Long Muscadine Poems

My Mama and my Papa. They're good and kind, pure and refined. 
Sixty-three years together, their loves become genuine.
Like sweet expressions of art; Papa a poem and Mama a song.
With me, they share their wisdom....

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In the hush of twilight’s gentle embrace,  
A locket swings, a whisper of grace.  
Its surface tarnished, like memories confined,  
Yet within its heart lies love intertwined.  

Muscadine wine spills dreams...

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In the cellar, by the stair way, is an old jug of muscadine.
It brings back sweet memories of an old friend of mine.
We used to chat and play chess to fiddle the time away.
It mattered...

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Have you ever had a black berry bush
Drooping with wild fruit that you were hungry for,
Only to be driven away by
A swarm of wasps encircling its briers?

Have you ever picked up a plum off the...

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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...

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Sea glass teeth frosted by sand
clinking their music held loose in my hand
Muscadine chewing, so sweet, less the seeds
walking like a girl who fulfills all her needs
Hair cut and coconut wax scent intrinsic
(the shorter the...

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I had a brain like an old motorbike,
I rode it back and forth
just to get laid by whomever, and that strange one
who kept cats under her long skirt.

Truth is a marmalade calligraphy.
I yodel blood-songs
prophets have...

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The truth is –
mango
mildew, marmalade ghosts.
 
I have a brain like an old motorbike,
I ride it back and forth
just to get laid by you, and her, and that strange one
who kept cats under her long...

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In the shade of wild trees 
grew muscadine vines,
and in our Tarzan youth 
we would swing out 
on them from the top 
of cliffs over the creek 
sixty feet below and we 
did notfall down,...

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Muscadine grape vine
entwine...smell of bovine
forest edge
sedge
briars growing down the line.

I love the country
The country loves me
I’m as rock solid planted 
As my hundred year old tree

Watermelon field
hi yield...Alpaca deal
stocked lakes
drakes
the red barn I want to...

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Muscadine grape vine
entwine...smell of bovine
forest edge
sedge
briars growing down the line.

I love the country
The country loves me
I’m as rock solid planted 
As my hundred year old tree

Watermelon field
hi yield...Alpaca deal
stocked lakes
drakes
the red barn I want to...

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