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 await the mystic night
Flowing relentlessly on a rocky shore
As seagulls dot the sky in twilight's flight
And in the darkness of the cryptic deep
The ocean churns with raging sounds sublime
And soon, it lulls the midnight moon to sleep
As starlight twinkles a silvery chime
When the moon awakens from its sweet dream
The sea in morning light will surely gleam!
Written by: Joseph May
~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 day
as alarms break the solitude
nestled in down feather pillows
~Raspberry whispers~
singing the scent
of the fresh sunrise dew
on wishes coated in sparkling splendor
and footprints beyond the gate
~Nectarine blessings~
sweet on my lips
beneath an orchard arbor
I hold you close to my morning
and taste the bounty of your love
Good morning Soupers
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 by mistakes
Incised by the foredoom of another story
Shouted a shout inevitable said
Reverses direction and unpredictably impaled
Breath blows the true bitterness
Jaded in each lamentation
Tired of every abnormalities which frequently ensue
Longing for the things which reasonably flows as it should
Life is about to choose
Though destiny had its own script
We have awarded a red carpet, but
Sorry if we still have to walk on the imperfections of life
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 against sand the color of suede
as the setting sun slowly turns the sea sangria instead of blue
Streaks of tangerine reach down to touch the sea
iredescent lights bend and colors meld
giving way to a violet sky tinted with orange cream
the sun disappears turning periwinkle waves into midnight-blue swells
as night falls the colors fade
blue, purple and marmalade
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 dread.
Dreaming of marmalade and bread...
As he ponders the end of his days.
"I'm the Marmalade King!" He shouts
To a world passing him by.
"I'm the Marmalade King," he pouts
To those who are left alive.
"Was I somebody once?" He reflects.
"Who was treated with gentile respect?
But I have a vehement tendency to forget
This thing for which I strive."
"There are vile beasties intent on mischief."
He whispers to a Juniper tree aside his tent.
"They task me when I am fast asleep
In a melancholy slumber of sly torment."
Now the tree failed to address
To the comments so pressed
But the King would have to confess,
"You seem a perfect and absolute gent."
"If I truly be King?" He continued to say.
"Then I should lord over all that I see.
But my Kingdom seems to have filtered away
And I'm not sure where my subjects might be.
So I will remain here on this spot
Until my loyal subjects are brought
Whether they come freely or caught,"
Said the King to the Juniper tree.
"Oh how silly of me... I've made a mistake."
He said as he rose from his chair.
"It is good to have given my head a fair shake
As there are new facts of which I'm aware.
I've been unloading my fears
But it has now become clear
While standing right here...
My Kingdom is right over there!"
"I see you're a conifer of hearty regard,"
Said the King to the Juniper tree.
"We must do well to keep up our guard
As lesser mortals have been known to flee.
But I've come to the conclusion.
The outer world is a fallacious delusion
And if I'm meant for seclusion...
I'm glad it's just you and me."
While a callous world attempts to ignore him,
There is a venue for which he might cling.
Made only for him... less dour and grim,
Where he has control over differing things.
And in that sacrosanct place.
He will find not a whiff of disgrace.
Bathed in the love of God's Grace...
All hail the Marmalade King!!
The End
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)
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 taco shack north of Kokomo.
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 headache
cured with orange confiture, a royal preserve.
At breakfast.
The early morning sun aslant the glass,
light shining
through shredded peel makes goldfish in the swim.
Marmalade.
The bitter-sweet tang melds with buttered toast.
Marvellous
flavour. What better way to start the day ?
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 on a hobby horse,
‘I’ve bigger fish to fry than you!’
He said, as he was oft to do.
The Nondle, in a boat he plied
With little arms hung by his side,
Said, ‘butterflies were all the rage
In far off hazy summer days.’
‘Oh, nonsense!’ cried the pork-pie hat,
Who hated when he talked like that.
‘A bee is such a frightful please
With mutton stuck about their knees.’
‘And don’t forget to mention, dear,’
The acrobat cried in his ear,
‘That crazy florid purple haze.
The one that left an awful graze.’
‘The one that caused a dreadful rash
And caused an elephant to bash-
And trump, as loud as sound itself
Until it faltered through ill health.’
‘But this is not the time nor place,’
The pork-pie hat said, quite red faced.
‘To mention things that have no sound
And tremble everything to ground.’
‘Nor give the matter such reprise
So as to make a compromise.
And finish with some fine regale
About a quite outstanding tale!’
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 a close up.
Well then......
We're ready for our close-up's Mr. D'ville'
“Discontent is the first necessity of progress.”
- Thomas A. Edison
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
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 wine.
Free range chocolate cream eggs,
Cherry Cheesecake on the vine.
Volcanic eruptions of popcorn,
Rained down on fields of mallow.
Soda streams of ginger beer,
Filled Cola pools quite shallow.
Caves filled with Ice cream cones,
Stalactites drip blueberry sauce.
Stalagmites taste like Iron Brew,
Just as you’d expect, of course.
Jam Roly-poly and toffee mines
Piping hot from there formation.
Developing Cotton candy clouds,
Sweet vapours across the nation.
So now you know how it all began,
Don’t believe what scientists say,
Earth was created by sticky sweet treats
and it happened in just one day.
The End or Beginning
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 being marmalade
It must be its citrus tang
floating on dripping butter
like my dreams of childhood
remembered above important things
All time is the same thing
past and present anyway
Varying only in light and circumstance
like morning sun in May woods,
or a burning sunset over hills
dawn light on winter snow
requiring the interpretation of the viewer
who cares about such things
All shadows are the same thing
marmalade in my refrigerator
marmalade in my tea
marmalade in my dreams tonight
marmalade makes me feel free
I love her orange-y flavor
her taste makes me happy all day long
I honor my friend marmalade
With this happy upbeat song
She makes me feel happy
I am smiling all the time
I love her on my toast
I love her sweet tangy tasty brime
marmalade, you make me happy!
marmalade, you give me joy!
marmalade, your name is snappy!
marmalade for every girl and boy.
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