Poetry Blogs (Wine)
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Deep is the dampness settling upon my brown skin.
A layered onion would not succumb to its
An Oregon rain is persistent, precipitated by
a scowl of dirty clouds, a Creole-colored frown,
its sound preceding as if pitter-pattering feet running
free like caribou on an open plain.
Nothing tastes better than Jovino's Pinot Gris,
recommended by Emily, a wine...
Friday 22nd March 2019 1:47 am
Saw your skin,
Full of lies,
Touched your hands,
Saw Wrinkled lines,
Few Broken ties,
Two strangers ,
Such A cold night,
A girl I met,
Beauty as if,
Felt like I know her,
From some other life,
I think she was Running away ,
Just Like me,
Saturday 26th January 2019 5:24 am
I feel awkward without coffee
like chasing pert sylvans round Helicon's hills
constant under Urania's dissapproving eye.
Makes one want to get deep into the wood with goat footed pan
erection flailing wild for Bacchus rites.
Or better yet to smash skulls for the ruby juice
thick Teutonic forest leaning close.
Friday 3rd August 2018 1:08 am
Not exactly dressed for the kill-
Hell, she can’t even walk
In a straight line-
But she’ll still be able to find her way
In these heels,
In those thoughts,
She dances with wine bottles
While headphones play
That had nothing to do with you.
Bare feet circle bare floors;
Bare hands hang onto
Or the toilet seat.
She feels poet...
Monday 28th May 2018 8:46 pm
"Wine is sunlight held together by water" - Galileo Galilei
That cold May week in England
with its soggy clouds and sullen skies
seemed to offer little cheer
as the sun meekly went early to bed
But on Italian slopes, she was doing a far better job;
shining with vigour and love
caressing the grapes, forcing a smile
pressing them into action
Yorkshire’s becks and streams did their part, I’m...
Saturday 27th May 2017 9:34 am
This allegorical poem came out of my awareness of time passing, and a sense of the ultimately insubstantial or superficial qualities of much of this life that, as we grow older, seem less important or valuable than they once were.
Faith, old friend, so wise and fulsome,
faded beauty at end of day,
draw me aside in a beechwood spinney,
make me swear on the code with...
Thursday 2nd February 2017 1:57 pm
and the liquid
and gentle oak
The lips poised
mind and soul are
Saturday 13th February 2016 12:40 pm
Today my heart felt a blow,
By a view so divine.
I let my emotions flow,
Like a 30 year old wine.
There it was in that tiny box,
With pulses of energy shooting through,
That blurry image came across,
Like the inside of a Great Gray Kangaroo.
I felt her hand touching mine,
Held her hand - fingers entwined,
Watching my angel wriggle and shine,
With the life of Us combined.
Tuesday 17th November 2015 12:31 pm
Wine is for laughing
Wine is for talking all night
Wine is for living life out loud
Wine is for making us beautiful
Wine is for all-night conversations
Wine is for getting together again
Wine is for ‘never again’ tomorrow
Wine is for sleeping like a baby
Wine is for telling the truth
Wine is food for love
Wine is friendship
Wine is fresh
Thursday 14th November 2013 4:17 pm
Monday 23rd July 2012 7:56 pm
ROOM HOUSE TELLY WINE
Time stands still in a front room in early ’95.
The telly is on but the sound is off,
All About Eve plays on the stereo,
soft vocal tones and powerful guitar.
The clock says a time but that doesn’t matter
as here it is timeless.
Bev drinks a glass of wine
while I have the rest of the bottle
and a full bottle of Thunderbirds....
Tuesday 28th February 2012 5:11 pm
Chips and Dips and Cool, Cool Wine
Cool white wine
Chips and dips divine
A dribble here to lick away
A splash of dip has gone astray
Soft playing music may make you swoon
Gently lolling back in this vibrant room
A sash you pull to ease the waist
Pull me close so I can lick and taste
A subtle mix of fresh bathed skin
Traces of the wine that slipped within
Sunday 26th July 2009 9:18 pm