"matchmaking" poems
Poetically vibrating
Intensely radiating
Broken letters synchronistically mating
I love the way I am matchmaking
It's scintillating
A river rush of vowels are grating
Against consonants that were waiting
Sentence structure upraising
And then
I am only making
An attempt at escaping
This world
That is wasting
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 5:05 PM UTC
Cupid shoots arrows
Matchmaking is what he does
But, what if he falls in love?
Does he deserve a happy ending too?
Feelings are inevitable, cupid could fall
For someone anytime and anywhere.
If that happens, he'd be confused, for he
Doesn't know what to do with his feelings
Maybe some people would say, he's crazy
Others would say he's not doing his work
And he's wrong to have such feelings.
But can you blame him?
Shooting arrows isn't an easy task,
It requires accuracy and passion to do such work.
If cupid accidentally scratched himself
With his golden arrow, would you forgive
If you were supposed to be the person
To be shot, and the girl he fell in love
With was the girl you were destined to be with?
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 11:30 AM UTC
Out of class
the World is happening!
And
we
never
see!
Memorize-Cheat-Practice.
Repeat.
In between there is
laughter-tears-love-sex-death-time.
Point-less.
ALL I AM IS A TEST SCORE.
Are they happy?
Outside the world is happening.
They
see
nothing
(they never learned how)
They are watching us.
And the World is lonely.
Let us watch movies and fall asleep together.
I DONT WANT TO HIDE.
Dec 6, 2010
Dec 6, 2010 at 4:44 PM UTC
So I hear you need a rebel-- or maybe
someone to just hear you out. I like your profile,
your bio, the blurbs you write about your life--
but tell me more about you.
How do you break down your personality
01101101 01100101
into 140 characters or less?
May I suggest we meet face-to-face? Video chat
tomorrow at 5:00, sure, but that's not
what I meant.
I don't want the pixels, the lag, the type face, the webcam-filtered,
LED monitor dating profile.
I want the flesh,
the bone, unedited-- the words before they're deleted
and perfected to the point where you finally feel
comfortable enough to hit
Enter.
But you can't "put yourself out there" if you don't get out.
I want you beyond the screen, disconnected from the Internet
connections and matchmaking engines, filling up the tank
and searching for yourself.
I want you, bumbling and goofy, your foot nervously
tapping as we make awkward eye contact, gazing
not into machines and technology but into
pure, unadulterated life.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
I am a strong
Believer
In
Memories
Magic
Mystery
Mercy
Monsters
Marvels
Miracles
Madmen
Malice
Marriage
Majesty
Masterpieces
Matchmaking
And
Mayhem.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC
The times they are a changin',
Algorithms are modern cupids
Generated and perfected by...
Matchmaking computer whizzkids.
Log-in details now the key to love,
Name, gender, age and location
Algorithmed and matched to...
A potential subject of affection.
But I met my wife on a drinking spree,
On the dancefloor and on a mission
Wine and music combining freely...
Generating the perfect alco-rhythm.
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 6:13 PM UTC
Study the stage, young women
Because the day will come when you fall in love with a boy
who's in love with you
but your friend loves him, too.
And let's face it. She deserves him.
So do it for her - channel Dorothy's excitement at the Land of Oz,
Hello Dolly's kindly matchmaking.
Be the Nurse to her Juliet; keep her secrets.
Only at night allow yourself to lose character.
You can then become Eponine in the rain,
Christine in the depths of the opera house,
Maria watching her world torn apart.
Avoid the boy's gaze if you can, ladies,
Because he knows you're no Dorothy,
no Dolly,
no Nurse.
He knows and you know, but you do it for her.
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 1:19 AM UTC
Deep in the desert where no one can see
Is a laboratory named "Area 143."
Like Area 51, it runs government tests
But not about aliens (though that's a good guess).
These facilities created, over the years,
A watch that would stop when your soulmate was near.
From your moment of birth, it would start to count down
To the exact moment when your soulmate was found.
For a while it worked, and all was well.
But a rise in divorce rang the warning bell.
For the watch could not predict that you'd love your mate,
Just someone that you could potentially date.
The CEO of Area 143
Tore his beard out and yelled, "This cannot be!"
He recalled all the watches and then packed them away
To a secret location, where they hide to this day.
But he did not know that other watchmakers
Had stolen the plans for these botched "soul-maters"
Today these copies are still for sale
Some think they do work, from school to jail.
So if you ever meet someone and you see your watch stop
You might have purchased one of these matchmaking flops.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 12:03 PM UTC