Best Macaroon Poems
Brigitte my love
Our Country suffers of many debts
The people are restless
Whatever shall we do love?
Ah Macron, we must think past the cookies
The solutions are complex, answers evasive
Let me speak with Marie Antoinette, she shall know!
Queen of Navarre, By god we shall be saved!
Marie, Marie Antoinette our people are restless
Our republic is in debt. these are crazy times!
Whatever shall we do?
I am fed up, allons-y
Ah fear not, if they have not bread!
Let them eat Nutella!
Lower the prices
Nutella for the masses!!!
Marie, are you sure? very very sure of such things?
Oui oui, on with it, my father was emperor of Rome
Nutella will calm the masses
Come here Nemo. taste, see even Nemo is tres happy now!
And so France lowered the prices of Nutella
Thus began the nouveau French Revolution
Riots in the streets, brawling in the magasins
The uprising has began, we want our Nutella for free
The masses rose
Nutella for all, Nutella for sans prix
We are all somewhat fou for Nutella you see!
And so the masses fought each other for Nutella's liberty
Nutella one and Nut Ella all!
I swear to your Brigette
We should have given them Macarons!!!
People remain civilized with cafe and cookies! n'est pas?
Emmanuel my love, fret not
The revolution shall be quelled
Qh I have the perfect person for this
He shall restore order to our dear republic
Prey tell Brigette? Who could do such a thing now
Riots everywhere, the masses fight each other daily?
The streets are not safe
There is a shortages of Nutella now, we are doomed cheri
Non non mon amour, I shall call Alizee
She shall sing us out of the terrible mess
She is the mistress of Doug McMillion
This man can save us all!!
Brigitte, who is this man you call Doug?
Why Emmanuel he is the president of Walmart
He has squashed many Black Fridays rebellions
He shall save us all!!!!!!
From these unruly unsavory Nutella shoppers!!!!!
Vive la France!
Vive Alizee
Mange ton macaroon mon cheri
C'est ton droit et ta liberté
Translations
Allons-y = Lets go, pronounced similar to Alizee
Magasins = Stores
N'est pas is written on sound should be "N'est ce pas"
Mange ton macaroon mon cheri = Eat your macaroon cookies my love"
C'est ton droit et ta liberte = Is your right and your liberty
Categories:
macaroon, america, art, funny, hilarious,
Form:
Free verse
Our story begins in a galaxy far far away
On the dark chocolate side of The Milky Way
The planets all look like cookies and donuts
Boys and girls grow to be bakers and astronauts
They have five different planets that orbit two suns
Nutter is smaller and Butter is the bigger one
The first is Glazey-1 the second is Eclarian-2
Spell Heaven backwards and Nevaeh-3 comes into view
The forth is my favorite, they call it Smore-4
Most well known for it’s white melting core
And last but certainly not least is Oreo-5
It’s surface is hardest and is smallest in size
A special place for sure is this sweet solar system
Planets sparkle after a sugary rain sweetens and mists ‘em
Watch a cartoon, blow a balloon or hum your favorite tune
Or you can do as I do, and wish upon Macaroon Moon
August 12, 2015
Categories:
macaroon, children, chocolate, kids, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh Moon, come slumber on my chest of sand dune
Let your moonlight drizzles engulf this land in June
Sing! So the sandstorm dances with your flowing tune
Oh Lunar beam! Your touch wreaks fame and fortune
Cross the skies and stay with me, for it makes me immune
O Moon! Only if you agree for an honeymoon
I would be...
Draped in the enthralling Blue Bells in the noon !
Sinking in the sparkling sea of heart-gold doubloon !
Invincible and untouchable even for the worst simoon !
Spellbound by your Love in the form of a monsoon !
Glided with streams linking from the Glenrock Lagoon !
Clothed with eat-able sand sweeter than macaroon !
Oh, lunate Moon! Unveil your beauty !
Don't leave me in anxiety !
Quench my thirst with your creativity !
Accept me and I'll serve you with my loyalty
Categories:
macaroon, love, natureme, me,
Form:
Romanticism
Macaroon and Light of Moon
In France read poems and did swoon,
And favorite cookie was a macaroon;
Flowers flow,
Where they go;
Liked eating meals by light of moon.
