Lovelorn Poet in Memphis, TN: Science Fiction Love Affair

December 14, 2015 by lovelornpoets

Dematerialization by h.koppdelaney

I could make you feel like the Last Man on Earth,
if you were only willing to say that I am Legend.
If you could but build the Time Machine,
and we could go Back to the Future.
I don’t want to take away your Serenity,
but I don’t want to descend into Pandorum.
It seems though I have taken The Shining to you,
I simply feel as if our Encounters are of a Third Kind.
Would you like to be with me the Day the World Stands Still?

The Shining

Serenity, I am Legend

Last Man on Earth
The Day the Earth Stood Still

Close Encounters of the Third Kind

Pandorum,
Time Machine,
Back to the Future

Lovelorn Poet in Nashville, TN: You Are The Modal Verb

October 8, 2015 by lovelornpoets

Relationshipping (abroad) by fernandoprats

a,
Would you, could you. Were you, are you.
The heart’s memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good.
What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.
I remember it, as everything.
z.

you remember everything
memory is what you remember

life happens to you
the bad and the good
matters not what could and what would
as it magnifies you
it eliminates you

but I remember how you were
are
the heart’s in you

Lovelorn Poet in Nashville, TN: Let The World Watch It Grow

December 31, 2013 by lovelornpoets

Peeples Valley, AZ by moominsean

Missed Connections in Nashville

Let The World Watch It Grow

I want to plant a seed and watch it grow.
What it will be I do not know, but I will watch it grow.
I found this seed a long time ago.
I didn’t know then what to do, but now I know.
I will watch it grow.
This little seed has a tough shell, but deep inside it is full of life.
This I know.
I think a few drops of water may do it well. Yes, that will soften this shell.
I will watch it grow.
I do not know yet what it may be.
It could be a weed or perhaps a tree, but there is life in this seed, so I will plant it and wish it well.
I will watch it grow.
Look my seed is starting to sprout!
Makes me want to stand up and shout, but there is much work left to do if I am to watch this grow.
Lots of water should do it well.
I will nurture this seed that is full of life no matter the sacrifice I will watch it grow.
I think my seed must be a tree.
Yes that is what this must be.
Just look at the branches full of leaves, this tree of life is worth any sacrifice.
So I watch it grow.
My tree is growing and growing wild.
It is full of life this tree, but too many branches is all I can see.
Cutting just a few is what I must do.
So I watch it grow.
A few bad branches out and it is clearer to see.
This tree of life is stronger than ever.
The bad branches dragging it down had to go so my tree could live much longer.
I will watch it grow.
I planted a seed to watch it grow.
This tree of life is now what I know.
It may have a few scars, but look look past those and you can see.
My tree stands tall and perfect to me.
All because of one little seed.

Her Two Cents

The transition between the old year and the new one is always an ideal time for thinking back and thinking ahead. What happened to the seeds you planted last year? Are they starting to take root? And what about the ones from years prior? Have they been going through some changes, some growing pains? And what about for this year ahead? Surely you have a few great ideas whose time has finally come. May all your ideas have ample water and sunshine in 2014!

Lovelorn Poet in Nashville, TN: Dear Mr. Espresso: A Poem

July 10, 2013 by lovelornpoets

Dear Mr. Espresso: A Poem
Missed Connections in Nashville

Coffe by Giuseppe Zizza

Dear Mr. Espresso,
You’re conversational intermezzo
Hangs so delightfully upon my ears,
Sometimes you ring in pesto,
And your coffee is the besto
Yes, OH
Yes, OH!

Your delightful beard and glasses,
Teases all the masses,
As each 30 minutes passes,
I dream of your romances.

Dear Mr. Espresso,
Will you let me be your next-oh!
A tattoo unlike the rest!
Please let me be the best
OHHH

So let me bring this to a close,
i really like your nose,
And therefore i suppose,
That perhaps the love that arose
Might come across to you,
Before your love doors close

Her Two Cents

Missed connections in coffee shops litter the internet like those little wooden stirrers used to blend your beverage. However, finding an actual poem that isn’t an overly caffeinated haiku is pretty rare – and in this case, our Nashville poet’s offering reminds me of song lyrics. In fact, the second half of Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody comes to mind when reading through these verses…”Your delightful beard and glasses, Teases all the masses, Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango?”