Traveling along the Grapevine
soft green hills look like earthy fabric
folded into velvet shadow crevices.
Layers of rich, luxurious shapes
form the mountainous terrain.
As we make our way along the highway
the golden glow of the afternoon sun
caresses the flowing hillsides
oh so gently
on this cool winter’s day.
Sparse oaks flash their amber leaves
over the muted landscape
loudly interrupting introverted hues
that linger quietly over the grassy fields.
Against a whitewashed sky
hints of snow can be seen
amongst the scarce pines
while in the valley, sagebrush whip around
on a random road near run down barns
where ravens hide.
A linear network of power lines appear
marching like steel sentries
transformers conquering fields
while a formidable army of cars and trucks
hurry towards their endless destinations
unaware of the quiet beauty that surrounds.
A full glass of red wine,
each time I choose to dine.
It always makes me feel fine,
as if I need it to always shine.
In my body, it builds a shrine:
it's my own sacred lifeline.
I got it from a grapevine,
A bond I entwine,
as now mine:
online
in line,
It's divine.
I can never again decline.
It isn't for a drinking spree.
A glass a day brings joy to me.
Not as much alcohol as in spirit,
to get drunk on it, I definitely flee.
so as to get good health for free
and light my heart up with glee.
Like taking a cup of tea.
Longlife, just the key,
Doctors' plea.
As I see.
I agree.
Let it be.
On my knee.
With health, can't be carefree.
Twilight is a poltergeist of sadness.
Leaning to the sun to steal its hind rays.
Vineyard seems to be their fount of gladness
Twilight is a poltergeist of sadness.
Tilting grapes on vine at night's showiness.
As clocks preserve hone time, prepare your days
Twilight is a poltergeist of sadness.
Leaning to the sun to steal its hind rays.
Written: February 20, 2023
riding bicycles
along backwoods nature trails
in a caravan
down to the old cut grapevine
swinging the whole day away
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written August 6, 2022
Submitted to: “Childhood Nostalgia” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: JCB Brul
If gods exist, they are a secretive bunch.
I met a man who had sex with a chicken
He had heard KFC was finger licken'
He must have felt fried
And cooped up inside
When his two eggs started movin' and kickin'
A New Bawdy Humorous Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
2/18/2022
In our youth and right NOW
my twin sister and I would
slip into our very own
Emerald Doorway to a
Magical Queendom!
We often invited cousins and friends to bathe in
the strong sun rays of our enchanted realm.
The promise of FUN shown in our eyes
as we approached a certain Magical Spot
on our path thru the woods.
Looking over the edge of the ravine
there hung a Magic Grapevine waiting for our grasps,
trusting little hands to clasp the vine for a swing
out over 30, 40, 50 feet vistas, laughing
as the wild grape leaves waved to us
and the stream below raced along it's merry way!
The vine was placed just right, had the right length
tho, we never saw another soul there to chop its
bottom end or to check it's strength.
The vine reached out in a way just for our
clinging, like a benign Magic being,
loving to amuse us , to hear our laughter ring!
Our faith, it's nourishment as we flowed
above the scene!
I'm much older now and I recognize Magic
when I see it, I can still feel the wonder...
of the SWING! LGB 4/4/2020
flowing
spring
river
a breezy
grapevine
sings
flows
by pure
vibration
1st place contest win
03/19/2021
For the contest, Lets Get Creative with Haiku
sponsor, Constance La France
if you hear it through the grapevine and believe it
then you're an ape minded eedyot
Let the sun and moons switch off their lights
I have no complaint
One hundred zeroes in my room
Let them shine bright
Still hundred pictures I do paint
Till I have my grapevine
I live in cloud nine
Thunder lightning or rains
In my vein, no pain
They gladly aid my poetry design
I had asked the spiralling vine
Would you one day stop serving me wine
She laughed a mile
A purple smile
Bringing out from my pen a moving line
Whenever I am surrounded by clouds
I rush to the smiling green sprout
Time and time again
It rubs balm on my pain
In me sunshine laughs aloud
As I sip my tea with an olfactory glee
Over the rim of cup, there stands she
In the sky, the sun hides to see
burning with an orange red envy
My grapevine and I keep up our smiling spree
In twilights, I say how beautiful you are
She answers I am sleepy
Please do excuse me
Okay we will meet tomorrow
at your green bazar
______________________________________'_________
October 6, 2019
An Opinion blindly thinks, but
Boldly speaks out loud
Judgment of...Perspective on...
Doesn't matter to the crowd
As quick as it leaves the lips, it's retold with words anew
Snowballs fast, has bigger plans
For Opinion's point of view
Big Ears-Big Mouths pass it on
Reporting it; "As the truth!"
A small fish becoming a whale of a tale...
Without a single shred of proof
Hearsay tweaks the tale a bit; "Needs more drama"
"I can tell"
(Not a lie, just embellishment...The better buzz will sell)
A Little Birdie told me, in my ear
Flap flap-flapping...Peep
Chattering; "Listen to this" to a;
"That's what I heard!" Sheep
Following the flock, Baaabbling on
Nosy Parker Yakkety-yaks
Gossip climbs on the bandwagon, poisoning truth with little-known facts
Together they spread the Rumor
Through the grapevine, fruit gets ripe
Gossips peck 'til there's nothing left
Of 'Opinions Grapevine' flight
But soon, another Opinion speaks up..
Through the maze, to the Grapevine News
Headline reads;
"Loose Lips Sinks Ship."
Aboard Gossip's Scuttlebutt Cruise!
Odd feels awkward
In thoughts backwards
Rumour floats buzz
Out-of-sync rust
A vile deceit
Streams vain conceit
Hurts and pain splash
A wicked flash
Spy versus spy
Who cares who cries?
Views vain and vile
Acid rain styles
Be wary then
Of grapevine trends
Too much, too late
That smearing fate
Be conscious now
Evil knows how
Leon Enriquez
09 December 2017
Singapore
Everybody loves grapes,
Sweet and tender berries,
Ripening in the sun,
What a splendid sight,
Nourished from mother root,
Embedded deep under,
In darkness she feeds,
Something we never see,
Or even think about,
Working actively,
Keeping stable her plant,
Holding tightly to the ground
Balancing and stabilizing,
Absorbing and watering;
Branches drink,
Like milk from the breast
Warmth of the sun cradles
Flowering beauty blossoms,
Children suckle in gladness,
Maturing fruit rejoice,
Bringing forth,
Intoxicating abundance
Overflowing with wine.
Wendy Jae
through hard times and labor
picked ripped from a color of the rainbow
to show greedy people love defines infinity after we concurred this was after all.
our journey through the grapevine, was long and sour.
we are picked from that grape vine into a soul only we can only define.
like living in someone else dream only you have seen.
don't think think about what would have been just waisting time again.
if you listed at all promises also those fancy dreams.
is reality the key to something we are faithful to belive.
sweet taste hanging through the valuable wisdom of the sweet angels promised vows they chosed to share with ungrateful creatures halfway stepping into unholy hot hell.
rethink and turn the clock back around.
un eat that grape this time.
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