Long Grape Poems
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But Never Forget
Stoned out his lonely mind and drunk on booze and oblivion he headed straight
into memorial abandon doomed and entombed smashed forgotten and lost forever
He once was Jack but his friends called him Daniel or Beam a proper lad walking
the tight rope which snapped under the influence too staggered to walk thus he
took his proud chrome machine home from his drinking hole past the cemetery
Ten drinks too many ten commandments ignored the message of grapevines which
haunt him though he still is too pickled to wake from his coffin nailed in the sand
He turns in his grave deliriously trembling from within crashed skull and bones a
statistic foretold an accident waiting to happen grape wrath wreaths draped over the
anger of the innocent victims of his reckless slaughter in another man’s family’s grief
Buried and berried his final resting place revolves around the plight of his victims
overgrowing vines drape the tormenting obsession with liquor not bearing up to
the promise but a killer instead creepingly depicted through the inscription of
'bastard’ carved in the stone hiding the shame he never absolved nor confronted
His mates do not remember him much and do not visit the funeral grounds as they
are always too drunk and only occasionally toast to how much drink he could stomach
and after a while the rampant sleaze of uncultivated excess sprouts just as untamed
as Jack the lad and his liquefied liquidation of a moribund life lost in the undergrowth
When the dust and the seedy sediment has settled Jack’s mother still mourns what
still festers under the surface and the descendants of the hapless casualty killed in
the process wish for the grape vines to smother to maybe forgive but never forget
She hadn't received a violet grape purple envelope,
As the invited guests had done. It was more than she could hope.
Each guest had known for ages to expect the guilt edge invitation.
The bedraggled woman knew this wedding was way above her station.
She stood in the foyer of the church, through the window to the aisle.
Her threadbare clothes hung around her form in denial.
She watched him take her arm, as they approached the groom.
A hush was heard as the organ played in the room.
How stunning the bridesmaids, four beautiful girls,
The bride exquisite, her delicate lace gown studded with pearls.
The crowd were obviously all well to do,
Men in Versace suits, women clad in Chanel and Dior too.
She listened as they said their vows and swore to be true.
She smiled as he proclaimed to his bride “I love you”.
Marriage complete, they would all soon walk out to the street.
It was time for the haggard woman to make a hasty retreat.
He glanced at her but didn’t raise an eyebrow.
She would never be recognized the way she looked now.
It was so long since she had cried, she shed just one tear.
Her dear daughter would never know that her mother was here.
On the morn of the eve of infinity
Saw the eyes of a stranger I knew
As she danced to the tune of the Devil
By the silvery light of the moon
I said " Lady I came here for drinkin'"
But her burning gaze finished my sentence
She said " Sir! Won't you tell me your secret
And I'll be your queen of repentance"
So soldier or sailor live life to the last
Believe in the truth of expectance
For in some dark tavern or shady bordello
You may meet her the queen of repentance
Then her hand held mine like a grape to a vine
With a promise of pleasures untold
And this angel or wraith was to replace my faith
And shone light in a soul turned cold
So soldier or sailor come tell her your secret
For she's your last chance of redemption
Let the black in your soul be replaced by the light
Where no sin is too great for exemption
Eyes, in such a way, that some strange virture, some everlasting release
Was imparted to he. A strange bargain indeed; to resist the gods and to please
Satan in his rebellioin from all that was natural, yet also noxious
After a tie; for, to what end unlimited perfection…..it would seem abnoxious
With no end in sight; and big oaks and trees seeming mortal, yet not dying
Ever guessing His source, teasing their mysteries and playing
And their relation to Adam; her husband, not by choice
But a program counter-intuitive; such that her voice
Would only ever be a mere shadow, a gaunt echo
Of Adam and his Masters booming light, much like the gecko
Who hides softly and silkily in shade cool and damp
Or the giant elephant loping about clumsy who only seems to tramp
‘Why this gecko seeking moist air, when the sun chokes his breathe
Or the elephant, whose stampde maks him an unwelcome guest.
Not content to merely laugh at the huge trunk of the dromedary and his tusk
To reach up and grab his elephantine robes and to smell his musk
Likely she grew tired of the large mammal and his heavy hoof beats
Relentlessly poundingthe earth beneath, hearing him, perhaps from Africa to Crete
And caused the rumbling which finally toppled the walls of those fair cities Minoan
Or how else did the Kingdom of Knossos fall, so far, the ancient site shows a window
Of perfect harmony and bliss an ordered society and blest, with violence well at bay
The Idylli morals deepset in grape and olive, crushed sunset with sailors at play
Riding on top of dolphins and drinking from the boot, gathering for the store-house
Oil, Wine and Wheat; preparing for competition with glove to box or race to trod---no man a louse
It would seem this island fantasy a paradise much like that mentioned in Genesis, Eden
Where the rule of the monarch rested lightly on the people; and men had ample time to find their abundant pleasure, among the dolphin or minotaur
Where pictures depict gymnasts leapingover bulls and by so doing pass the bar
Of manhood in such simple and playful way, with manly innocence
They had proven their version of the garden—With good sense
Am I like this because you are like that?
Which feeds my life the juice of fire and water made in your memory?
which shows the dream of the sunflower held in the thought of your face.
When I'm alone, my heart and mind tangle in the web of your silk soul.
Am I like this because you are like that?
At times I remember when I flew like a shooting star in the sky of your eyes,
Then the wings of your hands glide in the wind to hold me around you
And in the breeze of your smile, I kiss the fire of love on your cold lips.
And so I have become because you are.
You are as a vineyard of thoughts in my mind;
And I bite each grape and burst the flavour of your essence in my mouth.
I drink until I get drunk with the wine of your memories.
I am like that because you are like this.
