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Chardonnay

Chardonnay the cat 
likes to drink toilet water 
and stumble around

Categories: chardonnay, cat, color, cute, drink,
Form: Haiku

Trails of a Chardonnay Night

Predator       OR
prey one OR the
bettOR  gamble.

The winner   BE 
awhile FREE for
now SEE a day.

Be sooner     THAN
later       MANaged
but ENDs up dead.
 
Predator  PLEASED
fricaSSEES    taste
sauCY   with wine.

Categories: chardonnay, analogy,
Form: Than-Bauk

The Price

These words I write may not be worth much to you
perhaps a glass of prosecco or cheap chardonnay
bottom shelf bourbon and soda, tonic and Tanqueray
You have no concept of what they cost me
the price that I must pay

Categories: chardonnay, drink, poems, poetry, remember,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Chardonnay Whispers

Chardonnay whispers


Sipping a glass neath 
an autumn moon smiling
Tasting her lips as 
the stars glow above

Chardonnay whispers
‘pon September heavens
Caressing my heart
as she exhales her love

Good night Soupers

Categories: chardonnay, good night,
Form: Rhyme

Chardonnay Zero

Soft chords of strummed chardonnay pore my soul -
Harmonized beauty held once in this string,
Measured perfection, melodious, whole,
Now floats along an endless shore.  Emptied, I sing;

Chardonnay misery pours from my soul,
Strums no accord for these miscomposed notes:
Harmonized melodies measure me whole.
Far from me measures where harmony’s Melody floats.

2/2/2017

Categories: chardonnay, lost love,
Form: Quatrain

Chardonnay Wines

I still can taste the Chardonnay fine wines—
The hints of oak we drank at lunch today.
The sun must brightly shine upon those vines;
Warm love in liquid gold its rays display.

Yet heavy is my heart and grief will weigh
Too soon enough for pure enjoyment now;
I know my eyes and spirit can betray
Another thought emotions must allow.

My

Categories: chardonnay, lost love, love,
Form: Sonnet

Chardonnay - S'Il Vous Plait

Natures gift in the shape of her vine
Planted with care, line after line
By the grace of our sun
Their growth has begun
In ripeness below her sunshine

We harvest her grapes, turned to wine
Growers experiences, know her signs
From her graft to their trade
In the grape is it's grade
Maturity is it's moment in time

To the table her results are

Categories: chardonnay, nature
Form: Limerick