Long Macaroons Poems
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Flipped Hourglass
Count, onward we go, pivoting seized dunes,
Tempestuous pilgrimage outstretched phase,
Tick - tock, flops, 'tis a dog's day afternoon's,
O'er perpetual movements like scarred toons,
Lunar ... solar, yond the masque, nowadays,
Count, onward we go, pivoting seized dunes,
Small sand on big sand, tea time, macaroons,
Some glass menagerie extreme breadthways,
Tick - tock, flops, 'tis a dog's day afternoon's,
Fitting bits of earth, pour drain, honeymoons,
Time swings on, crystals encased pair relays,
Count, onward we go, pivoting seized dunes,
Scheherazade misses a night, whole moon's,
Bear flight you hefty load, back in someways,
Tick - tock, flops, 'tis a dog's day afternoon's,
A wonderment, gadget, like boom-box tunes,
Shifts drift collared in this time capsule gaze,
Count, onward we go, pivoting seized dunes,
Tick - tock, flops, 'tis a dog's day afternoon's.
2022 January 28
*1st Place*
Pick-A-Title, Vol 28
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2022 February 13
The old cookie lady lived in an old house, on an old street in a very old part of the city.
She wasn’t tall, she wasn’t thin but she was very pretty.
She had silver hair in a silver bun held with a silver clip.
Every day at 2 PM she would bake her cookies and put them in silver tins-On Monday chocolate chip.
On Tuesday oatmeal raisin, On Wednesday sugar cookies with jimmies blue and red,
On Thursday snickerdoodles and on Friday gingerbread.
Why did she bake them at 2 PM? Well, they had to be done by 3.
That was when the kids from the school walked by and she offered her cookies most cheerfully.
Years went by, but one day on the porch there was just an empty silver tin.
The youngest boy on the block shook it to be sure there nothing was in.
The oldest girl on the block,
Walked up the front steps to the door and gave it a knock.
The old cookie lady answered. She still wasn’t tall, but now she was thin
and she apologized and said that could be no more cookies in silver tins.
The oldest girl on the block had an idea-one that was great.
She told all the kids to come to her house at 8.
They made cookies galore.
Peanut butter, macaroons, sweet meringues and more.
They took the cookies to the old lady’s house after school
But when they knocked on the door the old lady’s daughter answered it-uncool.
They thought the old lady was dead.
But the daughter said no, the old lady would come and live with her instead.
They, the old lady and her daughter, said goodbye and drove off north.
The younger kids cried as they sat on they sat on the porch.
They ate the cookies they had made and felt a little better somehow.
The oldest one said, “maybe she left because she knows we can make our own cookies now”.
Flying Saucers, Flake, Bar Six
Country Style, Gobstoppers, Twix
Arrow Bars and Sherbert Dabs
Sweet Tobacco, Lucky Bags
Toffee Crisp and Dairy Crunch
Grand Seville and Milky Lunch
Beta Bars, Loot, Candy Floss
The mysterious chewing gum flavour loss
Golden Crisp, Nut Crisp and Fuse
Extra, Bliss and Trebor Chews
Caramel and Raspberry Ruffles
Drifter and Milk Chocolate Truffles
‘99’ Flake ice cream cones
Zooms and Fabs and Toblerones
Coffee Break, Bitz, Victory Vs
Cadbury’s Special Recipes
Swisskit, Gold Mine, Apple Jack
Tiffin, Feast and Caramac
Welcome, Skippy and Sultana
Nutty, Banjo and Cabana
Chewing Nuts, Cough Candy Twist
Butterscotch and Butterkist
Crunchie, Topic, Fudge, Mintola
Super Mousse, Crazy Joe Cola
Golden Cup, Fruit Flavoured Rocks
(The secret of) The Black Magic Box
Floral Gums and Cherry Lips
Olde English Spangles, Walnut Whips
Kinder toys encased in plastic
Necklace sweets linked on elastic
Butter Mints, Fruit Polos, Yorkies
Sherbert Lemons, Sherbert Strawberries
Bazooka Joes and Liquorice pipes
Lollipops with swirly stripes
Mint Cracknel, Taxis, long red laces
Texan Bars and Funny Faces
Winter Mixture, Rainbow Drops
Jazzies, Kit Kat, Pips, Ice Pops
Toffee Bon Bons, Drumsticks, Rolos
Amazin’ Raisin, Aztec, Mojos
Barley Sugar, Chocolate Limes
Daims that changed their name from Dimes
Jelly Babies, Jelly Tots
Milk Gums, Munchies, Mars, Pear Drops
Coltsford Rock and Anglo Bubblies
Sugared Almonds, Frozen Jubliies
Peanut Brittle, Prize, Ice Breaker
Dolly Mixtures, Old Jamaica
Kop Kops, Wine Gums, Laughs and Treets
Jap Desserts and whistling sweets
Fishermen's Friends and Hacks and Zubes
Pineapple Chunks and Cola Cubes
Everton Mints and Pontefract Cakes
White chocolate mice and jelly snakes
Refreshers, Teacakes, Swizzles, Pacers
Toffee Logs, Fruit Gums and Waifers
Rumba, Dipped Flake, T Bar, Tunes
Fry's Five Centres, Macaroons
Bars and boxes of Milk Tray
Milky Bar and Milky Way
This ‘Pick and Mix’ is yours to share
With all sweet lovers
everywhere.
