Best Clementine Poems
When tuscan tunes of twilight,
cascade as clementine confetti,
She searches for secret silhouettes,
swirling to the symphony
of sunflower serenades.
In the midst of faded fields,
marigold memories crawl back,
refraining yesterday’s
tangerine dreams.
Swans glide in
sullen grace,
illustrating a saffron
backdrop from
sweet sighs of
fauna’s concerto.
Harmony of melodies
is the idyllic essence
of dulcet beginnings.
A plethora of
prewritten words
soar as passionate notes,
harvested through
hypnotic crescendos,
emanating amber toned scales,
whilst she sways below
apricot streaked skylines,
adorned in champagne
hued consonants,
synchronizing dandelion
desires,
fluttering beyond
darkness that floats,
as lyrical lines vibrate,
and ascend to
euphonious heights,
where bronze keys of
her mellifluous heart,
evolve from a tapestry
of twinkling tenors.
Her muse mimics
scentless petals.
There’s no wrong interval,
when performing in a world,
where rays of
honeyed glow drift,
veiling the rhythm,
between bleeding
dusk and dawn.
Changing chords remain
oblivious,
to the pulsating pain,
as her perfectly
manicured fingers lift.
The hunter’s moon
too refuses to see,
how her heart no
longer is made of flowers,
but nostalgic ferns
and leafless forests,
that twist and turn—
wilting away to
songs of sorrow.
But there’s a maestro
with a pristine prologue.
He understands her mind
blisters when colors tumble.
How her fragility has
been sleeping on
weathered pansies.
He guides her to
softly press the
porcelain frame of
piano keys,
playing the prelude
to a classical sonata,
lost in the maple waves
of wind-blown whispers.
Her oak leaf twirls and
sows duets
of sanguine tomorrows,
pitching lines within
veins rhymed in vain.
Birds of paradise croon
to orchestrated
hope and love,
while a palette of sounds
piercingly rise to unravel
a synopsis for healing.
It's summer, and it's the time
to take the train to old Saint Ives
and visit my Aunt Clementine
who lives alone by an old salt mine.
Aunt Clementine, she likes to dine
on mac and cheese at half past nine
then eats big slices of strawberry pie
while she sits and watches the fire flies.
Aunt Clementine loves polka dots
mostly orange, there's quite a lot
on walls and rugs, on kitchen tops
on her clothes and her dog named "Spot".
Aunt Clementine has crazy hair
that flies around most everywhere
while she hurries and scurries
here and there, and likes to say,
"Well, I declare!"
When she puts her lipstick on
Aunt Clementine breaks out in song
and tells me I should sing along
even if I forget or flub or FLOB
she tells me I am never wrong.
My Aunt Clementine is really fun
she certainly is not a nun
and so full of mischief
I just love to come
to be with her is double fun
in my book she is number one!
"The Clementine"
for the plucking,
the Clementine
leaves were fresher back then
the light glistened stronger
each segment a morsel
a revision slow and deliberate
transcribed by Jerome
gates to be opened
and consumed
in latin passages
verdi vulgate ancient fruit
before the modern world
the meaning lost
for those lost
between orchards
of words, opened
before
the greater great war,
a harvest, the Q source
strange language
strange stories
some found
apocryphal,
the hidden
didymos Thomas,
buried by strict canons
revealed untrue
in that strange winter
the orchards
were all burned
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
apocryphal. Adjective
apocrypha. Noun
didymos/Greek, meaning.
Q Source
Thomas
Jerome
clementine honey
the buzzing bees beholding
a budding lily
i’m adoring audible
crooning of colorful bloom
My tree doesn't care
That her pot is plastic blue.
She likes fertile soil.
Oh my sweet love, Clementine
I remembered when you were fine
But now you are lost for eternity
And you will no longer be with me
I miss your kisses and your face
I miss the way you lightened up the place
But now you’re very deep under water
All because you were no swimmer
Oh my sweetheart, Clementine
Do you remember when I was fine?
I drank some pills, though I was healthy
And now I have you right beside me
I'm so sad and mad, said Clementine the porcupine
Everyone is afraid of me, one glance and they pee
Do they think I shoot my quills, just for thrills
I can't help the way I am
Me, too, said Antoinette the anteater
I look scary, be wary, others say, but I'm not
My long muzzle is no puzzle, this is me
I can't help the way I am
Me too, said Roth the sloth
Everyone says I'm lazy but I'm not
Hanging in trees, looking at birds and bees
I can't help the way I am
Me too, said Jake the snake
We come in all shapes and sizes, but no one realizes
This is me, I'm special and free
I can't help the way I am
Well, said Barnaby the baboon
I'm not little and cute like a raccoon
And I wouldn't want to be, I'm ME
I look big and imposing, but really just posing
Because I'm unique, shiny and sleek
People feel this way too, just like you
All shapes and sizes and colors
Some screech or holler
But Barnaby is right, just be YOU
Hello there my little friendlies
I'm Archibald Denton Frog
I'm here to tell you the story
Of Catherine Clemetine Clogg!
Clemmie as she's always been known
To a bunch of her closest friends
Has a wonderful talent for juggling
While sitting on her bottom end!
That may not sound so astonishing
But imagine the things she juggles
Kangaroos and a big mouth bass
And soap that causes big bubbles!
