never doubted that my dreams are the products of my own mind (false).
dreams
of the products
I own
my never mind
are (doubted)
my have that
false
Lovelorn Poet in Auckland, NZ: I Have Never Doubted (Marsden Wharf)
Lovelorn Poet in Raleigh-Durham, NC: ~In Finding Bliss~
Soil in Hand by Lou Gold
What Love can bring
Often…changing
Where above we grow,
What started below
And sow–and so
From lost to found
Toiling soil,
And root our ground
But with a wish,
From Antithesis
We brought this thing
The Will to Love:
Selfless Giving
We grow–and grow
And project this show
The Metamorphosis
In finding bliss
~your poet~
finding bliss in
the metamorphosis
what started below
we grow –and so!
our root this ground
toiling soil found
the will from a wish
giving love
from above
we sow –and grow
Lovelorn Poet in NYC, NY: Twilight The Dusk
Untitled by Kate
last rays of light
twilight then dusk
the day begins to sleep
quiet over the front
(Road Noise)
twilight light to
day then dusk
over the front of
the last rays
sleep begins
quiet
Lovelorn Poet in Western Massachusetts: Spoon
Sun-Moon from Quinn’s Clip Art Book
Once again the oblivious sun
Has cancelled my dream too soon–
In a sky as pale and shy as honey
I curled around you like the moon.
Once again
like the moon
I has curled around you
my oblivious sun
honey
shy and in the sky
as pale as a dream cancelled
too soon
Lovelorn Poet in Toronto, ON: My Darling November Kind Of Love
November by Dawn Danby
My darling November kind of Love
Off in the distance
Inspiration settled
A miracle of
Being a workaholic
We gotta get this groovy
Now then
Let me explain myself.
I am making a solemn promise
To you
My November kind of Love.
Brutal honesty
Support and loyalty
Ahhh. Visionary sleep
I’ll not be
A tramp
A trollope
A cursing trucker
A two bit slapper
A dime bag pusher
A sentimental obsession
A China cat sunflower
A boxcar willie
A stovepipe hotplate
A mouldy old insulator
A little worse for ware
A drunk at the barstool
A marijuana cupcake
And most importantly
I’ll never forget to smile at you.
I’ll never forget to smile at you.
my darling November
a solemn promise
I am you
and we
a miracle of inspiration
in this visionary sleep
the distance being
a kind of Love
My November kind of Love