Best Connoisseur Poems
No one wants to be left on the shelf for years
Guess you could say I’ve popped my cork
Now I’m fully mature with a rich full body
I could be described as a little fruity with a hint of spice
Please don’t keep me bottled up
Just give me time to breathe
Contest :- A wine Connoisseur
Sponsor: Chase Trevi
08~14~15
He was a connoisseur of beauty
But not of the usual kind
He could see the beauty within
Which all the others could not find
When he gazed upon a woman
He saw the sparkle of her soul
With his sweet and knowing smile
All her virtues he would extol
His eyes drank in the loveliness
That she'd cloistered within her heart
with words dipped in affirmation
he painted her: a work of art
He saw the aura of beauty
That shone brightly around her face
In each line of her full body
Sheer luxuriance he could trace
The connoisseur was an expert
At making her feel divine
In her ear he gently whispered
what made her exquisite, fine
When he had drunk in her beauty
He held on to the shapely glass
In his mouth her textured fullness
His rating? Certainly, first class!
The bottle that she had come in
was now trembling in his grip
And craving just a little more
Tilted the bottle to his lip
He licked the luscious last drop
Inebriated by her taste
A connoisseur of real beauty
he would let nothing go to waste
And so once more she was poured out
To the connoisseur of her soul
She gave him what he desired
the wine of love had made them whole
For Chase's the Connoisseur Contest
I saw a painting as a younger man;
some artwork I enjoyed - this not so much.
Not ready yet for abstract, off I ran
to view portraits, landscapes, still lifes and such.
A decade later, we met up again;
I still was not sure what there was to see.
Less hurried, I felt more receptive then.
"My kid could paint this", scoffed a man near me.
I'm sixty now, and see with dimmer eyes
yet now they catch things I missed in my youth.
I gaze, and let a narrative arise -
it asks me: what is beauty, life, and truth?
Therein consists the artist's foremost task:
to raise the questions we have yet to ask.
// An ekphrasis on the painting "The Connoisseur"
by American painter Norman Rockwell //
He was a connoisseur of beauty
But not of the usual kind
He saw the beauty within
Which others could not find
When he looked at a woman
He saw the sparkle of her soul
With his sweet knowing smile
Her virtues he did extol
His eyes caressed the beauty
That lay within her heart
With words of affirmation
Painted her as a work of art
He was touched by her beauty
That went beyond her face
In each line of her full body
Exquisite beauty he could trace
The connoisseur was an expert
At making her feel divine
He gently pointed out
Her hidden qualities so fine
When he had tasted her beauty
He lingered over each glass
Savoring her texture and fullness
He rated her as first class
The bottle she had come in
He held onto with a firm grip
Then he set aside the glass
Lifted the bottle to his lip
He licked the very last drop
Inebriated was he by her taste
A connoisseur of real beauty
Not a drop would he waste
And so she poured herself out
To the connoisseur of her soul
She gave him what he desired
For his love had made her whole
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Medical Marijuana
Magical Herb, given to this world
can cure so many things, you’d
never believe it would
from helping a cancer patient
from starving
the positive results from it
are alarming
it gives people
a chance
to alleviate the pain,
stomach aches
even a granny’s arthritis
why would anyone want to
fight this
this beautiful idea of
medical marijuana
limiting the lords
use for it, is intruding on
an individuals
freedom
Cannabis Connoisseurs
can help treat their
ADHD, sleep apnea
and tourette's syndrome
to be against
medical marijuana use
you would have
to be dumb
To claim
the legalization of such
wisdom weed
would lead
to it being
abused, turned into a gateway drug
is lying
it is all upon the decision
of the individual
the people they surround themselves
with, and what THEY are supplying
God says in Genesis 1:12
that he has given his people hemp
and to use it at our free will
and if you do a little bit of research
you too will know the
deal
Jah Bless Medical Marijuana
Conniosseur of Life
The vintage of our time begins
To sip and taste the wine of Life
To seek the essence of my search
and find a flavor I enjoy
It’s limpid sensuality
And all the sultry tastes of Love
To blend into a sweet bouquet
Ignoring all the dregs of gloom
A sediment that’s left to waste
To move into a sweet perfume
and swirling colors of our dreams
Drink of it’s substance and feel well
For dreams are connoisseurs of Life
I do not wish to drink of you with greedy lips
My desire is for you to linger on my palette
As your heady aroma fills my nostrils
I will taste of your complexities
Marvelling at the colours of your essence
I do not not wish to be intoxicated
For I desire to make this pleasure last
Within my mouth a symphony
The interplay of the seasons of your soul
I taste the winter, spring and summer of our waiting
Until this moment of falls bounty
Through the patience of knowing
I now experience all of your seasons.
I offer this poem as a toast!
To the poet, I admire the most!
His talent is , second to none!
He's written hundreds of poems, I've read every one!
From reading the poems he's amassed,
I find his range of emotions is vast!
He's a genius of Rhythm and Rhyme!
I'm impressed and amazed, every time!
To me he's a Poetic Master!
He can make me feel joy or disaster!
Love and Greed and Compassion are,
just a small part, of his large, repertoire!
