Best Pairing Poems
Come, all you wine lovers, and gather round,
Tonight we'll explore flavours that abound.
From the vines of Simonsig, both red and white
We'll sample their wines, and pair them just right.
First, a crisp Chenin Blanc, so versatile in style
Paired with a Portuguese Fish Stew, hmmm, you're going to smile
Then, a Pinotage, full , robust,
To go with mushrooms, roasted to perfection, no fuss.
And finally, a Bordeaux, for toasting and cheer,
As we raise our glasses, to the rest of this year.
Let's sip and savour, each and every glass,
And enjoy the company of friends, and good laughs.
Yes please. We're back.
The first pairing of 2023
Stunning wines by Hartenberg
And Lanser's food, mhuh, just wait and see
Our country's seen better days
With literal pooh coming down
Crooked politicians, state capturers
and Juli-assses band of clowns
Tonight. Yes tonight
Let's sweep it all off the table
Raise our glasses, eat like kings
And present the largest smiles that we're able
For tomorrow when you awake
You know what you're gonna say
What a spectacular night
Lanser's on Main, it made my day
Where then the emotive happiness
with such procrastinated enchantment brings
desirous supposedly encountered
and romantic wanderings heady cadence
which pins the inattentive to the skins of longing
It is said to be lost in the surge
to swirl with giddy waltz
yes to tremble ecstatic on the threshold of lips
an unreasonable itch
and to be sated would only encourage it
What diversions shall bring only mindful
or some infatuated participant
passions electrical would claim and yearn if it did not
where then the ragged beast of breathless
who then is this legend of a word
To what aspirations of penultimate heights
carries the feather profound
to burnish the eyes with capitulations smile
then scatter all wishes to commitments demand
what for this singular enamored heart
So what of want
so what of need
indeed, so what of all these things believed
I know nothing of these
nor do I pretend to have entreated them
I have fallen not and none for me
though ever by the quixotic verb provokingly
still but a shadows remnant continues its pursuit
with promiscuous howl
so clamorous in its gentle rancor …….
…... mocking patience to pierce the interminable hours
Paint coat gloss of stigmatised strategy
Ink print format dishonourable dastardly
Rewriting total emotional reliance on romantic target solo
Mistakes made eradicate match develops purely personal
Necessary structure supports test criteria
Shifted not by storm of hormonal hysteria
Flattery, female following foresee men fearful, fatigued
Indolent inconsistency implores males imbibe, intrigued
14th January
- format dating -
two kinds of starlight
fashion their luster come eve
muddy and fiery--
heels adhere to night's command
rubbers or stilettoes worn.
Not for contest
7 Aug 2017
Le Cordon Bleu sommelier in the know
Discussed wine pairing with patrons aglow
"What does your order include?"
"Roast turducken frankenfood"
"Then I recommend a dry Portmanteau!"
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6/19/2020
This is an example of one of my free-range limericks. Click on the pic to see the others. Cheers!
You and your pliant touch lit me up, there my diva, morn.
After the shower, your wet hair and your braid, in trying untangling
Humble effort, down to earth
I rush to thee, my open palm , water soaked paperspace, and
Eyes soothing a time, comforting chime, a return to home, shalom , or even nonetheless, Perhaps
Surrounding you, an empty space,- blossom in eloquence, in me, lingering stay of mine
You and your subtle touch, where you end your earring duo,
Untie your necklace, wrapped around your neck
Time eternal, travels there through the ecopark, a fragrance of hibiscus rosa, pairing me, in pairable , impeccable dwelling reverie
Kiss met there , through a song , as unsung as a morn, unlearned, long gone
A boon of maturity outfashioned the old one in style, dancing diva, the present
In my metamorphosis , silly me, minuscule viral being, touching your eyelashes , gently swing in glum and glee
Of everyday, nitty gritty
A mourning lover , I cry in my delicate tragedy
The saree wrapped with the edge was my inevitable end, wishfully
I stop my chariot of time and wait there, in the third act
To perceive your duo, decisively
Hopeful you to find yourself, wherever you reach
Enthusiastic me is available there. There.I open my palm ,
my tragedy of emptiness, missed the world, nowhere to find thee.
