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 Jul 2016
The Lunchtime Poet
When I sit down
At the table
I get excited
To read your label

Peeling back
Your foil cover
A small square of joy
I discover

Strawberry or grape
Jelly or jam
I don't really
Give a ****

I use a few
On my toast
That's the way
I like it most

I think I'm hooked
Don't try and knock it
I put a couple
In my pocket

When no one is looking
Into my pocket I reach
Slowly I pull one out
Man I hope it's peach

Always thinking about it
That sticky substance I crave
Won't someone help me
I'm becoming it's slave

In the fall
It's homemade preserve
On a Ritz *******
I like to serve

I can't stop
No matter how I try
I'll be a slave to the jelly
Till the day I die
 Jul 2016
The Lunchtime Poet
Feeling like
I'm at the end of my rope
Life is a struggle
I've lost all my hope

Can't get ahead
No matter how I try
What is the use
I should lay down and die

No one would care
If this earth I did leave
Not a tear would be shed
Nobody to grieve

Problems in this life
I face all alone
There is nobody to call
Or answer the phone

Looking in the mirror
The reflection I see
There isn't a family
I see only me

What I wouldn't give
To have someone in my life
Maybe a friend
Possibly a wife

This is the thing
That I ask for each day
When I drop to my knees
To the lord I pray
 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
 Jul 2016
The Lunchtime Poet
Time is racing
Always going so fast
One minute the future
The next it's the past

Oh so fleeting
Quickly passing by
One day your born
The next you die

Always chasing you
Staying closely behind
No sense in hiding
It is you it will find

No drugs or operations
Can fool this persistent friend
With you from the beginning
Following you till the end

Don't waste time worrying
Leave it all to fate
Before you know it it'll be over
Enjoy it before it's to late
 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
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