Best Brunch Poems

I am a foodie, I must confess, I swim a few laps for exercise
Along come the Mollusk, and to my pleasant surprise
I have no restraint and they look so yummy
I just open my jaws wide, and fill up my tummy

Holy Mackerel, they make quite the feast!
Unlike that deepwater whale; Moby Vic, that lumbering beast
A real...

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A lone gull,
white breasted
pecked and pecked 
at flecks of snow on the ground -
a curious delight this February day,
but what could be found
in nature's freshly poured flakes
to sate the bird's appetite?

She turned and soared away on wings of grey.


By Andrea Dietrich/ Motif is Nature
For "the Impress me with a small poem! (New / Old)" Poetry...

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The same cross you nail someone else's sin to; will be the same one used to advertise you. 

The day gold became more important than bartering; was a time the world had been bought, and short-changed. 

The time the world had been short-changed; was the moment within ourselves, our heart was corruptible.

The moment our heart...

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       Amberfest Ambiance

Ah, the orange-gold, I behold in things, 
Such as the amber, in my wedding ring.
Invitation to a classic, zesty brunch.
Heart-pounding for this splendiferous lunch.

Let's begin shall we, with aromatic toast,
Slathered with orange jam and golden,
Hawaiin honey.(Tis the most)
Gratefully, we do have enough money,
To eat oudoors, and the...

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DREAMS DEFERRED 
dandelion dreams
dancing doting dogwood tree
deforestation 

THE QUIET ONES 
dark heart’s art tar scars
black blood beating beckoning
sociopath scream

BUTTERFLY BRUNCH 
black blue butterfly 
breathless beauty blessed beware
bird beak bite bloody...

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between nine and noon
a murky realm emerges…
french toast next to pie...

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And so the snail invited, me to brunch and tea,
And I excepted joyfully, Oh what great fun this would be!

I put on my pink party dress, and went skipping out the door,
Then I felt the drip, drip, drop, then I felt it pore.

There I stood in my party dress, soaked from head to toe, 
Wondering...

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Chapter 1: Deneen's Failed Liberalism (Revised Version)

Developing progressivism
within liberalism
further iterates pervasive presentism
of win/win
past through future multiculturalism,

A healing timelessness,
progressivism grounds deep attachment
toward our most sensory-nutritional past,

Particularly radical cooperative customs
and multiculturally bilateral geocentric traditions.

While widely understood to be future-oriented,
climate healthy progress rests on simultaneous assumptions
that healthy resolutions must be synergetically liberated
from past win/lose short-term answers,
And our win/win...

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Cracker Barrel — always a favorite.
Not my first choice today, but
we go where the grandkids go.

Warming my hands with coffee cup
...waiting...tap, tap...for the follow up.

I wonder if the waitress was in charge today…
Like an arcade ball, literally bouncing off
coworkers, aimless, goofy talk…

Our table, likewise, discordant —
not quite catching the right tune.

An unfamiliar waitress, all over
my...

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1.

Assist beyond capacity
Doing everything from
Golden heights, illuminating
Junipers, kites, lamps...
Many never obey private quests.
 
2.

Quilted into our own narrative,
Undulating like inflatable pool toys in the water, 
Echoes in our minds the reasons for looking back in time.
Sweet symphonies and crude horrors mingle at this party,
Telling tales of you telling tales about your tales telling tales.


3.

Heaven's Hollandaise...

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Fried egg heart shape, funge
Fried ham and juicy hotdog
Cup rice, crepe for brunch.
...

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Easter Brunch is a big deal
in the metropolis where Fred lives.
Restaurants run their ads 
Ash Wednesday through Good Friday.

Years ago brunch began at 11 
for Catholics coming out of Mass. 
Protestants arrived at noon or so 
depending on the sermon.

Back then everyone dressed up  
in Sunday suits and Easter bonnets.
Children had on brand new...

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Trim slices of parma ham
Dressed in olive oil
Lollo blanco salad
Ciabatta bread
And eggs benedict-
A light lunch
Ciao !...

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A wasp invited me to brunch
Very naïve, I had no hunch
I thought a mimosa quite nice
So I didn’t even think twice
That I might be the wasper’s lunch.

I wore a flimsy silk zinger
No protection from his stinger
What was I thinking, after all,
That bee displayed plenty of gall
I knew enough not to linger.

Just my luck, I got...

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I’m not sure but I have a hunch
That people indulging in brunch
Wake up pretty late
So think it is great
To eat breakfast when I would eat lunch.

By giving a fancyish name
Those late-risers think they can claim
That their honest intent
Is for time to be spent
Making breakfast and lunch seem the same.

There are crossovers, I will admit
And both...

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