Bunch Poems | Examples

By the Bunch

Fruits are good for snacking,
Like an orange or a plum
Or a peach or nectarine
Or pear or apple, even some

Within the melon family,
Where even just a slice
Of a cantaloupe or honeydew
Or crenshaw would suffice.

Most people are content with one
When looking for a munch
Except, of course, for grapes because
With them, you’d want a bunch.

I wonder why, when Mother Nature’s 
Plan for fruits was hatched,
She came up with the strange idea
That grapes should be attached.

There must have been a reason
Why on stems they’ve gotten stuck,
But it’s kind of fun to eat them
‘Til you find you’re out of pluck.

We are all just a bunch of mental convicts

Whether you're in a prison,
Or a hospital bed confined.
Yours might just be a 9 to 5,
We all are still doing time.
Our conscience is our jury,
Declaring right and wrong.
Our thoughts the Judge who sentences,
To mental prison where we belong.
All of us are guilty,
In this life we're paying for our crime.
A death sentence has hangs over us.
In the prison of our minds.
But don't loose hope, there is good news,
How we all can be paroled.
The devil has to release anyone,
Even though they sold their souls.
God sent us an Attorney,
His name is Jesus Christ.
He said "All prisoners must be released!"
That believes in his sacrifice.
God sent him from heaven "Pro bono!"
For the hopeless, poor and lost.
He's volunteered to take our place,
Saying "Put me not them on that cross!"
"Father!" he said "Please forgive them!"
The know not what they do!
I've come to set the captives free,
Then I'll return to You!"
The Bible newspaper headlines reads,
"Whether you are young and old"
We have the scoop for all mankind,
The Greatest Story Every Told!

Bunch of love

         Bunch of love


**Come, sit in my car.**

**I'm an aimless wanderer offering a gift.**
**I'm weaving the stars of our destiny.**
**My appearance is deceptive, but I do my work thoroughly.**
**I didn't fall from the sky, nor am I a flower from a wand.**
**I'm simply someone's beloved.**

**I respect people, I don't like those with a nose in the air.**
**I keep old friends close, I don't break hearts.**
**I have old remedies for broken hearts.**

**Who will be my virtuous wife?**
**All the dreams I've seen with my eyes open are real.**
**Everything is yours if you close your eyes.**

**Don't let the car slip away, my lady.**
**Come, sit in my car.**

**A smile like a crow, ladies.**

**With love always,**
**Jagdish Bajantri**

Honey Bunch

a nectar
the garnered spit of worker bees

drops of undistilled wine
hive-mulled
dripped through the dropper
of hair-lipped lips

plants
dig themselves out
of a dry earth
to sup an opiate of life or death
fostering a flowering

manna delivers green
to the pale fat caterpillars

grubs fly away
to enrich
the open mouths
of graves

the thirsty wombs of
ants
hummingbirds
elephants

Just a Bunch of Nonsense

Daze and days of penmanship
Potent perhaps a touch of sun
Shipshape warming of outlet ink
Ishmael invites a tale; I say: “stowaway”
Stop all blubbering; just get yammering
Yo ho soupmates, we must steer the ship
Stir golden pot of disbelief and brass tacks
Torrential corkscrew pasta, perhaps?
Pish posh of the alphabet riding the waves
Wending its way, each letter to the crew
Conspirators of sonnets, limericks and dust
Dangerous alliteration, elevation and descent
Decidedly dizain, free verse or blank; thats it?!

Crunch Bunch of Cash for Lunch

Trump Crunch Bunch for Lunch

cash really did crunch
which he would do bunch by bunch
ate it all for lunch

A Bunch of Whys

Could you tell me why most hippopotami
Weigh about as much as a truck
In the animal kingdom diets are not common
So they're really poop out of luck

A donkey with wings or an ass that sings
Quite an image I have in my mind 
Some like listening to a cockatoo warble
But I think that's quite assinine

Now why do most newborns poop at will
They emerge without manners
Farting in front of friends and neighbours
Sure makes you stutter and stammer

When misplacing an important document
You find it in the last place you look
Why not look there in the first place I wonder
You'll be stunned at the short time it took

Admit I ain't perfect but who the hell is
Sometimes I dribble in my beard
Imagine it sounds quite disgusting to you guys
A snack for when bedtime is near

Why do we cringe at the sound of one's nails
Screeching across a blackboard
Sends chills up and down our li'l ole spines
Can feel 'em right now, oh Lord!

