We’ll hitchhike to mars
on a rocket not a car,
so say your au revoirs.
We’ll steer towards Polaris, the north star
right through the center of the milky-way-bar.
See, the universe is dark and chocolatey.
Stars that glitter like multi-faceted gems,
are just shiny, yellow, peanut M&Ms,
take a handful, if you’d like, they’re free.
We’ll dodge the silhouetted moon,
which is made of enough coconut macaroon,
to make a French confectioner swoon.
As we go streaking, like a comet’s tail,
drag a finger through Saturn’s rings as well,
those are made of marshmallow.
We’ll pass nebulae made of cotton-kandi,
and here’s a fact Einstein would have found handy,
the speed of light doesn’t apply to candy.
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Ramble on by Toni Jevicky
Categories:
macaroon, fun, humor, journey, space,
Form: Rhyme
I could eat a pie in the sky
Said the Bear unto the snake
A giant cherry fancy pie
With lashings of cream shake
A Pie the size of giant whales
A humungous macaroon
A slice of chocolate brownie
The size of the new moon
The snake just warned the bear
To not gorge on such food
But the bear knew hibernation was near
And to be full would do him good
Categories:
macaroon, 6th grade, animal, food,
Form: Rhyme
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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