I am like this because you are love.
High above the clouds, a
magnificent, giant rainbow
named Roy stretched across
the sky.
Unlike ordinary rainbows
made of light, Roy was made
entirely of delicious, fruity flavors!
His bright red stripe tasted like
sweet strawberries, while his orange
gleamed with zesty tangerine.
Children looked up with watering
mouths as the yellow stripe rained
down lemon- drops.
The bright green band tasted
like crisp sour apples, making
everyone twist up their faces.
Sailors on the blue ocean licked
the air, tasting waves of refreshing
blue raspberry slushy.
The deep purple stripe at the
very bottom wrapped the hills
in a rich, grape- jelly mist.
Birds loved flying through Roy,
coming out with feathers smelling
exactly like sweet watermelons.
Whenever the sun shone through
a light rain, Roy would host a giant,
sky- high taste test.
He was the most popular bridge
in the world, bringing delicious
smiles to everyone below.
It stands in the middle of the field looking furiously across the distance with its two ears shooting in the sky and its adrenaline rising up in its feet and running around with fear.
What is the meaning in this when you are trying to get away from the precipice, the corners around it are very steep and it is walking towards the middle of the street running around in circle and doing a double dance.
The morning starts off with a bang with lots of media bangarang , pundits and commentators, deal breakers and opinion makers all gather around the town looking at full moon, and the miracle to be declared at noon.
It has been months of wrangle tangling and more than a hundred thousand hours of deal making and trucks full of negotiation driving up and down the street.
It alone knows what it wants, and it can only be said in expressions or in a few words moving slowly from the lips; it is not to be written on paper or fold up in a diaper but to be tendered gently and delivered with the rush of the breeze.
The horse is still walking around the track with a miracle mounted on its back and the sole of its feet has a marking that will show you how to enter the dome and exchange the throne.
Two phases are over and some people have just crossed over, the mountain is clear but the ambush is drawing near, a chicken in the middle of the street will make your heartbeat, it is unusual to see chickens in the middle of a busy street when traffic is flowing in several direction, and if you see a reindeer coming out of the bush leave that place quickly it might be an ambush .
The grape is running up the vine, the tension has decreased and the officials have taken to the street to stand in solidarity with the horse and the moose. I am wounded but I am not done yet, I will make your body sweat, I will go the extra miles until you breakdown and cry and I will lift you up and mount you on the horse and take you home.
Muscadine Sauce
2 Lbs. of muscadine grapes or
6 cups halfed grapes
1 1/2 cups of muscadine grape juice
1/2 cup of strawberry wine
1 tablespoon of ground ginger
2 T lemon juice
1/2 cup of sugar
1 teaspoon of cinnamon
1 Tbsp. of cornstarch
2 sprigs of rosemary
mix l in a pot bring to a boil whisk until a sauce is made set aside.
roll store bough sugar cookies and line a muffin pan
let rest
filling for cookie
2 cups softened creamed cheese
1/2 cup of mild creamy goat cheese
2/3 c of sugar
1 tbsp. of vanilla
1 egg yolk
4 tablespoons iof butter
21 tbsp. of cultured butter milk powder
3 T lemon juice
1 teaspoon of salt
mix well and pipe into the muffines and bake until cookies are done on a low heat.
severe in a bowl with vanilla icecream!
ganish with rosemary!
O My Jazmin-
I know, your pair of lips speaks of me
Your electrifying touch of hands solicits me
Your dramatic love letters invite me ardently
True to say, I engrave you in my silver canvas of desire
No, there I aspire me not to your pubescent breast,
to your appetizer lips, salacious buttocks,
to your stirring navel and waist
Really, I never seek me in your scandal mongering
I smell you in the blooming words of the Hamilton's Mythology
Where your smiling writes the timeless tales of gods and heroes
I smell you in the weaving hives of the Songs of Offering by Tagore
Where your walking sketches the panoramas of idolizing prayers
Dear Jazmin, you are my sea beach of the Patenga
I seek me in your footprints on the scattered pebbles,
You are my rising sun of flowery days
I seek me in the flying white clouds of the blue sky on you
You are my flowing Karnafully river, Halda valley
I seek me in the dashing busy port of your city,
You are bed partner of my resolute writings
I seek me in your pen and poetic anthology,
You are my youthful alehouse
In your grape wine I seek me,
You are enviable scent of my virginal dark night
I seek me in your seduced heart where moonlight hides
Here are masjids, there are temples
Here are holy shrines, there are eternal palace- graves
On the Cheragi hill through the flowers shops
I seek me everywhere at your starry night by the halo
O dear Jazmin, you are jazz music of my empty night
Come, once again come to me lit up the Lalon songs light
18.09.2020 Chattogram
broil two racks of pork ribs
cook well done
about 2 hours at 350.
remove ribs add
2 quarts of tomato paste
3 cups of shredded cabbage
5 tablespoons of lemon juice
4 teaspoon of white vinegar
1/4 cup of garlic (crushed)
1/2 cup of onion ( chopped)
1/4 cup of shredded carrot
5 tablespoons of celery seeds
2 cups of red bell peppers (diced)
1/4 cup of dried thyme
6 cups of rice( cooked)
4 tablespoons of ginger powder
1/4 c crown sugar& 1/4 c honey
4 Tablespoon of soy sauce
2 tablespoon of cayenne
1/2 cup of masala
3 cups of pork broth
add ribs back to the pan, cover with foil.
cook rice in oven until the tomato paste is well
blended with ingredients.
about thirty five minutes.
serve rice and ribs.
Mocosippa
3 cups of apple juice
4 cups grape juice
5 cups of spiced rum
1/2 cup honey
5 cups of raspberry ginger ale
1 cup of lemon
taste and calibrate to your liking.