A Bunch of Whys

Could you tell me why most hippopotami
Weigh about as much as a truck
In the animal kingdom diets aren't common
So they're really poop out of luck

A donkey with wings or an ass that sings
Quite an image I have in my mind 
Some like listening to a cockatoo warble
But I think that's quite asinine

Now why do most newborns poop at will
They emerge without any manners
Farting in front of friends and neighbours
Sure makes you stutter and stammer

When misplacing an important document
You find it in the last place you look
Why not look there in the first place I wonder
You'll be stunned at the short time it took

Admit I ain't perfect but who the hell is
Sometimes I dribble in my beard
Imagine it sounds quite disgusting to you guys
A snack for when bedtime is near

Why do we cringe at the sound of one's nails
Screeching across a blackboard
Sends chills up and down our li'l ole spines
Can feel 'em right now, oh Lord!

Here's To That Invincible Bunch

In the U S March is Women's History Month, and tomorrow, March 8, is International Women's Day. So, ladies everywhere, this piece is for you. Salud!

You are woman, so defined,
You are perfectly designed,
Every aspect of your being makes you who you are.
You meet the challenges you face
With intelligence and grace,
Because of you the human race has come so far.

You have measure, you have worth,
And your purpose here on Earth
Is to show the world war's not the only way.
You may question, you may doubt,
But you bring good things about,
And do it all without a rancorous display.

Man is creation at its worst,
Why you were not invented first
Is a mystery, unsolvable, it's true.
Though chauvinists may sneer and scoff,
We might be so much better off
If the running of the world were up to you.
We'll never understand God's plan,
So from one less-than-perfect man,
To all you women,
Thanks for all the things you do.

Eating Popcorn and Not Satisfied

In it not much of a meal,
A half dozen not a big deal,
My regular canteen I still approach
And for trying the stuff self reproach;
At the canteen appeasing A Fooled Tank
And having God to truly thank …

One is not to popcorn munch,
While targeting a classic lunch:
The Thinnest Starch for playful crunch; 
Eaters don’t see much of the bunch …

To God, I’m faintly grateful,
After a Popcorn and that’s unfaithful!
Of the Non-Given Reverence mindful
But of My Cleansing not needful …

It shouldn’t often be a Mortal’s Homage
And, I trust, God wouldn’t a belly damage.

A Bunch of Tough Cookies

Sometimes life's a competition of how far we can throw,
Or simply having the greatest mind to win an intelligence show.
Certainly, there is still one thing to know,
Even the toughest or smartest of man contains a piece of his heart that is soft as dough.

The variety of flavors and sizes we come in are wide and plentiful.
Underneath our regenerating skin is one pretty tough skull,
As we are all created from a genetic code that was once considered a solid whole.
Now remember each and every one of us contains a different life goal,
And even the craziest of extremes can seem like someone else's version of dull.

Even if we are children for the first time learning the ABC's,
Or possibly someone who has spent a lifetime beating up their knees.
Somewhere there is an expert teaching the up and coming rookies,
As the fact will always remain that we are all just a bunch of tough cookies. 

Book: Perspective is the Objective

Just a Bunch of Scattered Thoughts

Tinkling sounds of rain falling on shingled roofs 
wild winds and chestnut horses galloping with hooves 
Spruce trees breathing in the navy sky of June 
Shimmering stars of heavenly bliss scintillating view 
Rivers gurgling aside the brook as dusk arrives 
A solitary lotus floating on the waters of China 
Japanese lanterns and crepe paper magic 
Night songs of longing and bravelings that cry 
May I invite you for a walk across my wish bridge
together we can find the syncronocity of life.

A Bunch of Whys

A BUNCH OF “WHY'S”

Could you tell me why most hippopotami
Weigh about the same as a truck
In the animal kingdom diets aren't common
So they're really poop out of luck

A donkey with wings or an ass that sings
Quite an image I have in my mind 
Some like listening to a cockatoo warble 
But I think that's quite asinine

Now why do most newborns poop at will
They emerge without any manners
Farting in front of friends and neighbours
Sure makes you stutter and stammer

When misplacing an important document
You find it in the last place you look
Why not look there in the first place I wonder
You'll be stunned at the short time it took

Admit I ain't perfect but who the hell is
Sometimes I dribble in my beard
Imagine it sounds quite disgusting to you guys
A snack for when bedtime is near

Why do we cringe at the sound of one's nails
Screeching across a blackboard
Sends chills up and down our li'l ole spines
Can feel 'em right now, oh Lord!

Brady Bunch

Carol Brady 
was a real cool lady
that included the likes
of three kids from Mike

Alice the maid
I’m sure she  prayed
for a few days off
when those kids would cough

#Fun with Clerihew poetry form

Remembrance For a Bunch of Bananas

Joyful are the bunches of bananas,
 exposed that are on shelves
of modern markets,
or street stalls,
waiting for the greedy mouths
of the beauties, or of the
famous tennis player...
 Happier than those
yellowish bananas
that rot in the
roadsides,
 with  no one to support them
the due value...

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