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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
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
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
Torin
The river is polluted
The skies are grey in falling night
The stars are hidden from our sight
Constellations convoluted

Bilge water and bile
Corrupted hearts so vile
Defile of a sacred form
This is not divine
Only desecration

The river is polluted
The seeds we plant do not survive
And even life is doomed to die
The trees are all uprooted

          We want the leaves
          We want the flowers
          We want the scent of the forest

The river is polluted
Our dismay is all man-made
Unwholesome branch that holds no shade
Our hope for shelter all eluted

Brackish is the water
Swim if you care to drown
We take giant gulps
Deluded with hope
And still we die of thirst
It has come to my attention, or rather been in my peripherary that I chose to ignore, that there are certain poets here who act in the most unseemly manner. Now it is spilling over into the dailys. Just stop!!!! It is sickening. A bunch of "poets" they are. If you want to wage war, at least be competent in your craft. It goes both ways



https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=5g5frlxiODQ
 Jul 2016
The Lunchtime Poet
I fall to the ground
In a family of seeds.
Lying in the soil
Nature meeting my needs

Coming to life
Through the ground I will breach
Growing so fast
To the sun I must reach

On top of my stem
A bud it did form
Soon it will open
The weathers so warm

The time has come
For me to put on a show
I'm going to bloom
And let everyone know

My color is yellow
Like a lemon so sour
Never have I been
Such a beautiful flower

I smell so sweet
A magnet to bees
Just to get a smell
Humans fall to their knees

Soon my flower fades
The show coming to an end
Please don't be sad
It's just nature my friend

Then jack frost sneaks in
Not making a sound
Freezing my body
All the way to the ground

The snow it does fall
Quietly covering everything
Such a wonderful blanket
I think I'll nap till spring
 Jul 2016
The Lunchtime Poet
Trying to erase
These images from my brain
No matter how I try
These thoughts will not wane

Never will I forget
That look on her face
Was it shame
Or maybe disgrace

Seems like yesterday
When I barged through the door
She was in his arms
Need I say anymore

Sent me into
An incredible fit of rage
Like a starving lion
Released from its cage

Grabbed him by his neck
Like a lion does its prey
Looked him in his eye
Asked what he had to say

I'm so sorry
I didn't know she is your wife
Please don't **** me
He begged for his life

Feeling kind
His life I did spare
But from now on
He will walk with a chair

There is a lesson
He hasn't learned
If you play with fire
You're going to get burned

As for my wife
It is her I did leave
To me she is dead
For her I won't grieve

Since then I made
A brand new start
Found a beautiful woman
And gave her my heart

She is my true love
My only best friend
Our love will live forever
Never finding an end
 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
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