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
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.
Fried egg heart shape, funge
Fried ham and juicy hotdog
Cup rice, crepe for brunch.
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 Pacific Coast is a honey.
Oh, my eager taste buds start to roast!
Eggs Benedict with perfect golden orbs!
Having breakfast on the azure Pacific Shore.
How could I ask, for anything more?
The scent of fresh California orange juice,
In an amber goblet, ah, turn it loose!
This is my divine amberfest breakfast.
Divinity~full of color and golden pizazz!.
So very blessed and extraordinarily, first class!
1/27/2024
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 distracted
When wasp, his stinger, impacted
Leaving a welt across my arm
At first, I thought no great alarm
My blood he blithely extracted.
How could I have been so stupid
Without batting of my eyelid
I agreed to brunch with a wasp
Without considering the cost?
Next time I’ll get a second bid!
SIXTH PLACE WINNER
Written June 7, 2022
Entered "Tall Tales 3 Quintilla Fantasy Fiction" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jeff Kyser
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 a missile launch
That should explode A Glutton’s Paunch.
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
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 with your own infatuation and obtuse obsessions.
Cut out the crap, the public gatherings and just chill out.
Raise your glass, feast your eyes beyond the phone.
Green grass - Clear blue skies
cold steak
lunch meat
sandwich
cold cuts
lunch brunch
fruit punch
9/19/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
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
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 meals are considered legit
But we early birds need
For our day to proceed
Morning rations or throats will be slit.
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
being lactose
intolerant
and lazy
no milk
for my
morning cereal
eating it dry
from the
box
when younger
and still lazy
i read that
from puberty
until average
age of death
a man will
spend more
then several
months in
front of
a mirror
shaving
so i
being lazy
agreed with
myself and
let a beard
grow knowing
i could spend
that extra time
more worthwhile
even sleeping
now older
waking from
a deep but not
Rumpelstiltskinish
sleep just another day
comb my growth
and have the same
breakfast but while i
brush my teeth i see
pieces of granola
nesting in my
chin hairs
there they shall
stay to keep
them for a
snack
before
lunch
in
between
hot rising
pezones
and
pickled
feet
i
slowly
un
do
her
belly
button
Here Lies Mae Brunch
Here lies fat Mae Brunch
Never late for lunch
A spinster for life
Did she get her ticket punched?
An Epitaph for a laugh 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jesse Rowe
April 14, 2019
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