Lovelorn Poets

From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections

Lovelorn Poet in Kalamazoo, MI: Modern New-form Haikus

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dance

me against the world
someday I’ll find someone to
face the future with
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or hey maybe not
I’m an atheist and I
hate dogs and you suck
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it doesn’t matter
I’ll probably get hit by
a car anyway
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(Oh wait– that last one is Suicidal Tendencies)
(what the fuck is goin on)
(dance break)

 

Even before the Seattle Missed Connections “Haiku for Hopefuls/Hapless/Hearts” writer came along, haiku was a pretty common poetry form on all the various forums. This may have been the only one I ever found with a dedicated Repo Man / punk rock reference.

Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Dog Haiku For Hearts

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dog

Dogs are like babies.
They cry to tell us they’re hurt
but can’t tell us where.

Sometimes people are that way too. We can see or hear that they are in pain or distress
but they can’t tell others what is going on.

It takes effort and courage to ask what the problem is, and how we can help, and really mean it.

When we ask, “How are you doing?” and we hear,
“Terrible. I’m desperate, or sick, or lost.” how often is the response,
“Oh, that’s good. It sure is hot today.” ?

Didn’t they listen? Don’t they care? What’s going on?

Probably people care, but not if it takes away their time, or privacy or money.
That seems to be where caring stops. At the weather.

We tend to look at those above us and see that they have more,
and not below where they have less than even we do.
Is it our fear of falling?

“It could have been me.”

Courage gives us strength. Strength can give us hope.

 

Another thought-provoking piece from Seattle’s Haiku for Hearts. It takes strength and courage to discover a hurt but it also takes strength and courage to open your heart to the hurt. That applies to loved one with both four and two legs.

Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Shining Haiku For Hearts

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eyes

From across the room
I spot your shining, bright eyes.
And the world brightens.

The first few times it happened I thought it was lightning, or the lights blinking.

But after it kept happening, I figured out the pattern: The whole world lights up when I see your face.
The sky is brighter, the stars are brighter, even the bus tunnel is way less gloomy.

Now that I call it out, I think my outlook is brighter too; I even look forward to Mondays knowing that you are, you.

And what used to really bother me, is just an annoyance now,
and things that were neutral, like the bus stop are somehow less dirty and old.

My sweet source of light, you are my sun and my moon.
When you hold my hand I think I can almost see in the dark.

 

I don’t recall when the writer of Haiku for Hearts published this on the Seattle Missed Connections but there’s something about it that’s undoubtedly spring-like. It seems a bit easier to fall in love (or at least develop a crush) when the skies are blue and the birds are singing.

Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Pornography Haiku For Hopefuls

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Love

Love

Like pornography
I know it when I see it.
Same thing goes for Love.

It’s hard to imagine me at a loss for words. I would like to think that I can explain all of my feelings, or describe what leads me to my decisions.

But that isn’t the way real life is. Not every feeling can be dissected and examined. Sometimes we just feel and know something is true ” in our bones .”

For example, please don’t say my baked macaroni and cheese is not a true masterpiece of food porn.

I know it is. I can tell just by looking

 

When Seattle’s Hopeful Haiku-er wasn’t writing about his search for love or his dog, he wrote about food. This missed connections poem contains the first and the last of those two topics (and I’m sure the pup enjoyed the leftovers!).

Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: First Date Haiku For Hopefuls

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Missed Connections in Boston

Walk

Talking while walking
will make for an easy flow.
Strolling together.

“A walk in the park is a good first date.” she says. “The scenery keeps moving, and there’s room to run away”.
– Then only I laughed. .What?!
“Right! Good idea. Better wear comfy shoes”.
– What?! What did I just say ?!!
“For walking I mean. Not running”.
-Crap.

Ha ha. I hope it wouldn’t play exactly like that, and of course, some “open” places are better than others.
If we are already smitten kittens, then a construction site is inspiring.

But if you and I are still exploring, it is always good to set the scene in a fun place.
(Think Tunnel of Love, not House of Horrors…)

That way there are the trappings of a nice time, even if the chemistry fails to react as hoped.
(Think fizzling baking soda in a petri dish, and not a burning spool magnesium tape. (which IS always fun.))

 

Here’s another dating adventure from Seattle’s Haiku for Hopefuls. While it doesn’t sound as if anyone set off sprinting, the outcome seems to have more fizzle than sizzle. Sometimes you win, and sometimes you don’t.

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