Long Vineyards Poems
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You wear a crown forged in centuries of silence,
Not of gold, but of tears—each gem a wound,
Each jewel a stolen breath from lands unnamed.
The sun never set on your empire, Charles,
But neither did its shadow.
At seventy-three, you ascend a throne
Built on the backs of broken nations.
Malawi mourns not your reign, but its own hunger.
India remembers not your coronation, but its famine.
Africa, a continent whose blood was turned to diamonds,
Watches as you sit atop its bones, polished and silent.
How do you sleep in palaces older than justice?
With tapestries woven in denial,
And wine poured from the vineyards of suffering?
You speak of duty and devotion,
Yet your people starve under the illusion of unity.
The Commonwealth—what a beautiful lie.
A brotherhood of beggars before the banquet of kings.
You, heir not of wisdom, but of conquest.
Beneficiary of crimes so old they have become invisible.
You inherited the silence of the looted,
The riches built on the rupture of every sacred soil.
Where are your solutions, Charles?
Not in the silk of your robes,
Not in the gold leaf of your signatures.
The world cries out and you respond with ceremony.
You nod while oceans rise and children die in their sleep.
The kingdom is an echo chamber now.
Its walls grow thinner with every truth told.
The time of kings is passing—fast, fierce, final.
And your name will be carved not into stone,
But into the conscience of a world that woke too late.
Go, if you have mercy,
To the corners of your kingdom and kneel.
Not to be worshipped, but to weep.
Return what was stolen—not for glory, but for grace.
Because when the people rise—and they will—
History will remember not your title,
But your silence.
- A Voice from the Voiceless=
Flowers in a vase
Gifts of nature's bounty;
Fragrant beauty adorns
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Lizards stride
Wall to ceiling;
Snacking stray insects
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Gold fish bowl
Swimming jewels;
Watery perfection
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Glass of wine
Fragrant red tint;
Nature's own vigour
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Idyllic vineyards
Land stretching far;
Grapes for the wine press
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Stray flowers dance
Wind blown wayside;
Grass verge boundary
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Nature's abundance
Pomegranates and persimmons;
Fruit basket gift
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Temple visit
Gifts for ancestors;
Lovely dispensations
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Rooftop garden stroll
Busy bees buzzing;
Honey industry
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Noisy nestlings
Evening feed secure;
Treetop apartments
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Late evening breeze
Cold wetness chills;
Rain on the way
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Leon Enriquez
18 August 2014
Singapore
I'm silk-fire, curled in emblazoned quartz horizons,
Of aurous equator, rising in smoke as a secular bird,
From own fossil-ashes, flying to distant honey-shores, scarlet spun,
Stretching across merlot crusts of earth, like a coal-storm, sobered
Yet, my heart is not a silent sandstone, flaming with rage,
It whispers to my Mon Cherie, my arctic air,
In dialects of redolent romance, midst ethers of space,
And he, who fuels my glory by igniting spirit, emerges in graphite flares
Our skies are not sketched with rose-gold glitters,
Rushing in a black-horse's symphony,
crashing porcelain herbs,
We paint universe in ruins of lead and metallic cinders,
Me and arctic air, breathe as one in thunderous heartbeats of reverb;
Orbiting in jade bonfires of ornamented redwood,
While cradling wrath in crimson vineyards,
Has any nurtured offspring of starburst hope withstood,
If our eclipsed union is a toxic twinkle upon sacred lotus' haven-yarns?
Immigrant from a sun kissed land
I come from a sun kissed land made of gold and green.
From a people of color black, white and colored,
We are the original rainbow nation.
For holidays we love our road trips, down to the Cape To see the sea, it takes forever,
so the holiday begins from the start of the motor in the middle of the pitch black nights.
We drive along roads, beaten by tires, many travelers drive on a river of tar, to glimpse great fierce waves.
Sun, sea and beach, we revel and delight on shores of sun kissed land.
We play hide and seek in vineyards of purple or white and green, as the taste of the land thrills our tongues and we giggle with glee due to wine made with perfection.
