Pancakes Poems

Blueberry Pancakes

Blueberry delight in discs
of golden brown.  Each
bite, berry delight.  Smothered
in melted butter
and maple syrup.
Taste summer
bliss.

Pancakes

Pancakes are so delicious
with maple syrup.
it's made of all- purpose flour,
kneaded into paste,
with baking powder.
it's fluffy.
yum!

Pancakes at 608

My stomach growls but I don’t want to eat
I rather create consume popcorn poetry
I ate yesterday one meal at like four
Why does my body want to eat more

I’m told by my doctor eat more meals
I don’t have a lot to eat for real 
Not that I can’t choose to shop
I prefer to pay artists and

make Pancakes with molasses Horn Haiku

after taking classes
to make pancakes with molasses
we must move our asses

(while making advances)
(we were all aghast)
(were burned to ashes)
(against head bashes)
(have been on branches)
(cooked in clay by Cassius)
(we made mad dashes)
(elegant and enhances)
(eaten by Erasmus)
(received from a Fascist)
(found by Pope Francis)
(get to see the gashes)
(stuck with long lances)
(on them all passes)
(head against smashes)
(seen flying through

National Pancake Day

When in the mountains at our cabin during our summer stays
we are happy to honor and to celebrate a host of special days.

If we’re blessed to be in the mountains enjoying the clouds the sun the sky
we happily celebrate some special days that fall in June and July 

June 7th we eat donuts on National

Daddy Bears Pancakes

Mama Bear is not their choice to bake
She tries to make pancake, but they flop
If you want a delicious golden pancake
You wake up Papa Bear, whose batter is the top!

He adds all this crazy stuff like cinnamon, sugar too
and it is super scrumptiously delicious when he is through!
Baby Bear follows along behind his Dad catching

The Bs About Eating Pancakes On Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras parades are rolling the streets again
I watched 'Isis' from inside my windowpane
A king and a queen were pretending to reign
but from the colorful revelry I chose to abstain

I grew up yelling, "Throw me something mister!"
Going to many parades with friends and my sister.
Walked miles on St. Charles Ave. and got a blister
and smiled

The Summer Girl With a Yellow Hat

 very morning i hear her cycle chains clanging, 
changing gears on the curvy corner down the street, 
it makes me wonder if she has wavy brown hair,
matching chocolatey eyes full of summer hormones, 

i stuff my mouth with pancakes 
chewing on the fantasy of us cycling down the beach, 
tyres sinking in the sand,

Short Stack

The Restaurant Menu has a picture.
Three golden brown Pancakes 
A large corn colored slice of butter
Melting on top running over the sides.
Griddle Cakes doing a Nathalie Wood impersonation
Drowning in a sea of thick maple syrup
Cartoon like ribbons of aroma rising upward.
The old man made them every Sunday morning before church.
Which he never attended
Black hair slicked

Eating Pancakes With Grandma

I did not think I was hungry until I wandered into Grandma land.
She had a stack of light fluffy homemade pancake a mile high.
Already stacked on my plate, oozing in warm tasty butter and syrup.
I started to beg off, but then I saw her crestfallen look.

I picked up my fork and took a tiny taste,

Give Me Blueberry Pancakes Any Day of the Week

Give me blueberry pancakes any day of the week
I love how soft and fluffy they are at their peak
Give me delicious fruity cakes any day of the week

A little sugar coating to make them sweet
Or a simple pat of butter to melt as they steam
And a pile of chocolate chips to sit underneath 

Give me

A Pancakes Two Sides

A Pancake’s Two Sides
(Young & Old)
Haiku: By Miracle Man
1/28/2021

A young persons world?
Too bad one has to grow old,
to realize that.



I believe the world belongs to the young,
but we can’t see the other side of that pancake
until we become old.
Tom

Note To Self

Encamped in the local IHOP patio
Doing reconnaissance on the butter pecan syrup
I discern its malicious, aggressive intentions: 
To march defiantly down Mt. Stack
And wage a ruthless attack on
Defenseless over-easy eggs

Acting quickly, I wield my fork 
Digging trenches in my pancakes
I flank the enemy, staving off 
This unprovoked act of aggression
Victory!

Only in that moment do I

Magic In the Griddle

We have in our possession an old and weathered griddle
that’s been making pancakes in our house 
since our children and grandchildren were little

Every Saturday morning at a slow and steady pace
we’d stack pancakes on the table…some with a happy face.
As we got more creative we found a way to play.
We added colors…we made flowers into

Dorothy's Pancakes

Pancakes

My wife, I remember makes the very best, or she did. 
I have to get that through my head. 
She is back at the hospital, laying there, not moving. 
How did that happen, 
I don’t know. 

We were at breakfast talking, just talking. 
No. She was talking, I never did. I listened. 
I wish that

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