S K Y
in my pocket holds
eu
PHO
ric elves who
forgot they need to plant
pumpkins and peas
s ~ K ~ y
Y
y
in my pocket lets
l o
O
s E
coloured clouds
landing on
your lap of
aloe aloneness
sky in my pocket weaves
wings on acorn ankles
reminding I can swiftly fly to
macadamia mountains high
sky in my pocket sighs
sunlight, then rains crystal
tropical tears into our empty bucket
to quench a thirsty
Love
Categories:
macadamia, emotions, extended metaphor, feelings,
Form: Idyll (Idyl)
I had a brain like an old motorbike,
I rode it back and forth
just to get laid by whomever, and that strange one
who kept cats under her long skirt.
Truth is a marmalade calligraphy.
I yodel blood-songs
prophets have stitched to my flesh.
Truth sleeps under a stone.
No one can number the stones.
I dream of Macadamia and Muscadine
of pretty girls all in a row.
Truth throbs.
Marimba music and matchsticks,
Why all these M sonics?
Mango
mildew, marmalade ghosts.
Why not?
Miss me mother?
The bike ended up in a heap -
Its motor whines on.
Truth is whatever’s left over
after the counting of things.
Categories:
macadamia, poetry,
Form: Free verse
'If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door'
Milton Berle
Outstretched clever Macadamia tree
Bears talents of both Mama and Papa
Fruit materialised due to insect interlopers
Dangled able honey hundred raceme
Languished beneath its branched limbs
Belonging to this land and each other
Our dream developed entity envelopes
Steadily relishing everything which comes
Impediments proffered excuses to resist
To remain staid, refrain from addendum
Instead choosing skyline over stagnation
Sacrifices made to subsume wider merits
Beholding splendour of shade waved bracts
Combined courage brought bountiful outcome
Prospect extends with each Summer harvest
Macadamia Mama Papa caretaker provides
Canopy which oversees posterity of centuries
Husk crack reveals creamiest tongue rolled gems
18th October 2020
Written for Contest : Quotable
Sponsor : Regina McIntosh
Categories:
macadamia, adventure, beautiful, best friend,
Form: Free verse
Gaining weight has always been easy for me.
I’m having a Zoom lesson today at a quarter ‘til three.
First you’ll have to go on a grocery shopping spree.
Buy gobs of salty sweet things, all the junk food you see.
Here’s a test if in this class you want to join and be.
Can you see your tummy? Still see one knee?
Here is what I’ll accept as part of my teaching fee.
A bucket of sugar nuts from a Macadamia nut tree.
Categories:
macadamia, humorous, woman, women,
Form: Monorhyme
The light shines but it's. Dark
The tree has skin its bark
I walk into the kitchen and it's closed
There's no food in the icebox or the cupboards
Still let's have lunch
The darkness glares
Is a pound of asparagus a bunch
I have a hunch
it's not
Darkness Starks open chords launch stairs
Macadamia eclairs
Shines in the dark
Skin of chocolate
Marshmallow teddy bears
Marching to the kitchen and it's still closed
Someone turn off the kitchen light
There be no dinner or desserts served here tonight
5/7/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Categories:
macadamia, analogy, appreciation, metaphor,
Form: Light Verse
The truth is –
mango
mildew, marmalade ghosts.
I have a brain like an old motorbike,
I ride it back and forth
just to get laid by you, and her, and that strange one
who kept cats under her long skirt.
I am mildew on a mango. A marmalade calligraphy.
I yodel blood-songs prophets have stitched to my flesh.
Truth sleeps under a stone.
No one can number the stones.
I dream of Macadamia and Muscadine
of pretty girls all in a row.
Truth throbs like an idling engine.
Marimba music and matchsticks.
Truth is I am whatever’s left
after the counting of things.
Categories:
macadamia, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
Peanuts might be the most popular around
In any grocery store, pecans are found
Almonds alone, or with chocolate are nice
Macadamia nuts, will please for a price
Those who choose cashews, seem quite happy
Walnuts are always bought, by my pappy
Brazil nuts, I assume, came from Brazil
But Doughnuts, are the best, keeping it real!
Categories:
macadamia, food, fun, silly,
Form: Couplet
Sitting here all alone
Getting lost in my head
Wandering off in the fields of your game
Soaked by the pouring rain of your lies
Burned by the pain spreading like a wild fire
Silent tears aflow speeding down to lakes
I am left stranded on the brink of drowning
alone
Lost in my dark world
Dwelling on the past
Letting anger boiling in my heart
My mind is on fire spitting harsh words
I am miles away from forgiving
Time speeds away and tomorrow becomes today
Still you are rewinded in my head
And time and again sitting in my own pool of tears
Never realized how much precious time had slipped away stealing a piece of me into damnation
I am hurt
I am broken
I am sad
And I am worn out
So today I am going to care for me
I am forgiving you to fade out of my mind
From this day on you are a memory of a well learned lesson
Today I am walking with my head up
and smile like I just received a box of Macadamia chocolate
I am free and I'm gonna love me more
Peace out...
Smile
Akkina R Downing
6-20-17
Categories:
macadamia, break up, care, courage,
Form: Free verse
Twilight
Open like the café
chatter and
a string of
light bulbs.
Strawberry water
and fire grill.
Plenty to talk about
through the
windows
of spring.
Large macadamia
cookie.
Categories:
macadamia, april,
Form: Free verse
Flavours surprise:
Cinnamon spice
Plus all things nice
Taste fond delight:
This lovely flight
In poignant sight
Sweet morsel bits:
Mild bitter wit
In cake that fits
Feisty feast flies:
Chocolate highs
With ganache sighs
Macadamia:
Walnut sepia
Taste regalia!
Here in quick haste:
No time to waste
Embrace good taste
Leon Enriquez
18 August 2015
Singapore
Categories:
macadamia, blessing,
Form: Rhyme
Woman, I heard you
crying
whimpering like an
abandoned puppy
behind the bedroom door
and my
compassionate heart
broke in two.
The mighty hands
that had inflicted
chronic pain
now distorted
arthritic, useless
disabled weapons
...lifeless duds,
yet throbbing
mercilessly.
Knuckles swollen
as big as macadamia
nuts, fingers
warped
like barbwire,
no ass whipping
no pinching of flesh
no goose-eggs today.
I watched your
mouth twist
in agony
no words
could come out
no chastisement,
no derogatory remarks
for my little ears today.
Just look at the
deeply furrowed brow...
So pitiful, so wretched
tell me, did those tears
burn like acid
down those
bitter, cold cheeks?
I take no pleasure
in your affliction but,
woman man-up,
sister and I bore
the daily, horrid brunt
of your despicable
miserable life.
And please, please,
I plead
don't beg
for the doctors!
let us heal
just for one day
let us experience
being happy
children
just for one day,
we all know
this arthritic pain
is bloody temporary and,
unfortunate for sis and I,
hell's door is weld shut.
Categories:
macadamia, childhood, pain,
Form: Prose