jaunty jack-o-lantern joined
jingly jangly janitors’ July jamboree
jaundiced Jasper, Jack’s jackhammer
juggled and jostled the journey in jovial jollity.
Jovial Jukebox Julep juxtaposed Jasper and Jack’s
jonquils, joining the July Jubilee
Javelin, a jazzy jaybird, jangled Judy’s jaguar,
who jabbered jokingly and jauntily.
Between sips of Julep
birdsong wafts in the air;
busy bees and countless
butterflies abound on
blossoms of buddleia.
But me? I fall into
blissful torpid languor.
"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
He tore up all the tulips
and trampled all the grapes
He made a strong mint julep
and spilled it on the drapes
He cut down all the myrtles
and made himself some crepes
Went to the zoo
took off his shoes
and flung them at the apes!
Ray Charles on a lonely night
Feel it mostly in his fingertips.
He play in every shade of blue.
His touch be intimate and true.
Ray Charles on a lonely night
Come to Harlem like a fool for you.
He lightly tease his baby grand,
And mess around with loving hand.
Ray Charles on a lonely night
Must have Georgia on his dirty mind.
With unchained heart he hit the road,
To end up busted a la mode.
Ray Charles on a lonely night
Had a problem singing, What’d I Say.
He made the call to ill response,
And music critics’ nonchalance.
Ray Charles on a lonely night,
One mint julep doesn’t ease the sting.
America, it sheds its grace
On those who know and keep their place.
Ray Charles on a lonely night
Play a solo act with no Raelettes.
He can’t stop loving someone when
It’s always cryin’ time again.
Ray Charles on a lonely night
Would often say, Let’s go get stoned,
And seven Spanish angels be
The birds who keep Ray company.
Ray Charles on a lonely night;
Like Johnny Cash at Folsom,
But maybe even more so.
Tell me what’d I say…
If love is not a butterfly, what then is love?
a ripe avocado pear, maple julep, honeycomb?
momma said I didn't know
much about honey bees that she kills the drone
first before accepting she is in love tune,
then hummns love melodies.
Love ; tastes of honey in my
mouth at dawn, at dusk It goes
sour or in between.
even if I let go, still your taste
like memory, a painful memory,
reopening itself into itself
like a wounded artery deep down
as my blood got congealed.
so love is not just a lovely butterfly
it first became a butter then flew
so if you say you don't love am gonna wait
till you drain of me. then you can humm
love tunes in melodies of me
Then love is a sacrifice,
but am I ready to be your Sahara?
Gideon Idudje
The odds are stacked against me
But I’ve picked my favorite horse.
Today is Derby Day and will I watch it?
Yes, of course!
I am not a race fanatic
But for this one in Kentucky,
I select my top 3 choices
And I hope that I get lucky.
My bet and my mint julep
Are imaginary; still,
I scream and cheer my horses on,
A rare live-action thrill.
So here’s to Soup & Sandwich,
Midnight Bourbon, Brooklyn Strong!
Though you’re all long shots, I believe
You’ll prove the experts wrong.
I’ve chosen you to win this –
That’s despite the tipsters’ claims –
By a method I’ve perfected –
I’m attracted to your names!
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, Me (Just kidding Sunshine)
She only thinks of herself living in luxury
Her poems seem to go Norway with a Rhyme
Now that Bobby is a handsome man
Oh tell me Mrs. JAN
I saw him in the field with his straw hat on
Working next to Gershon W.W. was fast asleep
Without a peep, but there was one so cute
He was the Only Silent One out of the whole bunch
Here comes Richard your husband he shot old turkey Tom I guess we are having him for dinner
Shhhhhhh, No more Gossiping
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.
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 the clanging of iron and bronze
I, the master puppeteer, watch with glee
As I make the once civil act so beastly
I have made them eat the fruit of the poison tree
And bent their will to suit my idiosyncrasy
I am the dulcet whisper in your ear
That tempts and beckons you year after year
I cajole with lies and caress with fear
I am the master puppeteer, the vile engineer
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 “bloody tucker time.”
the eyes obscene,
mint julep dream,
Joe Crow will scoop em out,
the brain is sweet,
fore kidney meat,
and the bowel, for fowl,
he's trying.
Don Johnson
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YRbkNKapAPk
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 a hot summer day
When you leave all your troubles behind
What d'ya think of when hearing the word “gorgeous”
Long legs, nice boobs and derieres
Some slender bodies with flowing blonde hair
The slenderer, the more merrier
How about, “he bit off more than he can chew”
Certainly has sexual overtones
Okay this is bringing out the bad in this fellow
Thinking I may have to postpone
What do you think of when I say the word “charlize”
A most beautiful South African lass
She's got everything a young man could ever ask for
Old guys are even cooking with gas
When you hear the phrase, “not playing with a full deck”
“looney toons” sure comes to mind
Don't like to categorize but with some guys it's obvious
They're beyond being helped I find
© Jack Ellison 2015
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 julep in the shade
But in winter when Yankees slip and slide
Our weather is often still pleasant outside
So a northern heat wave makes me sneer
Just wait—they have even worse to fear
Living in the North is a terrible plight
On balance, our weather is a delight
So, before a fan you Yankees must sit
Wait to see how hot it’s gonna get
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
The heat weighs the air down.. down...
it say shoosh~ it seemed to steam
as it wafted from white sand to damp the blue skies.
Long green frond's stir the scene mint in a julep glass.
Quiet invades each opened pore at high noon
as the froth of salt foam caresses toes
and hollows the sand beneath
somnambulant sun worshipers.
Gulls circle in silence
as beads of sweat roll from forehead
between the mounds of Aphrodite...
into the navel of longing.
*Woman God's gift to man
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