Categories:
macaroon, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
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I’m going to sea in a blueberry boat,
macaroon waves I will sail
Far past the girls and the buoys I’ll float,
maybe spout off to a whale
My crew at the ready but still half a sleep,
I’ll have to turn on the charm
Wake up, look alive, for this water is deep,
might have to set an alarm
I stand at the helm with both hands on the wheel,
the compass is pointing due east
Embracing the salt water breezes I feel,
we haven’t moved in the least
All hands on deck, yes, you can use your feet,
who left the anchor in place
No wonder we’re stuck here, dead last in the fleet,
we’ve got to pick up the pace
Finally we’re moving, the sails filled with air
and I with my spyglass in hand
Searching for islands and mermaids to share,
all just a part of my plan
This ocean of peppermint twists as it turns,
currents of grape lead the way
Lemon drop sunshine as bright as it burns,
nausea sets in from the sway
When there off the starboard, I think that’s the bow,
a very strange shape does appear
It’s Davy Jones locker but I don’t see how,
what is it doing up here
It’s then I look down, water up to the hilt
over the sides of my boat
I now see the problem in how it was built
who knew blueberries can’t float
I entered a contest, thought it would be fun,
wrote out my poem in ink
A day out at sea on a boat in the sun,
never once thought it would sink
Hey Nina, you did this, I hope you are near,
it seems that my courage might slip
So toss me a rope for it’s perfectly clear
I ain’t going down with this ship
9/13/19
Written for the: Welcome To My Random World Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
Categories:
macaroon, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
You ooze
Like the macaroon middles
You so delicately designed
Your hazelnut centre
Crushed
Encased by something slightly more than air
Jaws biting down
Of those around you
All those hours
Gone
In a single swallow
Empty plate gratification
Sweet salvation
For a macaroon moment
Gone from now
As you lie in bed
Eating your cake
The others made
Not nearly as tenderly
It never tastes as good alone
Categories:
macaroon, sympathy,
Form:
Verse
Taste me, I’m sweet like macaroon.
This meeting today was highly opportune.
So many adventures to plan,
Drink my fill; seek to understand.
Enmeshed and ensconced, I bathe.
The moon’s craters burn and blaze.
Too hot for me, I begin to expire;
I’ve been seduced by the beauty of fire.
What’s wrong with this world?
Let’s watch this apocalypse unfurl.
Straight back to narrow again,
I return to intricate myself in sin.
Will you join me in my crimes?
I promise a good time.
In darkest blue, we’ll save pretty face,
Smiling, assume our rightful place.
Either made to richest-rule,
Or just two moronic fools.
Categories:
macaroon, fire, friendship love, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
Passover’s coming so soon, so soon
In two more orbits of the moon, the moon
Please take a matzo or a macaroon, macaroon
And sing us a festival tune, tune...
At least matzo ball soup can’t be ruined, ruined
Unless you eat it with a teaspoon, teaspoon
Use a nice-size, silver soup-spoon, soup-spoon
Just don’t overeat, or you’ll swoon, you’ll swoon…
From four cups of wine no one’s immune, immune
So sleep late tomorrow, ‘til high noon, high noon
Hope you’re not hung over ‘til June, ‘til June ~
But if you are, with ‘spirits’ you'll commune, commune…
Categories:
macaroon, drink, food, giggle, holiday,
Form:
Rhyme
Soft life had decided to give In
A glass of vanilla yoghurt
A piece of cake for breakfast
A plate of macaroon for lunch
And some pasta for supper
Hiking on weekend to the mountain tops
And having some fun by the caves
On the green lands in the high relief
And even when the rains came
I was not afraid of wetting my clothes
Or dirtying my clothes in the mud
Cause in my little spacious room
There was a laundry basket
That will be emptied on my next hike
By the brown girl who'd come visiting
Categories:
macaroon, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
Anna and the French Kiss
Beckon from above
Should I quit this painting
For the face I love
Shall I paint the Left Bank
Sitting on this bench
Or be teaching Anna
In my broken French
From the Eiffel Tower
Anna calls in vain
High above the green grass
By the River Seine
Near the Macaroon Bar
On a cloudy day
Savoring a coffee
And a light parfait
Anna thinks about me
Lovingly it's true
Searching for my image
On the avenue
Though I like to paint her
As I often do
Anna needs a French Kiss
And a lover too.
Submitted to the:
"Anna and the French Kiss"
Poetry Contest
On August 17, 2021
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Categories:
macaroon, love,
Form:
Rhyme
For years Willie has saved his money,
investing it in stocks and bonds,
waiting to sit in his recliner
each quarter with a martini
reviewing his profits.
They often warrant
another martini.