There's a variety of cookies to be had at the local grocery mart.
Famous Amos, Keeblers, Chips Ahoy and others to fill your cart.
All daintily wrapped and scrumptious I will readily concede,
But there ain't nothin' like homemades for my belly's need!
Ah! The delightful aromas waftin' from the kitchen,
Make my tummy growl and gets my taste buds itchin'!
I'm unceremoniously invited from the kitchen while they cool.
I'm restrained from snatchin' some - I can only drool!
I'm aware that makin' homemades will create a heap o' clutter,
But what care I - just so my spouse is liberal with the peanut butter!
You can't go wrong usin' grandma's recipes to make a batch,
Of macaroons, brownies or snickerdoodles from scratch!
There's all kinds of munchies such as popcorn and tater chips,
Macadamia and pistachio nuts and Fritos with fancy dips,
But I prefer cookies for a snack and eat 'em by the fistful.
If I don't get my daily cookie fix I become somewhat wistful!
I reckon I inherited my cookie fetish from my dear old Pa.
His moniker was "Cookie Bill"! He always had a cookie in his paw!
Please etch upon my stone when this earthly plane I flee:
"Keep that cookie jar full of cookies was his fervent plea!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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With springtime now upon us,
If your town has lots of Jews,
The supermarket has some foods
You might have need to use.
For Passover’s approaching
And the holiday demands
No bread nor pasta be consumed;
Thus, stores have made their plans.
A special section’s filled with
All the substitutes we need
To serve at Seder time, just like
The ancient texts decreed.
There’s matzoh meal, gefilte fish
And macaroons and cakes
And all of the ingredients
For anyone who bakes.
This Passover array depends
On neighborhood and store,
So often pickings might be slim
While other shops have more.
For Jewish folk with markets
With no matzoh, I’d behoove
You to tell the owners how you feel
Or do what I’d do - move!
Once a year, for one week straight,
A beer I will decline.
Instead, I will indulge in
Manischewitz kosher wine.
If you have never tried it,
Well, your life is not complete,
But you’d sure surprise your taste buds
‘Cause it’s sickeningly sweet.
Since it’s part of my tradition,
It’s a habit I can’t break
And from childhood sips to current times,
I’ve stuck with Concord Grape.
Though I’m not at all religious,
I’m nostalgic for the past
And at Seders* long ago,
The Manischewitz die was cast.
Certain connoisseurs of culture
Call me out and say, “Enough!
Now it’s time to climb the ladder
And reject that sweetened stuff.”
But a creature (me!) of habit
Thinks that Manischewitz wine,
Like the macaroons and matzoh,
Fits the holiday just fine.
*Passover meal
It revivals the obvious
scripting fun and pleasure
a mix that is as addictive as
anything one could
find needing
octave monte' in ranges
situated between measures
a sound that is different than the
sound
that it mad by the musician who
chore to be perfect and
more on time
Six Double Basses provided
the deep sound
along with a Tuba, 6 bassoons
and a flute that glided
on the warm summery air that
was fragrant with a Monte Cristo scented
dining area
we awaited lunch as we were hungry from
a day of rehearsal
salad and sandwiches with a
raspberry-tea and French Macaroons
she wrote the lyric here
she said it was from being in love with what
was going on.
