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 Jul 2016
The Lunchtime Poet
My elegant queen
Full of beauty and grace
Jewelry made of gold
Clothes of the finest lace

When I see you
It all seems surreal
Cannot control
These emotions I feel

Your hair soft like silk
Your eyes so sultry and dark
Whenever you're near
I feel a spark

You feel it too
I see that look in your eye
These feelings we have
We cannot deny

Let's surrender our souls
To our deepest desire
Let our bodies succumb
To the heat of this fire

A fire that burns
Deep down in our soul
I must have you now
To make me whole

You'll always be my queen
And I'll be your slave
This love that we shared
I'll take to my grave
 Jun 2016
The Lunchtime Poet
You were there
from day one  
You are my father
I am your son

First taught me to walk.
Then taught me to run
You are my father
I am your son

Fished with me
in the hot summer sun
You are my father
I am your son

Gladly accepted
each girls heart I won
You are my father
I am your son

Taught me to drive
that stick it was fun
You are my father
I am your son

Saw me off to the army
my adult life begun
You are my father
I am your son

Now I am married
perhaps a grandson
You are my father
I am your son

The angels came calling
your time here is done
You are my father
I am your son

I really miss you
this grief weighs a ton
You are my father
I am your son

You'll always be my father
now I've become one
I am the father
I have a son
 Jun 2016
A W Bullen
There is a place
In  evergreen wiles
A permanent perfect                  
of boundless dimension,
I tarry untrying in idles of hours
Lost in the halls of this subtle domain


Walk with me there
To where willows thirst
On the banks by the bridge
Where cowslip with meadowsweet
Polka the pasture to pepper
The evening with notes of the rain



Gather me in-

-There,hold me in harvests
Of memory loved,- as when
  You turned your face

To the lights on the water

and smiled the glory of day into shame.
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