Best Marmalade Poems

Evening drifting in on twilight's shade
   As sunset glimmers softly on the sea
 Shimmering in  colors of marmalade
    And fading deep into its mystery

 Dusk enchants with spells of its sweet allure
    As  restless waves...

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~Marmalade skies~

one spoon at a time they feed 
the morning horizon
Soft offerings of color
picked ripe from the vine

~Cantaloupe dreams~ 

a small slice of moon
the dawn’s crescent smiles on me
with a Cheshire grin
cocked slightly to the side

~Plum pudding blankets~

suspended above life, moving slowly
but coming of the...

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Slicing the instinct
The arcane was torn, curses spit
Teardrop bated as the breath hunts
Wound wide open, the heart cries

The ripple of pain unable to stem
The cimmerian sigh loud and stay
Body falls along with the bridge of hope
Toying life unwillingly to be blamed

The chain of fate convoluted...

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A powder-blue sky turns prismatic
     the sun glows marigold
chromatic colors, captivate, so charismatic
     below the horizon an indigo sea glitters boldly

Looming clouds melt into marmalade
     with overtones of a lavender hue
cerulean waves crash...

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The Man casts a shadow purulent with stealth
    Having seen his apportion of nebulous days.
In fear of himself... too long on the shelf
    And a vague memory of far better days.
He then lowers his head.
Overcome with a feeling of...

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An enigma
wrapped in mystery
covered in secrets
risking hell
A legend
from the ages
bereft of sages
casting spells
The message
nondescriptive
in ephemera
laden tongues
Lucy in the sky
bejeweling
screaming deafness
— silence won

(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
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I will turn back the pages of my life to when I was just
a little girl on a bright sunny summer day .  . . 

It was all Teddy Bears idea to take Marmalade outside,
he was just a tiny kitten, a fluffy baby, not...

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Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
In barns of maple and calico,
Quiet sounds enter the mind
Like buried treasures you’ll never find.
So I make a horse and you make a saddle.
The big flood comes and we both find a paddle.
Marmalade, Marmalade where did you go?
Perhaps that...

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January.
I now perform the annual alchemy,
my purpose :
to capture Spanish sunshine in a jar.

Seville :
white fragrant flower to bitter orange sphere.
Childrey :
sugar, water, shredded peel to liquid gold.

Now attend
and carefully stir the boiling cauldron,
Shakespearian
witch-like, the transmutation is complete.

Scottish myth.
Her courtiers cry “Ma’am est malade”, forsooth,
Mair’s...

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Two mushrooms made of marmalade
Looked out across an everglade,
One wore a bright red pork-pie hat
The other tossed an acrobat.

Nearby, upon a mound of cheese
A Wizzle blew a little breeze,
Ignawing what the Nondle said
As words flew flying from its head.

His friend, The Jumb-e-lock of course
Came lumphing...

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If the entire world is a stage and we are all actors upon it 
So said Shakespeare (paraphrased) 

Then daily life is a camera shot in focus. 
When we explore our environment it’s a wide angle shot. 
When we are stupidly acting on command, it’s...

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Marmalade Trees

Let me tell you this little story
Of just how the world began,
It happened last October
With an explosion or big bang.

Treacle oozed from open cracks,
Honey flowing o’er hills and vales.
Marmalade trees and lemon curd,
Spawned tartlets upon the dales.

Vanilla flavoured water springs,
Deep rivers of sweet red...

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the
royal male lion of Africa
king of the jungle 
who
rules
the pride
sits on his throne
with
marmalade eyes
waiting on the pride
to catch his next meal
oh my...lions and tigers and bears...

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Marmalade Over Butter

All things are the same
the longer you look
Like rhythms at first distinct
like things with reference 
like the asymmetrical, the unequal, 
slowly melding
like mountains eroding under waves
forgotten, but not in a bad way
All things taste the same
the more you try
Like jam on toast
an exception...

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On a street of mellow autumn, gold leaves have turned deep orange
As harvest season offers vibrant hues, and cold that makes you cringe
And wild, bitter orange sunsets, are caught between plummy days...

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