" I watched her want to be
with someone she thought
was out of her League
I took the opportunity to be
someone she would the envy"
"What makes perfect the night
from the start of a lovely day"
Prize such fond surprise:
In floating balloons,
Watch happy arise
In bright macaroons!
Tints and colours mint:
Joy feels so tasty,
Feel palate dash hint
In treats sugary.
Prize moments entice:
In mouth feel that melts,
Watch wonder spring spice,
Warm ecstasy felt!
Orange, blue, beige and pink,
Colours of all sorts,
Violet and green mints,
Seize then the whole lot.
Almond powder floods,
Caster sugar fine,
Egg whites mix for blood,
Food colours align!
French macarons feast:
Surprise meets good taste,
Panache not the least,
Macaroons slow haste!
Honey for many:
Yet fond macaroons
Make me so happy,
Edible balloons!
Leon Enriquez
18 April 2017
Singapore
Survival of an ultra long week,
finally you see some light at the end;
Humor a little bit tongue in cheek?
Right now could be truly a godsend;
Up late in pyjamas watching cartoons,
always more than a little obscure;
Snacks like sweet meatballs, macaroons,
banana peppers, maybe soup du jour;
Brandishing a spatula around,
it quickly morphs into silverware;
Plates of the Midnight Gourmet abound,
all part of this gluttonous affair;
Box of crackers shaped like a bugle
filled with a huge dollop of spray cheese
lead to behavior less than frugal;
Stop adding the extra mayonnaise!
ALL of the leftovers in the fridge!
Ice cream with a caramel drizzle?!
What’s the reason for an all out binge?
I hope you have some Pepto Bismol;
It is such a spine chilling vision
to watch how quick you can devour
that new culinary creation
and keep going another hour;
There’s no off switch nor any limit,
the speed resembles the Autobahn;
You almost seem to be proud of it
as you open a second bonbon;
The clock keeps moving with a tick tock
as a potato grows on the couch;
Without a morsel left in the crock
sleepy shoulders are starting to slouch;
Quickly approaching a food coma
there’s no way to stop a rushing train;
Sugar overdose hitting plasma,
probably should learn to maintain;
It could wake you up in the morning
and keep you all day in the bathroom;
Up chucking with all that sweat pouring
you’ll feel like you belong in a tomb;
A face now soured a sickly green
seems to be turning a ghostly pale;
Leaving nothing left of the serene
that was there at the start of this tale;
Stuck in bed the rest of the weekend,
which wasn’t where you wanted to be;
Do not let this become a new trend,
to fall off the wagon easily;
It’s great to be fond of the kitchen,
but don’t become overzealous;
The gorge that started with a smidgen?
In hindsight less than hilarious.
SUNG TO THE TUNE OF “MY FAVORITE THINGS”
As Found in the “Sound of music”
Lyrics by JTC
I like confections, that feed all my craving
Macaroons covered with coconut shavings
Sugar plum cookies so big, you should share
Theses are the things that I like to prepare
Raspberry jelly, fills my cookie centers
The icing on top, I learned from my mentors
Sprinkling Jimmies fly free through the air
Theses are the things that I like to prepare
Marzipan made from pumpkin and spices
Covered in chocolate, serves all my vices
Lemon drop candies are made with such care
These are the things that are fun to prepare
But when the night comes, and the moons out
And I’m feeling dead
I simply remember, that I like fresh brains
And turn to eat them, instead
Eyeballs and ears with curdled blood icing
I hand the brains to others for slicing
Mincing the meat, to make pies with a flare
These are a few of the things I prepare
My special treat, are raw ladies’ fingers
As soon as they’re served, they seldom do linger
When pickling livers, the others just stare
But these are the things that I like to prepare
I boil skulls till they’re soft and chewy
Cook down the blood till it’s thick and gooey
Resisting these snacks, Is the thing I can't bare
Cause these are the things that I like to prepare
But when the day comes and the suns out
And I’m filled with life
I simply return to the living again
And cook up some sweets........ till night