Poetry Blogs (red wine)
I’ve followed signs to Yield in Ireland
when I’m used to an Aussie Give Way.
As I put on bright lipstick, tell you stories
of Africa when we were both young,
I watch my words seduce you again.
You remember young Chianti;
full and round, ruby red, peppered
with berries. I remember
a Hotel in Kitwe - Blue Nun.
You say your taste has matured,
you now pr...
Thursday 8th June 2017 10:07 am
Pinotage, they reckon, for cheese
Tempranillo is the choice for Mexican grub
But, I'm somewhat easier to please
While chilling to some melodic jazz
I've had the bold, the brave and the border-line nasty
But I've never had a "Shy Shiraz"
Friday 13th May 2016 2:56 pm
Cannot touch the mellow stance
Nor begin to feel the depth, which I
may gaze and flow in merry dance
sinking, tickling my tonsils keen
I cannot be but in pure ease
My mind blurs in a haze serene
And fruit and smoke and peppers pure
A bold perfection can but entice;
Monday 9th May 2016 8:19 pm