Unelected billionaire,
Puppeteering the POTUS...
Money-stringing corruption:
A democratic country,
Lunching its democracy:-
Categories:
lunching, allegory,
Form: Free verse
*VIDEO of San Francisco by Scott McKenzie, Cheers to Tony Bennett.
City of Hearts and Home by the Bay
Day star's mist yields to its grip of a bridge,
Span steel strands, harp-like, golden tags a smidge,
Light drapes the streetcars, up and down the hills,
Chimes, mass speeches, music, and painted stills,
Juggling pantomimes, street fair atmosphere,
Haight and Ashbury crossing yesteryear,
Fisherman's Wharf nearby Pier 39,
Seafood platters and fine dining with wine,
Downtown Union Square, lunching alfresco,
Market Street, Tiffany's, a Broadway show,
San Franciscans, whenever we're in Rome,
Ideal for some, but we call this home.
2022 December 31
*2nd Place*
Take Me There
~~Margarita Lillico: Judged 2023 January 21
*RZ & HMS.
Categories:
lunching, america, appreciation, beautiful, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
Returning from a lunch with a friend
A man he had known for years
My brother shared this lunch time banter
he thought would tickle my ears
His friend had said that men are stupid
And that women,well,they are just mean
Hmmm I said you can tell your pal
That's the most unfinished quote I've seen
To round it out to completion
All factors you must integrate
Both parties need representation
So the girls I will representate
If men ,by his own word,he finds
intellectually lacking
And women have a tendency,he claims,
To send civility packing
Could one thing have led inevitably
To the consequence of the other
Next time your lunching and chewing the fat
Ask this of your ol' boys club brother
Categories:
lunching, men, women,
Form: Rhyme
Two lions lay down by the dry riverbed
It’s been such a long time since either had fed
One hungry lion then looked up and said
A vulture is circling the sky overhead
His friend just rolled over and lay on his back
His tongue lolloped out and his body went slack
But then with a grin, one eye opened a crack
He said I won’t give that old vulture a snack
We lions are kings of this African nation
So play dead like me and we’ll end our starvation
This fight for survival, we’re going to win it
That vulture up there will be down in a minute
Categories:
lunching, animal,
Form: Rhyme
The squirrels always ate the seed
I’d used to fill the feeder.
They’d shimmy up the pole to follow
One brave soul, the leader.
Whenever I glanced out and saw
A squirrel up there munching,
I’d step outside and stomp my feet,
Which stopped unwelcome lunching.
But in a minute, they’d be back,
With cunning and with daring.
My foot stomps and some yelling
Didn’t seem to do much scaring.
Yet at my son’s today I felt
Like I had won a raffle.
The birds were at the feeder
‘Neath which hung a brand-new baffle.
The squirrels searched the ground below
In hopes of cast-off smidgens,
As baffled by the baffle as
Their world would be to pigeons.
Categories:
lunching, bird,
Form: Rhyme
Legendary lovers lay low,
Lurking longingly like lorikeets,
Languishing beneath a clump of larches,
Lena flirting with Leander
Lunching on lotus flowers,
Lost bearings to all.
Liquored up into a dual lullaby
Listening to a lay from Lake Lethe,
Eyes lit in lambent love.
Luck lifted their luminousness.
Greek Lord livid at their love
Lashed lightning
And locked them both out
Love flickered into oblivion.
Placed 1
11 December 2020
Alliteration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Categories:
lunching, lost love,
Form: Alliteration
Picnic - A Didactic Cinquain
Picnic
Stoned, impromptu
Parading, hotdog, lunching
It put hunger at rest
Piece of cake
7/9/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
Categories:
lunching, analogy, appreciation, food, fun,
Form: Didactic
Didactic Cinquain
Picnic
Everyone loves
Lunching, munching
Making lovers world go around
Rains came
February 22, 2020
7:30am PST
Syllables 2,4, 6, 8, 2
Categories:
lunching, cute love, fun,
Form: Cinquain
Off Season in Gallipoli
April’s bus from Lecce unloads
at the fabled fish market. It’s closed.
The only hint of June’s full fare
is one slight stall. No one lunching there.
The streets are open; we stroll at will
by a weathered or a white-washed wall.
Look at the moored boats. The slips are full.
No one paints or mends a sail.
Not one child with shovel and pail
works the beach. One man and his bull
dog play a game of pitch and fetch.
Cameras out; this is the daily catch!
The mercato. Shop? No dice!
but its facilities have no line,
leaving time to lick Italian ice
or to enjoy the local wine
and for the uncluttered spell to weave
until it’s time to leave.
