Best Bread Poems

Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Bread
       ( First of Three Poem Trilogy )

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I've no problem with bardolatry fans
their barmecide and oft humorous rants.
Give me golden words not found in empty cans,
not bawbee's from those with sad, empty pants.
Truly I enjoy,...

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Dear poet friends departed, as I ponder
the things I learned about you and the way
our time together made my heart grow fonder,
there seems so very little I can say.

As poets sometimes do, I’ll use a metaphor.
Your friendship was a lovely kind of bread -
a sprouted...

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French Bread
	
	
	Your index finger 
	draws figure-eights 
	in the dusting of flour 
	on the counter top 
	where you lean
	quite casually, 
	watching as I make 
	a loaf of French bread. 
	Then, laughing a bit, 
	you insert your powdery finger 
	into my right ear. 
	
 	I’m startled... 
	I...

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"Mi primo" means my cousin in Spanish.
He calls me his "primita"- little cousin.
This is the story of how mi primo
Taught me about the meaning of bread;
Of the meaning of tortillas...
He and I are exchanging languages 
Over Dairy Queen chicken strips;
I repeat the words he teaches...

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Joe Lunchbucket stands on the bread line
The plant closure left him not one dime
  So handouts he seeks
  Like dogs beg for treats
As senators toast to the good times



Entry for Deborah Guzzi's limerick contest...

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My Mothers home made white bread
warm from the oven
thickly sliced and smothered with
rich, creamy butter!
Baking scents the air
Comfort food
Bliss!



For contest  'Eat Me'
8th place...

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My mother starts moaning, with another one due.
She won't live to see, as she struggles to wheeze.
I never knew famine would produce skies so blue.
But no need for toilets, I forget how to squeeze.

Searing sun inflates skulls into baroque balloons.
One whining dog, dying , from...

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These are my bread crumbs,
scattered on the brumous trail 
should I ever turn around 
to view the path I've traveled 
and see only a myriad of trees.

These are my bread crumbs.
I drop them knowing full well they may be 
eaten by ravenous rodents and raccoons
who...

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I liked the soft songs sung by Bread,
a group whose lyrics filled my head,
for each day from my radio
I’d hear their music sweetly flow.

At night, relaxing on my bed,
I liked the soft songs sung by Bread.
I’d sing along while listening to
songs like “If” and “Make...

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like snow from heaven
god’s sweetest
manna-festation

Oct. 10, 2018 for  Maureen McGreavy's Baker's Dozen Poetry Contest...

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Iam Hungry...Thirst is uncontrollable
It nearly kills me,Cries a poor one..
A dirty wasteland that is his home
but its a heaven for him,His mom
sick in the bed,He is handicapped.
Worms are eating his skinny body,NOBODY to help him!
He is helpless...he want to live 
But waiting for death,Help him...

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No Bread.  Why?
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Big round dark eyes staring at forgetfulness.
Eating nothingness, feeling helplessness.
Scavenging the streets for morsels finding hopelessness.
Foraging to fill a swollen abdomen full of emptiness.
Holding death securely within mothers’ bleakness.
Too hungry to show love and too...

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Anything but bread

I bumped into a man named Fred
And listened to each word he said
A story I was soon to dread
For all he talked about was bread

In detail he spoke every slice
Some made of wheat and some of rice
There’s cinnamon and sugar spice
And sourdough he...

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slicing melodies,
 guitar man
 butters up a song
             --
10-6-18...

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Funny the things that stick with you
like gum beneath the table
as the years go by.
My brains goes as far back as three solar circuits;
big bro put the Wonder bread in the microwave
(package and all) --- sparks went a'flying.
And poor Mother, what would she say,
when the...

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