Best Peppermint Poems
This is written in acknowledgement to the lovely sweet men and wonderful Poets on Poetry Soup who have supported and encouraged me since I first joined. PSST! I’m certain they all have a sweet-tooth.
Demetrius Trifiatis, Silent One, Paul Callus, Victor Buhagiar, Chris Green, Peter Duggan and Darren White, Robert Lindley and George V - A big thank you to all you fine Poets.
I wade to you through peppermint streams
While thoughts of sugar plums dance in my head
And when on land I mark my way
With bright colored jelly beans of green and red
There are lollipop signs with delicious swirls
Atop red and white posts like candy canes
With delectable names like Chocolate Fudge Mews
Caramel Road and Honey Dew Lanes
Sweet Avenues and Streets - a mouth-watering choice
This yellow brick road looks so like Honey comb
Oh did you tell me to turn right or left?
Might take a bit longer to get to your home!
These bushes of delicious coconut cream kisses
And lolly golly bliss bombs ever so blue
Might tarry a bit while I sample these sweet treats
Don’t mind if I do - You won’t mind if I do?
Luscious flowers on that tree just like fairy floss
Oh my! Now this I cannot resist
Just another mouthful for along the way
Then lunch at 12 - you did insist
The ginger bread house that’s just up ahead
With a sweet fence surround like licorice twists
Its then that I see you waving to me
With a large box of chocolates - Oh what bliss!!
By The Glasser Sound Orchestra - Sugar Sugar
POTD 15th June 2017
“The New York Times” was this group’s original name.
Within two years, they were garnering fame.
Two women and three men sang in wonderful harmony
in clubs around Baltimore and Washington, DC.
Mama Cass Elliott was noted for their discovery.
She often joined them in a Mamas and Papas medley.
As their popularity continued to grow,
this group changed its name to “The Peppermint Rainbow”.
They were signed to the record label known as “Decca”.
Their first and only album was produced by Paul Leka.
The group’s one big hit was penned by Al Kasha.
The title to this 1968 hit was “Will You Be Staying After Sunday”.
This song went high up the charts in its day.
Although this gang is no longer around,
we can still hear their sunshine pop sound.
Thanks to wikipedia.org online encyclopedia and all music.com for information I obtained to write this poem.
carousing through the net & pausing to finger the thinning spots on his scalp
remembering the moments when women in his earlier life would run their fingers through the flowing locks---
having watched his compadres become cue-balls or
slowly peppering away individuals on their way to
pure silver,
he stumbled upon an herbalist blog that
discussed pouring peppermint oil
upon his noggin to stimulate the follicles of
his hair
in hopes that he would be handsome again.
vanity provided the impetus to push our man in
question
to purchase his peppermint oil
and to dowse his head in the straight substance
in hopes of growing hair
throwing much caution to the wind
running with the advice of the
herbalist.
in no time at all his head began to cool
it cooled to the point of freezing & then the
freezing began to burn & then the burning
began to numb his whole head until the feeling
seemed to creep inside his throat
panging at his temples & he
found himself sitting on his
knees in front of the toilet
trying to make himself puke
but the sickness jerked at
him as if it would never
quite stop.
he stuck his index finger down his throat
forcing himself to vomit &
though the vomiting took his
mind off the sickening
numbness of his whole
head, it only did so for a few seconds---
he crawled on hands & knees to his bed,
laying there in a world of brand new pain
until morning when he awoke from a sleep he
somehow attained---
after rolling out of a skull-crashing dream
he threw away the oil &
not a hair grew anywhere near his head.
Peppermint drop moon
plays hide and seek
with cotton candy clouds
Mint, peppermint, Cool Mint, badminton. . . .
But that's not what I meant.
You still don't know what I meant?
Then I'll give you a hint.
There's a famous guy named Clint.
Yes, his family name is Eastwood.
As an actor, he's sharp as a flint.
He always wears a shirt with a nice tint.
He hates to drive a car with a dint.
He once wrote a book that never got out of print.
He once daydreamed of being a quint.
He's diligent, he always works without a stint.
"Go ahead, make my day!"
says he, with his eyes shining with a glint.
So tidy is he, well-dressed is he,
without a single loose piece of lint.
Never did he do that, no he didn't.
So said he, with his trademark squint.
But he's not learned enough to be able to read a Septuagint.
Once he broke his leg, and they had to put it into a splint.
Dank club
Beasts' hub
Sleazy
Queasy
False smiles
Damp tiles
Lights dimmed
Eight-limbed
Client?
Pliant.
Tawdry
Bawdry
Creased notes
Fiend gloats
Cash gripped
Head dipped
Lewd song
Will strong
Gyrates
Primates!