Categories:
lunching, beach, image, seasons,
Form: Rhyme
What if the moon was made of cheese,
And astronauts were mice?
They'd eat their way through Danish Blue,
And Colby by the slice.
They'd place it on their crackers.
They'd spread it on their bread.
They'd grate it on spaghetti.
They'd eat it in their bed!
If the moon was made of cheese,
And astronauts were mice,
They still would have to do their work,
Perfect and precise.
The scientists at NASA
Would really like to know
If there is water on the moon,
Or maybe ice, or snow.
If the moon was made of cheese,
And astronauts were mice,
Every time that NASA called,
They'd let the phone ring twice.
They'd sit there in the spaceship.
On cheddar they'd be lunching,
While scientists at NASA hear
A lot of heavy munching.
If the moon was made of cheese,
And astronauts were mice,
We'd have to give the NASA boys
Some fatherly advice:
"Bring those little astronauts
Back before the dawn,
Or you may look outside to see
The moon is almost gone!"
Categories:
lunching, children, funny, moon,
Form: Rhyme
A wish especially for your senior birthday,
Here's to wealth, health and happiness.
Many years to pursue your dreams,
And to follow your ambitions.
Days with your relatives and friends,
Fulfilling and accomplished.
Hobbies that compliment your lifestyle,
Discovering new pastimes as a retired teacher.
Meeting new friends and lunching with them,
Days with your wife and children.
Remembering your beautiful wedding at Pioneer Village,
Your miracle children and their friendship.
Looking forward to weddings and reunions.
Perhaps a vacation to a winter or summer resort.
Remembering birthday celebrations with our parents,
Days at the beautiful house.
May God's blessings continue and may God guide you all,
Blessings from all your relatives.
Author; Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Categories:
lunching, appreciation, blessing, friend, god,
Form: Free verse
Roaming
that thick soup
of a green countryside,
the black eyed Susans
were our only witness,
silent as corpses,
unaware that truancy was our creed as we
drove to buy beer in souped up
shiny chevy convertibles
as we listened to Motown and sang
to those tunes when we crossed the state line,
lunching in Manhattan,
home by dark,
knowing we'de be caught red handed by the principle,
our suspension notices written up in eloquent script,
yet still.....
it was worth it,
to roam as free as that April New Jersey wind,
new and bratty.
Categories:
lunching, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
Eerie by night,
Serene by day,
A place of worship
Some might say,
The kirkyard is a strange place,
Where people sit in open space,
Even when masses are lunching there
It's still very quiet in the open air.
Eveything is so peaceful,
Even the breeze
That gentle wind blowing,
Smoothly thru the trees.
Over the years
Graves are covered with moss
Centuries of ageing
And people grieving their loss.
Many a grave has cracked
Others bent or just plain broken
For these people below us
The great lord has spoken.
The kirk stands proud,
And the bells do chime
It must be the hour to leave now
It's soon to become witching time.
Categories:
lunching, death, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Jingle jingle jingle jingle
Mac succulent and simple
Hamburgers, Cheeseburgers
Chicken & fries
Ice-creams ,desserts
long coffee with ice
We have tutti fruties
to suit your sweet toothies
Thick milkshakes
fresh juices and smoothies
We shake every wish
with salads and fish
We offer hot wraps
from our Donalds hats
Oh, Forget 'bout the rest
In beef pounds invest
Cuz uncle Ro Ronald knows best.
Jingle jingle jingle jingle
Mac succulent and simple
Jingle Jingle Jingle...
Parapapa, I 'm lunching it !!!
Offer of the day -One pound mac beefy burger
and another free pound ( to carry you home : )
Just a commercial poem...
Not for the commercial contest , but thanks for the inspiration L.M
Categories:
lunching, drink, food,
Form: Light Verse
When Dad passed I moved home with Mom,
We were roommates at first;
Shopping, lunching, gardening, it was fun,
There were some signs that began, slowly.
A small forgetfulness,
One day, Mom said I cannot write my name;
So, I did the banking,
Soon I was doing all the groceries.
The housework, the cooking, I did it all,
Mom needed full time care;
She was sick and stayed mostly in her bed,
I became the Mom, the daughter gone.
My own life put on hold,
I was her everything and this adult said;
When all hope was gone,
Oh turn off the life support please, please.
_______________________
April 21, 2015
Poetry/Verse/ Oh, Turn It Off
Copyright Protected, ID 04-665-861-21
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest Screwed III
sponsor, Rob Carmack, Judged
Seventh Place
______________________________________
Written for the contest, The True Meaning Of Being An Adult,
sponsor, FJ Thomas, HM, 05/2015
Categories:
lunching, death, mother daughter, sick,
Form: Verse
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