Brunch Poems - Poems about Brunch

a string of haiku

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

Suckered Brunch

You beat me to that sucker punch,
but missed I was away at  brunch;
Honey I have been gone,
all you get is a dial tone;
The trash took itself out for lunch.

BOLD by Brunch, with a side of a bunch of BS or Say-Less

The limb elongates in the bodies flayed attempt at survival.
Internal struggle, intelligently struggling in the maintaining of oxygen in a Bold  yet desperate display. Feeble gravities
Lunging, Lurching behind from within where wheels turn till a grasp,
grips a palm heavy & ten digits stick.

Heaven sent on Godspeed Hell-bound down to stand dim-witted, in await on

Brunch Foodie

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

Amberfest Ambiance

       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

Andd Said Something

I didn't understand why it happened to them
some insane reason to seperate
people who love one another
tieing the knot: she smiled
making the whole thing fit
pull the lace from your face
and kiss me!
she sliced potatoes and filled them
with a smoked fish and dill and a citrusy
cream cheese mix. They looked like
ice-cream sandwiches. I asked her
to use cured

A Merry Brunch With Marky-Mark the Shark

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

A Brunch Date

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

A Lunch Like a Missile Launch

The stupendous lot I had to munch
Made it A Mind-Blowing lunch,
Besides The final Served bunch
My aching teeth could crunch …

A quest for An Enriching Lunch
And it begot A Memorable lunch
I hadn’t its signaling hunch…

A By-Degrees Superb lunch,
In dimension A Brunch,
In Kung fu A Kick, in Boxing A Punch
To survive it A Bunch …

A lunch like

Hailstorm of Brunch

A hailstorm of brunch and some juice.
Sweet dough in a coffee cake boost.
A casserole got ‘em
with croissants on bottom.
When time for clean up, fed friends vamoose.

8/29/2021

Having Brunch

You’re having brunch,
a fruit punch, not a cheap lunch.
What makes all of you so snidy and snarky?
Especially for being so nice all this malarkey.
It seems like a complete waste of time,
Low lifes walking the streets, drinking shots,
causing a crime.
You miss the gesture of friends and their gifts,
focusing on gripes, their rifts and self-perpetuated.
Get a grip

Sandwich Drinks Brunch-

cold steak
lunch meat 

sandwich 
cold cuts

lunch brunch
 fruit punch

9/19/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020

Mother's Day Memo

Power of a mom 
Keeps everything calm 
Busy as can be
With no fee 
Holding a hand 
Being a fan 
Having answers when in a jam 
While frying dinner in a pan 
There is so much caring  
Mom trusting and sharing 
As a driving force 
Mom is the number one source

Brunch

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

Mountain Oysters For Ladies Brunch

Mountain oyster stew for lunch
Lovely for an old ladies’ brunch
They down them with glee
Happy as crones can be
I do not think they have a hunch

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