All stare
Rent bare
Whistles
Bristles
Tunes cease
No peace
Rump pawed
Applaud
Defile
Fight bile
Soul stabbed
Clothes grabbed
Backstage
Does rage
Crushed dream
Tears stream
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* "Peppermint Panda" is a riff on a London-based 'Gentlemen's club'.
3 November 2017
A York Mint Patty
Spreads excitement to the mouth,
Joy to the tastebuds
Don't dare hang up the phone
Please don't touch that dial
I've got this idea a-brewing
If you'll kindly hear me out
I often have these hunger pains
Throughout my busy day
And seldom find the time to stop
For a meal along the way
So I got my brain juices flowing
And came to this conclusion
Baloney flavored chewing gum
Could be this man's solution
But how to get the flavor
Onto the stick of gum
When it's baloney that I savor
It must be in the rub
So I go buy top shelf baloney
Take the gum from my pocket...
...remove the lint
Rub-a-Dub this grub like in a tub
Then call it baloney peppermint
I'm now on my way to success
Never stopping off for meals
Ain't got time for none of that
In my world of Wheel and Deal
I've now quite the variety of meat
In the daily meals I chew
If you care to call 1-800-Baloney Peppermint
Then you can chew it too
Peppermint Christmas angels were doing the cha cha cha.
“What else can you do?” Asked a pinecone name of McGraw.
We can do the petootsie dance, and we can tease our maw.
“What else can you do?” asked a prissy critical macaw.
“We can twirl and spin, and we can make delicious coleslaw.
We can play racquetball and we can spot an editorial flaw.
We can peel potatoes in a fancy way if you get them raw.
We are pretty talented,” said the angels, and we can draw.”
He walks in and sees first the peppermints on my desk then me
“You sure do look pretty today.” He says while unwrapping the candy
I can tell by the way he's looking at me and not the mint that he would rather be unwrapping me
He pops the mint in his mouth and moves it from one cheek to the next over and over
letting it graze his teeth every time
“Thank you, sir.” I say hoping my formality will be a deterrent
He sits down in the chair directly across from me and the foot and a half of desk between us feels like nothing
He spreads his arms and legs and far as they will stretch
I don't look at him
I keep my focus on the screen
“Why won't you look at me, Emily?”
My name sounds like that damn mint scraping his teeth when he says it
“I'm just working.”
“That's all you ever do.”
I look away from the screen and meet his gaze
“That's why I'm here, sir.” he hates when I call him sir
“Why do you always call me sir? Do you not know that you're the best part of my day? I love seeing what you're wearing.”
I don't respond
I turn back to my desktop screen and begin rereading emails that don't matter anymore
He doesn't take the hint
He just keeps staring at me while fiddling with the candy wrapper in his left hand
He stands up and leans over the desk towards me
I flinch
“Haha!” He laughs at me
“Don't worry I'm just throwing this wrapper away, sweet girl.”
He sits back down and continues his devilish staring
I can see in his eyes what he is thinking
I shudder
He notices and looks away for just a moment
that brief moment without his eyes on my skin feels like freedom
I allow my nose to flare to show disgust and contempt
then quickly put my face back to expressionless
“Do you want me to leave?”
“It doesn't matter to me.” I say not knowing how to say yes without screaming it in his face!
He doesn't move after that
I wait for fifteen silent minutes to see if he'll take my silence as his queue to leave
He doesn't
behold
the
twirl of
the
peppermint rose
so
bright
Green and gold
Peppering the season
Praising God, the reason
Prayers for hearts and souls
Peace that always consoles
Preparing us for One
Prince of Peace, He will stun
Pure love has just begun
Peppermint Princess tries for attention daily
Wearing her candy cane Christmas colors so gaily,
It is only June the Calendar Enforcer in a prissy way.
Peppermint Princess does not care; she has come to play.
She dances around the Christmas Prince batting her eyes.
He has heard of her reputation, which is no big surprise.
She is a cute little thing he agrees with Jeeves, his Squire.
Gives him permission to date her, for she lights his fire.
Aromatic alleviation that you need;
the secret to having anything succeed?
A blanket fort and peppermint pillow mote;
Sea of calm spiked with crimson passion;
If you get high on imagination?
That’s the turnkey to get inside;
I dare you to try and break the fire wall
if there’s nothing of childhood you recall;
Forever locked outside your psyche;
Fragrant aroma that allows you to breathe
free to rejoin what lies underneath;
Inhale exhale, roll back in time.
Here Is A Hint About Peppermint
Lately what I have heard is a historical hint
About things they meant about peppermint;
Spiral weave,
Did receive;
From God His Son and this thought were sent.
Jim Horn