But when the market drops
Willie loses money
and has to tell his wife
they’ll get it back again
when the market goes up.
But a tornado recently
curled into his life and
Willie had to sell most
of his stocks and bonds
to repair the havoc.
He’s very disturbed
about the debacle now
but more so when his wife
sipping a cup of tea
says imagine what it’s like
to have no money and a
tragedy like ours occurs.
Nibbling on a macaroon
she tells Willie thousands
of people all over the world
live with no money every day,
some of them in huts
with no running water.
Then she asks Willie if they
have enough money
to buy that new car.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
macaroon, poverty,
Form:
Blank verse
They sent me on a spaceship to walk on this dusty moon
I looked back upon planet Earth which almost made me swoon
I came to meet a Clanger and I hoped I’d meet one soon
But I can’t even find a dragon with a serving spoon
I headed for a mound that looked a little like a dune
To hear their classic whistle would be something of a boon
There and then I’d settle for a smuggled in baboon
Or to find an area where Clanger hair was strewn
But then a flick of dust kicked up but with no whistled tune
I tracked it to a critter that looked like a green raccoon
I asked the creature where the Clangers spend their afternoon
The creature said, “The Clangers live on planet ‘Blue’ you goon.”
I leapt back in my spaceship which was called The Macaroon
A strange name for a spaceship but my monorhyme is oon
I jetted off to ‘Blue’ and I arrived half way through June
And then I met the Clangers and they sold me a balloon
Categories:
macaroon, planet, space,
Form:
Monorhyme
chakra shot, aura ignored
inner peace left unexplored
feelings sans a sounding board
blest I’ve left the mindless horde
friends, none that lie to me
or neighbors that like to see
a banshee wailing jamboree
self-reproach is absentee
no dogs, cats, or swimming fish
little is left demanding wish
lunch mirrors a petri dish
the future passed with reminisce
up every day at the crack of noon
to nosh on candies and macaroon
suck helium from a red balloon
entertained at the Shambles Saloon
the postman left mail today
junk and clutter some might say
bills and debts remain unpaid
life is better left unplayed
beds splayed displayed
clothes unwashed too deep to wade
dust layered is carefully laid
happiness is now homemade
the sun set that never rose
reflections must I suppose
account, compound, and then depose
neatly rowed in juxtapose
lying down at last to sleep
importuning God will keep
me whole, sweet, and replete
whimper shall not well or weep
Categories:
macaroon, life, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I could have used Facebook
To send you a ping
I could have downloaded
A birthday card from Bing
I could have used Messenger
To send you an audio
I could have used Viber
To send you an video
I could have used Google
To look for birthday wishes
But you deserve nothing less
Than lots of hugs and kisses
As sweet as a macaroon
In my life, you are a boon
As sweet as candy
You always make me happy
Just like a delicious meal
Everyone’s hearts, you often steal
Aunts like you are much comforting
Beyond that you are much inspiring
Aunts like you make my life beautiful
Fun, enjoyable,fanastic and colorful
Aunts like you are a true example
For your role in life is being indisputable
Aunts like you are worth looking forward to
I look up to you in every way
I try to be like you every single day
Of your personality I ape the best
I do everything to get
A bit of you in me
This is how much you mean to me
Your birthday should be made International Aunt’s Day
For you, are the best aunt ,in the million bay
I am going to give sweet treats to many people
As a tribute from me ,to an aunt so lovable
Thank for being my friend, philosopher and guide
With you around, life had been an amazing ride
You are an aunt beyond compare
So in front of you I lay my heart bare
You are the aunt who has always treated me lovingly
As you welcome a year new of wings
Sending you my best wishes and I love you immensely
Categories:
macaroon, art,
Form:
Free verse
Just sitting, sipping tea with the Moon;
Across she glows in her party dress,
I send my dreams up on a balloon;
With each soft gaze ideas are strewn;
Under this sky it’s easy to decompress,
just sitting sipping tea with the Moon;
Armed with a seductive magical tune
changing roles to become the temptress,
I send my dreams up on a balloon;
Wearing a smile I sit and swoon
soliciting a wish packaged to impress,
just sitting sipping tea with the Moon;
Snacking on a star filled macaroon
wind whistles just hoping for a ‘Yes’,
I send my dreams up on a balloon;
Sugared longing by the tablespoon,
looking to her to untangle this mess;
Just sitting, sipping tea with the Moon
I send my dreams up on a balloon.
Categories:
macaroon, emotions, feelings, imagination, moon,
Form:
Villanelle