Best Riesling Poems

Dark honey tanned skin glistens
    From the moisture of humidity.
The ladies flirt shamelessly with 
    You, but your eyes gaze upon me.

Your stature looms at six foot three.
    Your swimmer's shoulders impress.
In our island sea we...

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We had saved our precious stock of grandpa’s grape
prepared the ground and amended the soil.
After laying out the orchard, we planted cuttings with our own hands.
Fed the young vines with love and creek water
and waited for the work of the rain and sun
before giving birth...

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COOKING WITH JIM                      

actually, with him in spirit, in the kitchen 
of his quaint brownstone on West 12th Street
in Manhattan, decades after his death.

And...

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Chianti, Riesling, Chardonnay;
What kinda wine we gonna have today?
Pass that bottle, if you please -
I think I'll have a little more Chablis!

Swirl that stuff 'round in the glass...
Show 'em all that you got class!
Has it got the nose? Has it got the look?
Can you use...

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Fresh unpasteurized sauerkraut
(so probiotic!)
Cooked slowly with sausages,
Potatoes, and ham;
Sweetened with Riesling
A pinch of
Cloves...

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She's as smooth as glass
With gentle curves.
A fine crystal that sings
With a moistened touch.

She's a sweet moscato or riesling
With bubbles that giggle when she smiles.
Or maybe a mellow red
That leaves a taste that asks for more.

She warms my heart and soul
And shows me new steps...

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Used to live in
Strasbourg:
9, Quai de Paris.
The piers in that
city
Were on canals.

Window flower boxes
On Alsatian cafes,
Choucroute garnie
entres
With onion tartes.

Venders sell hot
chestnuts
In Orangerie park.
I'd sight-see after
dark
La Petite France.

Notes: Choucroute
garnie is sauerkraut
slow cooked with
Riesling white wine,
potatoes, ham,
sausages, and
cloves.  Tarte a
l’oignon is also an
Alsatian specialty.
 La Petite...

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Most women would jump at the chance,
Of a night in a flash restaurant,
And at one stage my wife was the same,
Now it’s something that she doesn’t want,
She’s quite happy to eat take-away,
And sometimes she’ll go to Kentucky,
Or maybe she’ll sit in at McDonalds,
If she does...

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Mindfulness

Mindfulness is being in the moment, with the past
A dim memorial and the future ripe anticipation;
Without investment of self in uncertainty and “when I…”,
Just living life in the now.

I read the book of recipes and am drawn 
Into its world of pungency, lost in imagined...

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Sipping Riesling sitting on a sandy seashore
Soaking in sunshine, as rolling waves play the score
Seagulls and seashells helping set the scene du jour
Soft blowing sands sticking to the sweat from my pore’s
Slip into the sea to wash away sand and more
Seawater a salve for life...

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Do you remember, dear, we were young
It was dusk and we’d gone horseback riding
Stopped to sip riesling wine
Nibble grapes and cheese

With much passion you unfurled your intentions
Detailed how you saw the future together
Getting married, building a house
And then maybe children to call our own

You asked...

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The days of 
wine and rose's 
enchanted pose's 
I think of you 
nothing added 
nothing taken away 

my thoughts follow you 
wandering about 
what's left from 
the midst of your 
melancholy mannerism 
captured beyond 

wholly adversity fallen 
desperately on infamous 
tangible chatter over 
wiener schnitzel...

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I see so constantly
the mother I wish not to be
a trainwreck citing meat too lean
malnourished and mis-wed by seventeen

I am the feet that swell and sore
under plum-bruised body and broken back
an assembly line of plastic doors
for plastic cars on plastic tracks

and I breathe the bright...

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On the last Thursday before Labor Day							

Janey and Sue-Sue sneak down 

to Alison’s beach in Harpswell						

to slam bottles against the rocks at low tide.


Only tinted vessels will do like blue Zinfandel 

and violet Riesling. I always switch to Bombay 

for a day just to vary...

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Riesling whispers, bated 
breath,
Sapphire lies in blue.
Dreams and nothings, humid, 
swear,
What's a girl to do?
Dangling from dew stained 
strands,
Honey drenched promises.
A kiss, a sigh, venomous faith,
Submissive dominance. 
Saccharin sorrow, chocolate 
and tears,
Drowning, bittersweet.
Praying to the gods below, 
Let her taste defeat.
Chianti screams, suffocated, 
Amber smears of truth.
Dry reality,...

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