Larry Belt, is my favorite, for sure,
he's a Poetry Soup, Connoisseur!
A wine connoisseur and Life
Trickling pearls of red and white
The sizzling hot, the fizzing out
Pinot noir, Reisling, Chardonnay
Teroldego, Norton , Carbanet
Deliverance from all the doubts
As he sees, swirls, sniffs, sips, savors
For once he chooses, its best of world
The embroidered sweet drops with finest taste
The embellished pearly drops with blissful tizz
Oenophile's stemware filled with recherche expertise
Like a bagpiper playing best among best of tunes!
Floats our life's canoe over varied wines of emotions
We the connoisseurs need to take the tasting flight
And drink from bottles of right emotions
And drink from glasses poured in blends of doses right
To row the canoe through smoothest wines,
exotic choices we ought to make...
And enjoy the tizz of happiness,
Savor the taste of contentment,
Relish the sparkling journey
of life to cherish a vintage life!
©Anulaxmi Nayak, 2015
( had to drop it for contest as this exceeded 13 lines...)
Grapes
sunbathing and ripened in the sun
hanging on the vine
barrels of well-balanced and harmonious wines
the older it becomes, the more refine
pour into long stemmed glasses
to capture the perfect amount of aroma
a sniff
a sip
a swirl around the taste buds
an expert judge of fine wine
drink slowly and enjoy
while dining ,
while reading,
while writing,
or romantic moods
no blushing
drinking wine
its fine
8/21/2015
Contest Name: A Wine Connoisseur
Sponsor: Chase Trevi
Note: this poem is in the form of 'bref double' but they don't have it on the list.
You are a connoisseur of wine and eyes
Are you looking at me, through me, or past me?
A living ghost with formidable prowess
Or is sight in your head and are you blind?
Though your intention is to render a scene
Art is in the eye of the beholder of thine
The stories that you tell by sitting so serene
Form the labyrinth to unravel in your mind.
The desert of your hair is swallowed by famished skies
They are an inky throbbing throat of greed
Each swell of hair a mound of desert gone to seed
Wild man you are redeemer to your kind
Are you an artist or is art your disguise?
The famished skies render you powerless
My pet mouse Louie is a connoisseur of exotic cheese,
But when it comes to gratifying him, he's mighty hard to please!
I have my own choice of cheese, therefor, 'tis an ongoing clash,
Between me and Louie at which he has become somewhat brash!
If I set a snack of limburger before him, he'll turn up his nose,
And I learned mighty quick to no longer on him that crud impose!
I happen to like a simple cheddar but Louie will clearly voice,
His desire for an expensive gouda if he had to make the choice!
We both abhor cottage cheese on that we can readily agree,
But he savors bizarre cheeses such as Greek feta and French brie!
The latter two I can barely tolerate and well-nigh cause me to retch!
I hate to divulge this but Louie is becoming a bothersome kvetch!
Lately he insists on me catering ricotta, swiss and mozzarella.
(Ain't gonna happen, you can bet your life on that, little fella!)
Alas, my dilemma was solved by my cat who relishes tasty mice;
Louie was devoured by ravenous Jeff the cat which wasn't very nice!
Entry for Barry Stebbins' "Poem About Cheese" Contest
(15 November 2018)
Warm buttery flakey croissants with almond filling,
Homemade sugar-laden donuts, hot out of the frying vat,
German chocolate cake with loads of scrumptious sweet coconut,
Sweetened graham cracker crust key lime pie with a sprig garnish,
Peanut butter cookies, oozing with chocolate morsels,
Grandma’s sugar mints, in pinks and greens, pretty enough for a wedding,
Delicious apple cobbler, crisscrossed with cinnamon and sugar crust,
I salivate my feelings toward these favorite foods.
You may keep your vegetables and your fruits, your seafood and your chicken.
The only vegetable I want is mashed potatoes, and please do not ruin it with garlic.
Instead, stir it into a giant vat of butter, so much you have to re-heat it.
Your beef can wander down by the barn and sit on a stump for all I care.
Unless I am in the mood to make my famous meatloaf with the diabetic-coma-brown-sugar topping.
It will knock me out in seconds, and I am re-thinking the vegetables.
I would like a big cob of Iowa sweet corn that has been bathing in butter for a week.
With so much salt and pepper, most people would turn their noses up.
I am a food connoisseur; can you tell?
Life as wine
Cherished sips
that make you swirl,
Scent of life
is pure as white pearls,
Brewed to the finest
in ocean of desires,
Neat and bitter as truth
takes to heavens,
Amalgamated in sin
life has a sweet taste,
The more you drink
runs faster in the veins,
Utmost crest till serene !
Written Sept 2nd, 2015
For contest by Chase Trevi
• She was a control connoisseur.
• Her hair was afraid to move.
• Church ladies called her daily to ask permission
• To move a basket of flowers
• To open the Baptists' refrigerator
• To use the blue pitcher left by the last minister’s wife
• Her scotch tape was afraid to tear wrong.
• Her husband had to raise his hand to go to the bathroom.
• So glad he did not raise his hand to ask for children.
At least they were spared the control connoisseur.