Macaroons Poems | Examples

Cookies

Cold milk and a couple
Chewy Macaroons or
Chocolate Chip.  Maybe
Cherry Thumbprints and then
Crispy Florentines, or
Caramel Biscotti?
Crikey!  I'll take them all!

If I Get Shipwrecked

choice of victuals to be stranded with
Beans, macaroons, fudge,
Cinnamon rolls, sugar for coffee
If I get shipwrecked

Missy Sue

Missy Sue makes malted milk shakes
and she savors marmalade,
macaroons and snickerdoodles
and sweet souffles she has made.

Sue is messy slicing melons,
strawberries and mangoes too.
Sue munches seeds and celery sticks.
She mixes meats, making stew.

Milk chocolate -mouth-watering,
sweet and marvelously mild -
satisfies Missy Sue
mainly if it is Swiss styled!

A Soothing Si

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"

Sweet Reward

I went to get a bit more done;
Did not intend to stay,
But once begun, turned to such fun,
I  could not tear away.

Though some might fret at lots of sweat,
I find that I’m inure,
And though it flows whene’r I row,
I’m drawn to its allure.

When ev’ry inch is nearly drenched,
And there’s not far to go,
I’ll trade doubloons for macaroons
And bask in their sweet glow.

Island Home

I have a mermaid soul
silently an eloquent dreamer
bathing in summer water
cultivating the spirit of island songs
while feeling comfortable
on the inside of my blue bungalow
enticed by the glorious ocean treasure
and scents of hibiscus like coconut macaroons

The Passover Section

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!

Flipped Hourglass

*Image of Hourglass by Pixabay.
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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

Queen of Trifles

One pint of sherry wine
says the recipe
which finds me asking
can I substitute a gallon of Chablis
or even quarts of Scotch or Bourbon 
pretend I am wallowing in my past
quelling my misery
while waving my alcoholism in Death’s face

One pound of macaroons
It says
They’ll place their calories under my nose
add pounds
more than the mere seventeen
I gained when the doctor told me not to walk
creating this newest morbidly overweight me

not trifling with death here either

One quart of cream whipped
will leave me more than sedentary
stiff
actually

and one whole egg flaunts current conventions
thumbs its nose against my clogged arteries
and helps me laugh at the second
or third
helping of those air saturated 
cream calories 
            standing tall over that
custard basted, wine soaked,
pound of Lady Fingers.

Reality is never what it seems
when trifles say they serve 12.







Queen of Trifles, The Settlement House Cookbook, page 372

The Sweet Toothed Pirate

I sail on an ocean of custard and jam
Aboard a ship made of biscuits and bread,
I am the sweet toothed pirate I am,
And clearly not right in the head.

Nebulous streams clouding my brain
Give me some peculiar thoughts,
I wear a vest made of liquorice sticks,
And a pair of marzipan shorts.

With my motley crew of gingerbread men
Who are armed to the teeth with balloons,
We go round the world kidnapping cakes,
While we gorge on sweet macaroons.










Entry for
YOUR CHOICE LIGHT VERSE ,
Any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand.
26/6/2019

Goodies

Flowers in chocolate-drizzled waffle cones,
Wrapped in a bouquet of such satiny gold;
Filled with the scent of rosemary scones,
As well as macaroons with colors so bold.

Mothers Menu Mmm

Many memories of my mother
making moist mellow macaroons 
marshmallows and Madeira cake,
minuscule madeleines, marvellous,
mum measures, marinates, melts,
more majestic meals.
My matriarch makes,
marmalade,
marzipan,
muffins,
mincemeat,
meringue.
mousse.
My meritorious mom mixes, merges, mingles,
melon,
mango,
mulberries,
Mandarins.
My maternal materfamilias, masterminds 
Mealtime masterpieces.

Macaroons

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

Nebulous Streams Clouding My Brain

I sail on an ocean of custard and jam,

Aboard a ship made of biscuits and bread.

I am the sweet toothed pirate I am,

And clearly not right in the head.

Nebulous streams clouding my brain,

Give me some peculiar thoughts,

I wear a vest made of liquorice sticks,

And a pair of marzipan shorts.

With my motley crew of gingerbread men,

Who are armed to the teeth with balloons,

We go round the world, kidnapping cakes,

While we gorge on sweet macaroons.

Mixer

Mixer parts from Ebay
Modified~ no,  used~yes
Macaroons made quickly 
Majestic beauties browned
Magnificent flavors
My! though; the costs exceeds
My everything this month 

New form I've tried called Pleiades 
This is not an entry to the contest..
My mother gave me her old Dormeyer Mixer years ago
when she broke the bowl that went to it and daddy got
her a new mixer..It still works after about 50 years of use
I am now trying to find a bowl that will replace the old 
one that will really work..

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