There is a school of thought
That says
Marmalade is only for breakfast bread
My mother also had that view.
However,as for myself
I will spread it,unsparing,
Morning ,noon and night.
The fox has wings of stained glass blue,
And naps upon a cloud of brie.
He wakes when teapot clouds turn hue
And pours the sunlight into tea.
His tail is made of ticking gears
That hums a tiny, waltzing tune,
He catches falling lavender tears,
And chases spoons around the moon.
He drinks the nectar, thick and sweet,
From hanging, glowing lantern-flowers,
Then flies down to the velvet street,
To count the honey-colored hours.
With lemon whiskers, soft and bright,
He paints the daisies upside down,
A cheerful, fuzzy, furry light,
The happiest phantom in the town.
sweet orange marmalade
I eat it on everything
even my omelet
dipping my bacon
it is sticky and gooey
the way I like it
Marmalade was the only orange minnow in the pond
he wanted to feel special, but he felt odd
ostracized and bullied by the rest of the school
his mother tried to build him up
his father left in shame when Marmalade was born
thinking he could never have an orange son
when threatened by bigger fish,
Marmalade floated on the top of the water
Bass bluegill and catfish thought he was an autumn leaf
he lived to an old age, but was never happy
for he never felt liked or loved
Marmalade on top of toast
It’s such a pleasant and delightful treat
~ Lovely swirls of orange zest
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Marmalade madmen
advertising butter and bread,
tasty orange sweet,
with a smile complete.
Spreading the marmalade,
thick greeting of lips,
lopsided and listing,
opening orbs.
Jingjing Li, sectioning,
slicing jars, supercilious-
naughty, rolling right side
and upside down - smiling.
Fruity and delicious, toothy.
Bitter and delicious tongue
treat. Bergamots, citrus
pucker ups. Yes, please.
Fierce king of beasts with amber gaze,
His eyes were like sunrise through a morning haze.
Orbs of honey, sweet yet wild,
Nature's artwork, is chaste.
Pools of golden nectar gleam,
In which savanna's secrets teem.
Windows to a soul of fire,
Reflecting courage, strength, and desire.
This majestic cat, with marmalade sight,
Rules his realm from dawn to night.
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)
A dollop of marmalade
dripped off my toast
and onto my wrist
raising my wrist to lick it off
I smeared the toast into my hair
now in the macro scheme of things
it isn’t much
but
after a morning that includes
an empty toothpaste tube
squeezed flat
and rolled up really tight
and a shoe-lace
that snapped four eyes down
my toast
sliding stickily down the wall
is
I’m willing to bet
letting me know
in no uncertain terms
that all is not as it should be
and that my day ahead
is going to be a little rough.
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
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
Marma laid there, endured Pop’s tickle
Marm got even, swung the sickle
These days, Pop’s a bit less fickle
Stares at Marma’s jar of pickles
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H/T to Gershon's Let Your Hair Down
Sweet marmalade on butterflies
Delicious marmalade in pie
Warm marmalade on pancakes
Need you ask me why?
Artistic marmalade in marigolds
Tasty marmalade on toast.
Jelly jams or sauces
Guess which I love the most.
Orange marmalade jam
may be quite tasty on ham
Yet I prefer gravy
on roast leg of lamb
Laugh out loud! I keep kosher.
What do I know about ham?!
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