Best Sweetbread Poems

ANCESTORS

Lady Liberty

And the Lady cries:
"Bring me your lame, maime,
Your poor, your Refugees."

Came by the Mayflower
And others like her,
The first Settlers came
from near and far;
Men, women, children,
old and young.

Bellowing sails flapping 
in tempestuous winds,
People courageously sailed,
Getting wet by the rough rolling
waves,
Going to America ahoy!

From these ones...

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PLEASE PASS THE SWEETBREAD

With sorrow tomorrow I will say fare thee well
As I be headed for the intestines of hell
A demon misdirected to be duly digested
While his fortitude and factor of fear is fully tested
With a vested interest in indecency and indiscretion
While involved in an...

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A PBS SPECIAL: IF AS SUNG BY BREAD

Mm mm, if I had a sweet tooth,
I think I would be sugar proof.

A cake would be nice
to satisfy this appetite.

Sweet rolls are in the stove.
Let me turn my music on.

I must send a wavelength
to the cook.

She or...

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no recollection
of ebullient memories
life of complex work
too many siblings to please
time for ice-cream if afford

a time of prayer
afterwards back to play cloths
with sweetbread and friends
a time children seen not heard
not enough love to go round

8/6/2022...

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Some times
I wonder why
the white bread
hates the brown toast
when the sandwich maker shows
what the
bread maker knows
that the dark bread
and the white bread
are both
created from dough
even the sweetbread with raisins
that's totally different...
the baker made too!!!...

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A Hundred Equine

Hot salty drops trickled into my mouth.
The sun had changed my brown flesh to bright red.
Reflected brilliance passed through squinting eyes.
Faint, I rested in shade eating sweetbread.

I lay my head on a smooth slab of stone.
Thinking.  Resting, in an ancient dwelling.
Dreaming in...

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You must go to the fun house! It is the carnival’s best thing! My children said.
I pictured whimsical trees, pink birdies and lollipops eating sweetbread.
I slowed down my steps when we got there, it was frightening instead.
Terrorized completely, as an electric saw came toward me...

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In the clear morning, with rays that dance over a realm of magic,
Easter arrives, with its gentle light, to drive away unnatural shadows.
May it penetrate the pores of the soul, to melt the cold, lifeless wax.
May it twinkle in the mind, like the first star...

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