Lovelorn Poets

From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections

Lovelorn Poet in Boulder, CO: The Girl From Naropa

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Naropa Flower by Vincent Horn

Naropa Flower by Vincent Horn

Hair as dark as night
Eyes that flash when she smiles
Tender
Caring
A bit naive
Full of so much love and hope
She gives so much
Not appreciated
Perhaps she was born in the wrong century
She is beautiful
Inside
And
Out

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“Where are the poets? Take me to your poets!”
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Dark as night with eyes a-smiling
The girl from Naropa U. goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes
Goes “A-a-a-h”

When she walks she’s like a poet
Ginsberg, Waldman, Cage and di Prima
That when she passes, each one she passes
Goes “A-a-a-h”

 

Lovelorn Poet in Denver, CO: Moose Stuff

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Sketchbook by Catherine Mommsen Scott

Sketchbook by Catherine Mommsen Scott

Big sky eyes, hay colored
hair. Reminds me of home,
When horses where there.

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When where there 
hay colored big sky eyes
reminds me of
hair, horses, home

Lovelorn Poet in Denver, CO: Sunken Hopes

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World Water Day by Ibrahim Areef

World Water Day by Ibrahim Areef

Hopes and dreams
Of two dozen pence gleams
At the bottom of shoals,
To which we relinquish our souls.
Where the Earth sunders
We deliver a plunder,
As though with time
Our words will rhyme.
Just look for a moment,
And the glint is absent.
You can hold onto yours,
And earn what you implore.
Keep the water clean
As you pursue a dream.
Your life will begin
Once you see what’s within.

Her Two Cents

 

 

Hopes and dreams                     Of two dozen pence gleams
At the bottom of shoals,            To which we relinquish our souls.
Where the Earth sunders         We deliver a plunder,
As though with time                  Our words will rhyme.
Just look for a moment,           And the glint is absent.
You can hold onto yours,         And earn what you implore.
Keep the water clean                As you pursue a dream.
Your life will begin                   Once you see what’s within.

 

Lovelorn Poet in Boulder, CO: Phone Poem

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Téléphone by Frédéric Bisson

Téléphone by Frédéric Bisson

I could have made some progress in my heart.
But I don’t think I can get to your inbox with the best timeliness.
This means I need to evict you willingly and then click OK regarding your computer-generated organizational skills.

But please contact me at least once again

and again

and again.

If you don’t see why I love the idea of being in love, then I’ll just have to remain silent on the phone

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please contact me at least once again
and then click OK
I don’t think your computer-generated organizational skills
have made progress
and this means
with the best timeliness
I need to willingly evict you

But If you don’t see why
I can get to your inbox
I’ll remain silent on the phone
again and again

regarding some
I could
just then 
have to

But in my heart
I love the idea of being in love
please contact me at least once again
and then click OK

 

Lovelorn Poet in Denver, CO: Poetic Apocalypse

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Digging the Night Sky by Phil Ostroff

Digging the Night Sky by Phil Ostroff

The bluest moon rests
Atop a sheet of grey,
And stars line a dress
Of indigo suede.

Comets promenade
To gravity’s beat,
And Venus watches
From a distant seat.

Below eternity
We watch with bright eyes,
While the world still turns,
The universe dies.

Gaze unto mine eyes
While I tell you the tale.
Up there doesn’t matter,
But down here prevails.

Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents IconGaze unto mine eyes | While I tell you the tale.
the world still turns | To gravity’s beat
The universe dies | Atop a sheet of grey
And Venus watches with bright eyes
From a distant seat

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