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Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: New Year Haiku For Hearts

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Monkey

Monkey

My little Dumpling.
For you, I’ll stop my noodling.
It’s Chinese New Year.

My Julian Calendar resolutions aren’t even two months old, and yet, I’m willing to redouble my efforts to improve.
I don’t think Chinese new year requires it, but I don’t mind.

More crunches; less lunches.

The changes I am making are all for the better. You bring out the best in me.
I am determined not to fail.
You make me want to shine; and encourage me with your smile so wide,
and your eyes deeply accepting and kind.

Of course, I am so far from perfect that every change can be an improvement.
My reward is your soft, sleeping breath on my neck and chest.
I would be glad to let the night last forever.

I will do what ever it takes to share this whole new year with you.
No Monkey business. šŸ˜‰

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(Gung Hei Fat Choi means a prosperous year; not a happy one. That’s OK.
With you by my side, happiness is all but guaranteed.)

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Lovelorn Poet in Spokane, WA: Within The Confines Of My Mind

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words everywhere

Words everywhere by din bcn

Within the confines of my mind
I do find that in time
The lines do rhyme
Lyrical, spherical movements in the sky seem to fall down around I
Paper to pen, as pen to paper
Writing lines you will listen to later
This is spoken word

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within the confines
i do find
the lines
lyrical, spherical movementsĀ  in
paper to pen,
writing lines

This is spoken word

of my mind
that in time
do rhyme
the sky seem to fall down around i
as pen to paper
you will listen to later

Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Maps (Here)

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Brothers in Arms by Elias Ruiz Monserrat

Brothers in Arms by Elias Ruiz Monserrat

Love is too strange.
Undocumented, neighbors.
Like hands we hold,
While dreaming of being seen.
By our heroes.
You.
Do you remember feeling safe?
I remember it to fall asleep.
Sometimes I remember arms that never wrapped around me,
Like that.

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I remember you
neighbors
never being safe
while seen
undocumented

I remember dreaming
that love, it is like hands
like arms
that strange wrapped around feeling
of hold me do

SometimesĀ  we remember our heroes
to fall asleep by
you too?

Lovelorn Poet in Skagit, WA: Fish Much?

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Fish Much? by unknown

Fish Much? by unknown

Four profiles
Crazy
Be nice
Stop hurting her
Stop calling
Learn to read and write
She pay like they do?
Stop following me
Fish on
LoL

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four following fish
learn like they do

Stop to read profiles
LoL

Stop and write her
nice

Stop calling me crazy
She be hurting

pay?
no

Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Hapless Haiku Hijacked

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hate

hate

Poetry flaggers
get no pleasure from hating.
They want attention.

Too bad that last posting upset someone so much.

It wasn’t about her/him anyway, except to her/him.
Because they are all about her/him.

 

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