We surf on waves, a mile or more long, we are sun kissed and brave.
We eat lunch on tables made out of mountains, as we peer at the lions head across the way!
We know the cry of the Lion, so wild and free, with his friends, Giraffe and great big ole Elephant.
We have shops in all four corners, North, South, East and West where we can feast our eyes for hours, in Johannesburg, the concrete jungle so fierce, so strong, so regal.
Meat is abundant and all kinds are for sale, catch a fish, hunt a buck, put both on the coals
Any weekend in summer, that's where we will be, out in the shining, kissed by the sun, sharing food and a smile
We are fierce protectors of the land we love.
We support our boys of green and gold, in cricket, or rugby or soccer,
we don't mind what they play, the game is our passion and watching them win, our celebration
Sunsets of purple and sunrises of orange
Purple jacarandas to line the road
We are a sun kissed, colorful nation - and we are all for one and one for all.
Yes I come from a country sun kissed and loved
My story there has ended but I love where it begun.
Its home I miss, my home I long for.
I may be somewhere else, but I will always be sun kissed.
Chantelle Smith
12 January 2026
Sustain me with faith to increase the sweetness of inner joy,
let my eager palate taste the freshness of these citrons...
as love overflows the walls of the humblest and sincerest heart:
o beautiful maidens...like the swift gazelles and hinds,
don't awaken any amorous desire in me before its time!
On His left arm I find rest, as His right arm embraces me;
my Lord is the eternal keeper, His voice vibrates over mountains and hills
and keeps me safe from the dangers and impurities of the world...
shielding me from the tears, sorrows and pains given to the sinners.
The fig trees have been fruitful and give off their fragrance,
every vine is blossoming..." Get up, my chosen one, my just one and come away!"
He speaks to me saying, " Come away, faithful one...all suffering is done,
my grace is upon you: the flowers have bloomed in the fields;
rejoice and sing your praises to me! Hear my voice roaring through the Holy Land!"
O my Holy one, I long to see your shining and glorious face
in the Mount Sinai and hear Your loud voice speak with a tone of kindness.
Cast away the thieves and envious ones who spoil the vineyards...
will they bring forth good wine that I will serve at banquets?
My Lord is mine and I am His delight, He guides His flock among innocents
and until the dawn has fully risen and all shadows have vanished:
become my Savior and like the gazelle or tender stag climbing rugged terrain,
a messenger or child will unexpectedly come to accomplish Your work.
Will you dance with me?
a magnetic force in his laser gaze
tantalized her dizzying breath in adrenaline.
beats of heart, in songs of electrified music
beyond confines of milonga dance floor.
a spotlight opened a new heaven
and pranced a thrill of drunken vineyards.
A whole world of grief was left behind
as dreams germinated in her satin eyes.
holding his arms, face close to face
their eyes locked in each other.
time ricocheting fluid steps, a fast turn...
spinning a tango around his vertical axis
she could feel the tangy connection
rooted strong in curves of alignment
twirling in his machista, an alchemic mix
resonated as they leaned in abrazo.
joyous feet hooked in circles of promise.
silver shoes swayed in magic tango
Will you marry me ?
Cinderella waited for a fairytale end.
Dated 20th March 2020
In the heart of the Loire valley
Where the river wends its way
A young dreamer lured by nature
Free of care played music gay
As he wandered along footpaths
Playing lightly on his flute
By the vineyards in abundance
And the orchards full of fruit.
It was there that he encountered
A fair maiden and her art
She was painting on her canvas;
With a smile she stole his heart.
From then on they met in secret
Near the rolling hills in green
Where the flowers looked in wonder.
They were happy and serene.
They made love and plans together
Spoke of dreams they meant to share
Looked at life through coloured lenses
And built castles in the air.
Then one night a storm erupted
Unexpected in mid May,
Raging waters in a frenzy
Came and took her life away.
