Best Lunched Poems

It was late in the perpetual summer, and I had been dozing,
On a blue and balmy afternoon, as I lulled on my porch swing.

When from my pleasurable dreams, I was eventually aroused,
By sweet breezes that blew past, the place where I drowsed.

With a sigh of...

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Yesterday was a miracle day,
We had a beautiful luncheon with friends.

A beautiful carnation was given to the mothers,
To celebrate the day.

A table was set with a tablecloth and china,
We lunched and had delicious foods.

A pianist played classical music on the piano,
Good listeners guested in the...

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To live a talented retiremant,
i dreamed of a normal retirement,
Meeting classmates again coincidently
Getting together for a cup of tea or coffee,,
To be with the church,
When I retired that all began,
A storytale retirement,
I did participate and did things,
 I have never done before,
I wrote two books,...

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Left Monterey on Saturday.
Arrived in Paris early Sunday.
Driven to the Somme Cemetery Monday.
Job-interviewed and lunched on Tuesday.
Flew back home via L.A. Wednesday.
Recovered on Thursday.
Back to work on Friday.
Disappointed on Saturday.
Didn't get the job, but spent three nights in Paris at government expense.
C'est la vie....

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My opinions are changed, 
My heart lacks fervour, 
For you lunched the war, 
Purposeless, 
To liberate who are already free,
To enrich who are already rich, 
To make the fierce, more ferocious.

When will the time intrude you,
Make you see the brilliant aspect of the affair,
And humanity...

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I had a meal that wasn’t square
Though all the things I’d need were there:
Some crusty bread, some cheese and fruit
And lots of salad spreads, to boot.

A plate of veggies, nicely sliced
And lox and cream cheese, which enticed.
A pot of coffee, freshly perked
And pastries (where the...

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Midst the mulga and the gidyea out beyond the old Paroo 
runs a road which leads to Yowah and a great place it is too. 
Where the populace is smitten by an urge they can’t withstand: 
Its the lust to find the queen of gems,...

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My palms are growing wet
Sweat has covered my trigger
Night and day in enemies nest
Operating like battalions of mere singers.

I fight 21st century with 20th century bullets
Blood on my face, wounds yielding deeper
In shattered body my brethren in uniform rest
Unjust funding makes our defence wall weaker.

Father,...

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It was a beautiful day for a picnic in the park,
We all thought we would stay there until dark.

Just enjoying the peace of a late summer bliss,
Like a departing lover engages you with a kiss!

We lunched on good food, and played volleyball,
And butterflies drifted by,...

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I will admit I was a tightwad, though that fact shames me now,
As never changing mountains, often colorful mists will allow!

I never meant to be unkind, but only endeavored to be practical,
Like the moon exiting skies, when night cannot be more magical.

I yearned to be...

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PEACE

I had a mate; his gentle face a marred reflection of the pain he divined in others.   
When a new kid in heavy leg brace hobbled into class we chose to stay away.
Shunned, he glowered; his face a doleful veil.
My friend sang to...

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The Rocker’s Rhythm

It comes to mind as here I sit
And reminisce you old friend
We’ve travelled far in 40 years
Let’s see where it began.

A generous gift you came to me
A young girl with new babe.
I squirmed and boggled this first birth
But you your rocking stayed.

Countless hours...

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I remember you and I
How we sat to lunch summer after summer
I remember you and I
The small scope critic and the pearl sweet preacher
We lunched in the Bronx, feasted
In Manhattan, the wasted
Cancer fled, I have not forgotten
For then you brimmed my soul with heaven
You lived...

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at Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School

As a Halloween costume, 
one year during early grade school, 
my father got the brilliant idea 
for his sole son to be dressed 
with one of a kind getup.

Missus Shaner 
(the talon clawed, shriveled 
relic of a dinosaur, 
who taught...

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I will always recall the look on Ed’s face
As we lunched underneath an oak beside the river
We stopped at an ideal spot on our canoe trip
Ed said, “This sure does remind me of Nam!”
A chill ran down my spine.
I knew Ed suffered from debilitating flashbacks,
And...

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