Chardonnay the cat
likes to drink toilet water
and stumble around
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.
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
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
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
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 body furrows its own empty brow.
You look upon my soul with fulgent grace,
But I cannot my love soon disavow;
I glance upon your form and see his face.
He does not care that I must love him still—
Would that my mind could break my stubborn will!
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 defined
We indulge in our culinary dine
Us hosts in satisfy
Wanting palets in comply
As our tastes are in joint combine
For Francine's - Bottle of Wine contest - ( fruit of the vine, when........)