I was just trying to remember the past
trying to remember the good people
and the bad people,
that i came across on my way,
i want you to know
that you are among the good people
that left a good trace in my life,
once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.
Copyright © VICTOR BUN | Year Posted 2012
Self-employed and partner in life
He "hired" some other guy's wife
Making golfing balls
Now he has two holes
My new business ?...Surgical Knives...
for Carolyn Devonshire's "Horrible Bosses"
Copyright © iolanda Scripca | Year Posted 2011
Pleasures await you by the seashore,
And in the coming months
Invest in your family; today and tomorrow,
Pleasures await you by the seashore.
Your first choice will be the wisest to follow;
Do not put all your stocks in the market.
Pleasures await you by the seashore
And in the coming months...
(1 Year Anniversary Dinner at Sydney's Buffet)
Copyright © Leon Stacey | Year Posted 2009
has no more blood;
no tissue to slide through my teeth.
I have bitten my tongue
my message deflates beneath.
© 2011 ~JSLambert Esquire
Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2011
I have been looking for my dream car, 1971 Chevelle. Carrying out dreams and goals are not bad things at all. There is a positive on this. I have a very vivid mind and it goes to work from time to time. Thats a feeling. It is hard for Ek to remember things. How i Feel. Song. Everyone thinks people are there to help them but everyone is out for themselves not trying to help each other out. It is all a dream she would have done this and she would have done that but she did not reply. Where did the girls go was the questions asked by all the guys and then discussed by the girls as they drive off. You were drunk, rambling, and you ran them away. Pure 3-2718space240Dash Bravo. What is this you ask? You can put pure in front of anything and sell It.
Copyright © greg bell | Year Posted 2013
I want to talk,
Talk it through,
Talk about me,
And talk about you.
Lately it's been hard,
All of your work,
And around the kids,
You're such a jerk.
Well it's not my fault,
You're the one who chose,
A bakers dozen,
Of kids, yes those.
How can i know,
The future Shane,
You haven't been,
Through the blood and the pain.
Hey, I've been working hard,
To keep our home,
We're nearly bankrupt,
And you know that dome,
That you bought for our dog,
I mean come on honey,
I work and i work,
But you spend all the money.
I don't care for this rubbish,
I care not for you,
Get out of my house,
And i'm keeping Lulu!
Copyright © Tay M | Year Posted 2011
Meet Fraulein Wexler, the Mallory, few friends know.
German workaholic, jilted as a young bride,
never knew a lover's grace, she played ingénue.
She’s a marketing expert, so says her sheepskin.
Raised to accept her fate, (Germans bypass sorrow),
Munich melancholic, in work was satisfied.
No romance she needed, no late night rendezvous;
known as business magic who played the mandolin.
Job offer five hours north, Mallory's tomorrow?
Non -alcoholic, her bar mates have testified,
her usual - one glass of wine and she is through.
What will she discover on the streets of Berlin?
Business appointments center 'round the cafés of Berlin.
Two years have passed; we find our Fraulein may move once again -
Fraulein Wexler seeks employment at London’s Coffee Sense.
While in Berlin she’d met a barista par excellence,
Toji, who proposed a job in the coffee industry.
Pardon the digression, while I tell you the back-story.
Toji’s dad sells coffee in the London vicinity;
he visits her often since she has moved to Germany.
His stopovers, more frequent, once he met her new-found friend,
Mallory begins to think marriage, this man, a godsend;
yes, once he met Fraulein Wexler, the rest is history.
London is the next big move; thanks to matchmaker Toji.
Instead of doing business in the cafés of Berlin,
our Fraulein Wexler is planning a wedding in London.
Next Tuesday, she will become Lady Wakefield of Soho,
a quiet affair in the gardens near Maison Bertaux.
Needless to say,Toji will be there for each wedding guest -
brewing mixes of Dad's own choosing – coffee at its best.
In France, orchards flourish for wines, rich and mellow.
The Wakefields look forward to a long honeymoon.
Although he is British, James was raised in Bordeaux.
Each day, they sample wines after lunch, after noon;
former staid fraulein smiles, a taste is apropos.
New tang to their palates - pomegranate/cranberry,
two acidic fruits, both improve in the blending;
secret recipes mix sweetness with pungency.
The two lovers delve in, all tastes that are trending
mingling in their coffee, a cheese rich and creamy.
He relishes sharing his past with Mallory,
his new bride of three weeks and his dearest delight.
It is here, she will meet extended family.
It’s here that they'll foster new tastes and old sights.
For it was in Bordeaux, James discovered coffee…
compiled June 13, 2017
I edited three earlier poems, to develop my character, Fraulein Wexler.
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2017