Lisa had never lived alone, she did not know what to expect.
I am scared, she admitted, alert and self-circumspect.
She left her fiancé’ and his baggage, of which there was a lot.
Moved away to Wisconsin, arrived at two o’clock on the dot.
Had taken a risk and landed in a wonderful place for her.
Now has new friends who are the same age, who know the cure.
They get together for dinners, luncheons, potlucks and other stuff.
She advises single living to everyone, there is no longer anger or huff.
Categories:
luncheons, woman,
Form: Rhyme
Vast sums of money
enormous chunks of time
All spent on losing weight ~
usually ruined by dinnertime
It's really quite easy
now I know that sounds cheezy
But here's the one thing that works, brother
Sell your car today, and don't buy another
You'll walk everywhere
have little time to spare
for banquets and luncheons
or to lie around potato chip munchin'
And even if this radical step doesn't work
you have my personal guarantee
I'll sell your car back to you for what you took from me
~ sure enjoyed driving it for free
Categories:
luncheons, business, car, health, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Oh! lemonade I shall drink you tonight
On this so heated hot hot scorched so night
Invade my scorching body temperate I
Always dreaming about you at luncheons noon
.
Let me compare you to a drink Cafe
cold breeze flaps the pleasing dancers of May
Ice cubes in my glass glistening it cries
Ah! gulp, gulp, gulp down my parched throat so soon
~
Drink is now gone I have swallowed so up
Whole fresh-made lemonade icing last cup
4/27/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Categories:
luncheons, analogy, celebration, cool, drink,
Form: Sonnet
Schools, parades and lots of trips,
Cruises, flights and races;
Tennis matches and events
In other crowded places:
All are being canceled or
Postponed for times awaiting.
No one knows how soon is safe
When one’s recalculating.
Expos, luncheons, weddings, shows,
Surgeries elective
Crossed off calendars because
Of cautioning directive.
Life appears to be on hold
As virus germs go flitting
And cancellations mount while fear
Shows not a chance of quitting.
Categories:
luncheons, anxiety, life,
Form: Rhyme
To be king in the land of princess
You must be dauntless.
When invited to tea you must comment on
Her appearance and dress
With open candidness.
Express
How glad and honored you are to be in the
Presence of the princess who will know you
Are playing out her childishness.
Bless
All invisible and tasteless
Food with a heart felt happiness.
You aren't just King you are also her Royal
Advisor so there must not be any awkwardness
Between you both while playing checkers
Or chess.
Use cleverness
When talking about her room being in a mess.
Be gentle when letting her know there will be
New people in her kingdom which will be
Powerless.
Don't let her suppress
Or have any anxiousness
Your invitations to tea or luncheons will be
Endless.
You will be helping your princess
To deal with real life issues instead of leaving
Her rudderless.
Thus guaranteeing hers and your success.
Categories:
luncheons, adventure, appreciation, childhood, education,
Form: Rhyme
Commuterland
Our estate is very posh,
Executives, and oh by gosh
Our Sunday evening cocktails are the thing.
Mortgaged to the eye-ball we are,
We don't even own our own car,
Matter of fact we don't own anything.
We're all driving 4X4's,
And mine's as twice as big as yours,
Every day we drive to kids to school.
Ladies luncheons are de rigueur,
Then they exercise with vigour,
Dipping painted toe- nails in the pool.
We do our bit to help the nation,
Try to combat the inflation,
Knocking back another G&T.
We get all our goods on Access,
And it is the usual practise
Not to actually pay for anything.
From the bank we have to borrow -
Fund our lifestyle for tomorrow,
Louis Vuitton luggage is "tres cher".
Golf club, gym, and school fees rising,
So you see it's not surprising
We can barely pay for the au pair.
We're very nicely ticking over,
But it's not a bed of clover,
Sometime very soon will come the crunch.
Not far off the day of reckoning,
Bank manager will soon be beckoning,
Hope the pension fund will come up trumps!
Categories:
luncheons, humorous, irony, life,
Form: Verse
Easter is a time where we construe
The beauty of renewal blooming through
Little birds that chirp above the vales
While sweeter ladies peep at passing males
Charming is the humour passing round
Faint scent of Tulips, Daffodils abound
Strolling couples giggle by a stream
Planning the delights they like to dream
Gazebos filled with bands that blow their brass
Shiny belts and buckles, best in class
‘Le déjeuner sur l'herbe’ a luncheons treat
A very Manet way in which to meet
Ah Easter is a time for daring stuff
Two clothed men that dine with naked fluff
At last the joys of springtime are revealed
Milk white flesh and precious else concealed
©david byrne Easter 2012
Categories:
luncheons, funny, nature, people, seasons,
Form: Rhyme
Marla was a friend of mine
I knew from working at UTMB
Over 10 years we worked together
In the department of pathology
Though we actually worked
In two different locations there
We still became pretty good friends
Leaving me memories of times we shared
Besides her friendship with me
To all, Marla was very helpful
She knew her job exceptionally well
And was always professional
Our department felt confident
As we knew Marla was the one
To work in an accurate manner
And get any task completely done
Marla attended a few SSP luncheons
We would both go there to meet
She came as my guest a few times
And we would save each other a seat
I’ll carry the memories of Marla
With me throughout my living years
I know that when it’s my time to go
She’ll be saving a good seat for me up there
Florence McMillian (Flo)
Categories:
luncheons, death, funeral, inspirational, sympathy,
Form: Narrative
The house amid the spruces and pines,
Had stood for several decades.
Many a story was told and written,
Experiences both pleasurable and difficult.
There were weather worn benches,
Where the seniors would sit and weave their stories.
Many miracles and blessings were experienced,
Generations thankful to be here.
Each summer they were luncheons and socials,
Blessed by the sunny and warm weather.
Gazebos where you could sit and have conversations,
With a good neighbour and companion.
Bazaars with delicious cooking and baking,
Treasures purchased inexpensively.
Many a romance came and went,
Sometimes the man and woman actually married.
The house read like an excellent novel,
Blessings from God and thankful to be.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Categories:
luncheons, socialhouse, house,
Form: Free verse
Wrinkles caress her face.
A child emerges from within.
Smile straight from her heart.
Advice given from wisdom.
Enjoy your life when you are young.
Never just sit around doing nothing.
Someday you will be old like me.
Wanting to branch out, seeing the world.
I never went to far from home.
Never got to experience life.
I gave it up made some sacrifices.
Felt smothered with great remorse.
Had to work two jobs.
Never got to see the joy.
Took care of an ailing man.
Kids drove me crazy with wants.
Now I am alone and old.
I can barely walk.
But in these last few months,
I find even now, I can have fun.
A trip to the zoo with my grandson.
The first in over thirty years.
Antique mall shopping,
with my newest friend.
Now I can have luncheons out.
I have a favorite spot.
Now on my Senior discount.
It does not cost much at all.
I can sleep as long as I want.
Do not have to wake at a certain time.
I only have me to answer too.
No more do I have to live the grind.
So with all that I am, I do hope.
My children will see before it is too late.
Get out and experience what life has to offer.
Because someday you will be like me.
Categories:
luncheons, family, life, motherlife, me,
Form: Free verse
Want what they don’t need
Luncheons to discuss next feed
Consume as we bleed
By Robb A. Kopp
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Categories:
luncheons, philosophy
Form: Senryu