All his dreams were quickly shattered
And the castle tumbled down
For his Queen of Hearts had left him
Broken king without a crown.
In the ruins of the castle
He was left to sit and grieve
And his friends who came to visit
All were kindly asked to leave.
Days and nights passed undetected
As he dreamed of raven hair
On his lips he felt her kisses
Woke to find she was not there.
Then one day, he rose with vigour
Once again he built the dream
Made a castle even finer
Standing stately by their stream.
And the people came to marvel
At the wonder of this sight
For there in the very centre
Was her statue gleaming bright.
Now the castle so resplendent
Stands a testament to love
Which will never wane or wither
Conquers death and soars above.
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26th August, 2015
Paul Callus & Eileen Manassian
Contest: Partner Up
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Don’t Speak
Close your sweet lips
So I may whisper wine drops in your ears
Close your eyes
So that I may wisp you to magical delusions
Where the scent of love
Wraps around your essence
Your nectar enticing and perfume captivating
You need no words at all
For the love above shall embrace us all
Together, we shall dance in all kinds of weather
Me and you
Love letters bashful and vineyards that grow
With each whispered word
Let me wrap my arms around you
Love has fermented in eternal caskets
The bonds shall keep us together and free
No one can hurt us
Eden was be quested to us
Our paradise until we turn to dust
The stars in the sky
The raging fire warming loins below
Angels massaging our seductive dreams
Do not speak; hear your heart and ponderous desires
You know you are a flame on fire
Scream for me
As I shall conquer for you
The love within the heart
The love never to be
Do not speak
For teardrops have spoken
The sadness within awoken
Do not speak
Our love was to keep
Inside the bowl of teardrops
Evaporated
Far off, it has begun to walk the planet,
first it must be buried in a nearby field,
while flights of dreams migrate
from unrealistic expectations.
Meanwhile,
worms' imperceptivity reshape reality.
Fresh perceptions
bloom like cherry trees in Death Valley
neglected vineyards are resuscitated
one vine at a time.
Tomorrow will show up darkly,
it may forestall or bolster,
we may only know for sure
when the roof of the sky is raised,
even so, night still roams somewhere
weeding out exhausted stems of light.
It is just diurnal time
dipping in and out of our eyes,
it’s only the ever displaced and ever prodigal
exchanging old and new testaments of hope
upon a circular racetrack,
one not at all of our making.
Pray, what is your purpose, Death?
Carrying souls to their fated dues,
Via your messengers, beings so vile and so ugly
That the eyes hurt simply by looking at them!
Are you part of God's team?
Acting on His orders, reaping souls from the mundane
Like we reap grapes from vineyards?
Or do you act on your own?
Attempting always to snatch souls away
Before they manage to reach the abode of God?
Pray, Death, why do you even exist?
Living leads us nowhere,
We grow, we bloom, we reach our apex
Only to turn into decaying messes!
Then, you come around and you submit us
To another dose of torture
As, supposedly, we are to be punished for how we have played
All this time!
Existing is like being strapped to an everlasting tornado
Swirling and swirling into an incomprehensible medium
Going nowhere and being meaningless and burdensome!
Why, Death, are you secured from your own purpose?
Do you not meet with Death too?
If so, then, is existing not void?
Pray, enough of all of this senseless drama
We are slaves, each one of us,
From Mother Earth, to humans, to you Death,
We are slaves, we own nothing, we rule not even ourselves
We chose not even to birth
Life is simply imposed upon us and tagged we become
With a load of actions leading to some reactions
Which push us towards deeper detriments!
Enough, I am fed up,
Religion is a lie!
Life is corrupt!
Humans, fooled into a plot to accept their own existence,
To soothe their suffering
Remain compelled to act as per some guidelines!
Why, Death, I am at a stage where I have lost faith in everything
My heart has coiled around it,
The snakes of negativity and they constantly inject it
With their venomous broods!
I crave to be soothed,
But I wish to have my questions answered,
What is your purpose in all of this?
More, what is my purpose while I lead an existence
In a false world?