Best Julep Poems

Emerald glen, I first saw angel’s wings come down
one of Nature's bright treasures outside our small town;
as brilliant glows entered sad heart and seeing eyes,
I heard voices from Heaven, soothing joyful cries,
turning I saw an angel dance on golden ground
that is when our heart both...

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When Nature's Beauty and Sky's Heart Became One
 
Emerald glen, I first saw angel’s wings come down
one of Nature's bright treasures outside our small town;
as brilliant glows entered sad heart and seeing eyes,
I heard voices from Heaven, soothing joyful cries,
turning I saw an angel dance...

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Look at you, August,
petending to be
a southern belle
all breezy and full
of mint julep.

Refinement is not your style,
a plague your eighth month sun
driven to scourge pastures,
blind cattle, wilt
bluebells and buttercups.

No southern belle, you.

©Kathryn M. Collins
September 26, 2012...

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"Fresh Jueju"

When those blackberries of memory drop
from your windows of Summer crushed fresh 
as a julep against your flawed wintry grounds 
collect them in your minted cup and raise a toast

to what was and what will be

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)








Juju
Jueju...

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What do you think of when I say the word “love”
Flowers, blue skies and sunshine
And so when you think of total “commitment”
It's a lifetime of souls intertwined

When you hear the phrase, “cool as a cucumber”
Does a vegetable come to mind
Or a frosty mint julep on...

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Heat Wave Hits the North

By Elton Camp

Heat makes the Yankees scream and shout
But they don’t know what weather’s about

For those people, who in the South reside
It can be unpleasantly hot and humid outside

But that’s the reason air conditioning is made
It’s not enough to sip mint...

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Sitting on the porch watching worlds collide
And wondering if the truth will be classified
Sipping a mint julep; knowing I should be horrified
Though I would consider that undignified

Gazing at the players moving their pawns
Fighting against destiny to become icons
Listening to the warriors singing their songs
And to...

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There was a young lady named Tulip
Who sipped on a tasty mint julep 
As the moon rose
And glittered her toes
She thanked her Great God with her two lips....

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I went for a walk on a summer’s eve
with my lady on my arm.
With a summer dress and parasol,
she also wore her lucky charm.
We wound our way past a charming well
so a penny was wished upon as I dropped.
Well, lo and behold, right before our...

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Joe Crow was here,

A Crow appeared on the balcony near,
just a clicking, not an ark he cried,
Seen as the harbinger of death, so *****,
begone foul black bird, hide,

the crows they circled overhead,
and called and arked in rhyme,
like in the bush when a beast is dead,
its...

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The old black man plowed the ground in that baking sun 
And sang all those old gospel songs 
The rows were straight as an arrow all through the field 
As I knew this was where his heart belongs 

He was just a share cropper and...

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I winced disenchantment whenever you fell
Through countless absurdities I held my tongue
While you courted your daydreams from hell.

I mastered the rules willing all to be well
As you blitzed career ladders splintering each rung
I winced disenchantment whenever you fell.

I laid low, so fierce your desire to...

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A Symphony Of Sound Still Around

Three ladybugs on a succulent pose.  
Two tired tulips in my windowsill doze.
New dark dahlias will soon surprise.
Begonias in sunshine will always rise.

Under damp leaves these amphibians can be found.
Their enormous backyard chorus, their symphony of sound.
A bullfrog’s baritone...

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Skimming the backyard lake water with eyes bent on adventure
while knowing that alligator eyes are skimming shore just for me
I decide on a mint julep and a good book instead......

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Hot in the south sitting on the porch
Fanning your face with a hand fan
Dressed in a beautiful white dress 
With a cold mint julep in hand

Miss. JENNIFER, yes Miss. JAN
Do you believe what that SunShine Smile,
Said about me?
Her last poem was all about Me, Me,...

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