Pair a practical woman with a dreamer
It may just work if she can
The reverse ~
Prepare for the worst to happen
Love is caring
Love is sharing
There's no tearing
Never fearing
today i bought
a small bouquet
six long stems
of tender buds
in vivid blue
as luck
would have it
the day before
i'd bought a tall
and slender vase
never thinking
the two were
destined for
each other
the bouquet
slid into the vase
like it was
meant to be
a rare elegance
i'd rarely seen
so here we are
in awe
admiring
six irises
in their
graceful
ballerina
pose
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
It is always hard to measure
When people experience romantic pleasure
Expressing love
Peaceful as a dove
For one another
Warm sentiments resulting in Father and Mother
And the results could be
A family of three
But why can the knot
Initiated from the looks they both got
Bringing soothing trust
Nervously crumbling at the knees begging a must
Is it a crime?
Just to make a lifelong commitment in time
Gazing into the eyes
Never telling any lies
Focusing on a career
Enjoying the weekend friendly beer
Travelling the world
Being the honeymoon guy and girl
For some reason
Due to couple’s pleasing
Physical interaction
Definition being getting some action
Creates a situation
Admitting the wife labeled hospital patient
Products to buy
Encountering all night cries
Classes experience and try
Pulled in different directions
Bride’s body constantly under inspection
Scared of rejection
Honest facades no need for confession
Economy stupid issue a reality addressing
Dinner table clean up isn’t only messing
Diapers are only one’s guessing
Challenging the pair
Come together in care
As they share
This component to the marriage affair
When stork day arrives
And the newborn realizes they are alive
It is a joyous thing
Giving glitz and glamour to the bonding ring
Securing those special moments
That had going
Innocent and true
Between two
Who publically stated ‘I do’
It's the marketers in the room
Who must be in a state
We have a wine with a name
Impossible to articulate
There are basic rules to obey
When creating a brand
Simple, one or two syllables
Easy to remember and understand
Google, Lego, Cotton-On
Whatsapp, DHL, Bard
Nerf, Typo, and Shell
They work, cos they're not that hard
And the winemaker’s with us tonight
Brad, with his entourage
Will he agree with this assessment?
Or insist it's sabotage!
Bit-and-for-wag-thing
Brute-and-formatage
I've been practising all week
And the correct pronunciation is still at large
However, let me tell you one thing
That's not easily found today
When you've got a perfect product
Marketing becomes child's play
You can call it what you want,
You can dress it up as a clown
When your wine's as good as Brad's
You get to wear the golden crown
So please, enjoy tonight
Taste and savour every option
Because it's always an unforgettable evening
When you're drinking Buitenverwachting
Welcome back,
It’s been a while
An invitation to Wine Pairing
I bet it brought a smile
Zevenvacht’s our wine
A farm from Stellenbosch
Meaning Seven Expectations
By golly, that sounds posh
I have some peeps
Tonight I must mention
Dom our good friend
Out spending his pension
Can’t leave out Auralia
She’s about to split
Rumour has it
She’s fallen in love with a Brit
On to my favourites
The gorgeous hot ducks
Looking radiant as ever
Wish I’d worn a Tux
Kerry’s back
For a brief interlude
With Catherine and friends
That table’s bound to get rude
Enough now, Barrie
It’s time to stop
The next course’ almost ready
And there’s wine to dop
It has been written,
you can’t compare anything
to God nor God to anything;
yet, all is in and of God.
The moon can’t be compared
to the sun; yet, she reflects everything
he is and will ever be in being.
Only eyes, and only in the night,
can reflect the other stars’ twinkling light.
It is said that dirt is the soil of the Earth
and the mud thereof; even clods.
Can the air be winds and the winds air?
Breezing all of this tends to blow the mind.
The term is used in behavioral analysis,
When the behavior therapist builds rapport
With the client. I argue
All humans are attempting to pair
All the time.
And when that pairing is unsuccessfull
Multiple options lay before them.
It is our state of mind that determines
The option taken.