But awkward things like soccer balls
Or a pair of Grandpa's false teeth
A ten pound bag of Kibbles 'n Bits
Can certainly cause Clemmie some grief!
Let's give this lady a big hurrah
As she entertains all the wee kiddles
Keeps on juggling for many long hours
Till she finally needs to go piddle!
Oh my goodness did I say piddle?
What a naughty word I just uttered
That bar of soap is now in my mouth
Making me choke and sputter!
Archibald Denton Frog signing off
With a moral right at the end
Enjoy the talents of dear Clementine
But never use bad words that offend!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Clementine Lyon
1917-1918
Little does anyone remember,
That when the wee little birth door opens,
And the first light blindingly shines through,
Death is standing there,
Laughing,
With his sticky net swishing to catch you.
But tiny me, how lucky I was.
I survived the birth plunge;
I made it through, squirmingly,
To this strange turning green world,
This larger extending net,
Made of twine from the beard of past days,
Where destined time holds sway,
Where Death continues to hunt young meat.
My worldly stay was short and sad.
And I am mindful that I never had friends,
Or that I ever walked under a tree.
Indulgences Indulgence my clementine murder sublime your father sold you for a dime for some wine and a pair of shoes lost in the wine of the purgatories blues you cried for grace but drowned in the rivers vine your father’s embrace he sold you for a dime catechism number nine died once for all your silver recalls a story Judas’s blood money a filthy pilfer
4 CUPS OF PORK-BUTT SLICED
1/3 CUP OF CORNSTARCH AND 1/3 CUP OF WATER(MIXED)
1 CUP OF LIME JUICE
1/4 CUP OF CHILI PEPPERS(HOT)
1 CUP OF ONIONS (CUT INTO WEDGED PIECES AND BLANCED)
2 TABLESPOONS OF SOY SAUCE
1/4 HONEY
1/4 BROWN SUGAR
1/2 CUP BANANA RUM
5 PLANTAINS BROILED(UNTIL CARAMELIZED)
1/3 CUP OF GREEN PEPPERS (BLANCHED)IN STRIPS.
3 TABLESPOONS OF CRUSHED GARLIC
5 TABLESPOONS OF FISH STOCK
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5 CUPS OF COOKED RICE
1/2 CUP OF OLIVE OIL
1 TABLESPOON OF CUMIN
1 TABLESPOON OF PAPRIKA
1 TABLESPOON OF GARLIC POWDER
1 TABLESPOON OF ONION POWDER
3 CUPS OF PORK BROTH
1/3 CUP OF CHOPPED GREEN ONION
1 CUP OF DICED CUCUMBER
1 CUP OF DICED APPLE
1/3 CUP OF CHOPPED RAISINS
1 CUP OF PISTACHIOS
1/4 CUP OF SHREDDED CARROTS
1/2 CUP OF CHOPPED FINE MUSTARD GREENS
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IN A WOK, HEAT 4 TABLESPOONS OF OLIVE OIL, GARLIC, ONIONS AND PEPPERS, REMOVE VEGTABLES, ADD PORK-BUTT AND COOK UNTIL NEARLY DONE, ADD VEGES AND , SOY,CHILIS, ADD RUM, COOK OFF ALCOHOL, ADD, FISH STOCK AND LIME JUICE AND HONEY AND BROWN SUGAR, ADD A LITTLE OF CORNSTARCH MIXTURE TO THICKEN, ADD PLANTAINS AND REMOVE FROM THE HEAT.
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IN A WOK, ADD OIL, GARLIC,CARROTS, MUSTARD GREENS, STIR FRY FOR ABOUT 4 MINUTES, ADD RICE UNTIL RICE STARTS BROWNING STIR, ALLOW MOST OF THE RICE TO BE COATED IN OIL AND GREENS, ADD SPICES, STIR AND COAT THE RICE, ADD RAISINS , ONIONS APPLES, CUCUMBER AND PISTACHIOS, REMOVE FROM HEAT
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TO PLATE RICE FIRST
TOPPED WITH PORK
SPRINKLE WITH COCONUTS FLAKES
AND SERVE!
an unassuming stack of mellow brie
dark succulent grapes with a shine
two crystal goblets without water spots
large bottle of Chardonnay wine
he wants to take her off to a villa
Where he hopes to “make her mine”
his mother packs chicken and homemade bread.
She throws in two red roses. Say hello to Clementine.
MERRY CHRISTMAS
AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR
IT AINT EVEN THANKSGIVING YET
AND EVERYONE'S FULL OF CHEER
BE WISE WHEN HAPPY
PEOPLE LIKE TO MAKE
MESS OF YOUR MOOD
MERRY CHRISTMAS
SANTA CLAUS IS READYING UP
HE'LL BE HERE SOON
the birds are foul, they always follow the dumbest bird he told me and mine.
One of my children decided to fool the fowl, her name is Clever Clementine.
She put on a beak hat, and pretended to be a bird, of the very interesting kind.
They followed her up and down hills while she laughed and pantomimed.
clementine through the clouds
a gentle shower of shine
not blinding, but binding
droplets of a restraining eye
so like a passing surname
a sign inhabits the Summer day
hour upon hour of aimless thought
of a most gracious heavenly soul
she had peace as I struggled
my mom dying from same ill
clementine through the clouds
melting like orange sherbert
my eyes taste its pleasant hue
my head in the cotton puffs, soothed