Best Brioche Poems

Should it be a poet's duty
To write solely about beauty?

A POET’S DUTY by BETH EVANS

ANSWER ON A BED OF NAILS

let me answer the quixotic brioche —
we all need a delicate pinch;
brachial bruising a warning

all the flowery talk dispels the magnitude
of cancer, the carbuncle of abuse,
the...

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sonata for the flute and piano
adding
some slices
of a sunrise tasted with the friends
and a calm sleep on the sand

for the brioche with bilberries
I cut the almonds
I break the nuts
in this August evening
the sky releases the colours- like the agate

on the seashore
at the "Seamagic"
torrents of musical...

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The young French maid pours tea
for the heartless Queen Marie-Antoinette
whose image Dunlop objected to paint...
because he must have hated royalty!


The young French maid dreams of liberty,
although she eats bread and her family
eats brioche': her oppressed heart must be free...
while walking in the eerie shadow of...

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It's funny the simple pleasures recounted in life
all manner of wonders reminisced I'll miss most.. 
though list grows shorter with each passing day  
thoughts align in proper time as desires sway
storm bent trees, sunsets, a child's laughter,    
and chicken salad on...

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Third Reign:

Her feeding heart and cold command
Enough to make you quit your band
Well, there’s only so much frostbite one can take
You’ve heard her bitter orders before
To leave your sandals outside her door
And go skating on the Ice Queen’s lonely lake

I’d save all my lovin’ for...

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A solemn scent of brioche scrapes along 
waking eyes and my freedom comes alive
morning songs of the sandpiper float around
as I revel in secrets that light the glowing sun

Irreplaceable memories dive deep and I struggle
for breath  to speak of past promises  longing to...

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Those bread rolls look so yummy,
Can you buy me some sissy?

You mean those brioche buns?
So sweet for you, my little one.

But candies are much sweeter,
May I have one my dear sister?

Timmy, I don’t have enough dime,
Can we buy one next time?

But sissy, I’m starving now,
Can...

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Summer Lunch



Delivered by cute stud, served in a red chequered box!
On this sizzling, summer,sun-joyous June day.
Delicious, cold seafood salad on a perfect Brioche.
Rapturous, fresh garden  creamy coleslaw.
Perfection!


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A caption is not a utensil. And highly recommended is the hiding away of the ladles at this time of the year. Frankly it is most often spoken of but never delivered. Delivery deliberations deemed done. And no wise word from a misted curtain of...

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A glorious Spring day, my love!

Won't you come by and let's play?

A picnic next to the placid lake.

Caesar salad, brioche, Cabernet Sauvignon.

How about munchy crackers and Brie?

Just the swimming ducks, the loving lake gently 
touching the shore.

And best of all, you plus me, reading Cummings'...

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In the center of my garden,a marble fountain stands.
Today, the fountain-birds harmonizing  
and conversing in joy, 
Of their plans to fulfill for God's day.
Insects, too,are busy doing their holy work,
some building tunnels way under the earth.
If lucky, I might see a hare hop my way.

Meanwhile, I will procure...

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Lazy Morning

L~Love to lie on pillows, lush and ever so
    lusty.
A~An ambrosial dish, right next to me,
Z~Zoetic,yes! And feeling full of life and 
     and magically,oh so, poetic.    
Y~Yummy, yes. A warm brioche and hot
     French coffee with a dash of sprinkles..
   ...

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~ NEGATIVE MINDSETTED  NIGEL~




Alas~he only can envision the hopeless!
With nary an answer ahead.
His land is for him,only of the  following feckless,
With no soulful breath, as if he wishes indeed, he were already dead!


For breakfast he searches out spoiled jam, 
On a moldy Brioche, to be...

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     Or ~ Breakfast in the Fields~

The animated, joyful couple, just you and I.
With our picnic, wicker basket wonderfully full.
Of Brioche,our favorite cheeses, fruits, Chai 
and mirth.
It's so wonderfully quiet here except for the
sound of bountious butterfly wings.
And I can hear...

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I'll bring you a brioche
with coffee dear
what would you like
with the brioche
ham or jam....

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