Long Winery Poems

Thorns and prickles dangle at the root of the tree and the temperature is shouting at a hundred and seventy degree; destiny is baking a global cake and you have to get your slice before...

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A winery had a failure; a batch of wine is crook.
Those looking for a buyer, now don’t have to look,
for the vintage that is offered, hidden out of sight,
in a mystery went missing, from the...

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THROUGH A LATIN ROCK HAZE!

Grupo Pagan
gave a Latin/Rock clinic: driving rhythms,
complex melodies, sweaty adrenaline, and
earthy vibrations that plowed through the
crowd at the Greenwood Winery on a perfect
summer evening like a long-haul, fast freight
thundering through the...

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On a dry, summer day,
ridin’ back from the Laundromat with Reneé,
she’s got words in her mouth
that she’ll choke on if they don’t come out:
“Something died when you came west –
your malcontent, your empty threats
had me...

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Our oath is our soul keeping 
our joys are from smoking and drinking,
from the cannabis we cultivate a seeing
a laughter from the suffering 
a tear for the living memory
from the raw uncut winery 
We feel...

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    'in the blink of an eye"



the camera lense inside my eye decided to take flight
upon an adventurous love affair intending to ignite
while in the midst of viewing landscapes beautiful symmetry
capturing on...

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Down dusty dirt track
there was the winery
A rusty tin shed.
"Petulant Fandango"
It said on the sign
"Gidday anyone Home?"
"Hello, there, 
sorry I didn't hear you come."
With that we stepped inside.
Five folk were already there.
It looked like a...

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She is eighteen and tattoos are the latest rage." I'd like a tattoo please" she asks. I see a young girl in a messy ponytail and wonder if she'll pick something gaudy, then I will...

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I feel the world
            not going well:
           When the puppy from below
  ...

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A beautiful ride off into the sunset, and your horse 
passes through a blooming cherry orchard bordered by cedars; 
your leather saddle was rubbed with high-quality tobacco yesterday. 

It's a big herbal cherry sun that...

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May England be
     a enormous ship called:
     "Queen of the Seas"
      And that doesn't sink ...!

     
 ...

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The tender tendrils spiralling
                        on the stake
     ...

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The Entrepreneur 
I`m thinking of the man who was clearing land
He wanted to grow cabbage, a good idea especially
Since farmers get subsidies from EU for planting orange trees
The country drowning in orange twice a year
There...

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I said, do you fancy a drink, Tom?
He said where the hell is that stink from?
My dog cocked his leg
We smelt rotten egg
Because he had eaten my stink bomb

      ...

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This Fall the woods in West Virginia
will blast out loud with a blazing plethora
of audible colors
that will begin gently with a rustle
then build upon that painted whispering
into a vocalization of such intense tones
that will eventually...

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Never been to Tuscany
But when it comes to wine,
Napa and Sonoma
As a substitute are fine.

Even on a rainy day,
The rows of endless vines,
Combined with endless hills
Create magnificent designs.

At every winery, you sip
And sample, sniff and...

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Peaceful morn,oodles of dawn,
Reflecting light,the brown sleek lawn;
Dried,cool and winery gale,
Made a way over dale
The northern wind.

All the forests and flowers,
Dance and crack cheerfully all over the dried bowers:
Out of mind;my pains,

It sway's to drains
Dettering...

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There is a small town called Egg Harbor City
situated in central Atlantic County.
It is in the east coast state of New Jersey. 
Within is the renowned Renault Winery.
Makers of wine for more than a century,
Their...

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Tea in the well
Gin in the sea
Spices are floating 
In the clouds with me
Get a bottle of wine
And dine with me
Tariff in the big boat 
Dancing with me
Vodka on the rock
Locking at my new frock
Whisky...

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When the doodle
of the people opine
and the piss spore
squeeze,
there will be fields and tundras
in the deep hollow of
moonlight winery ...

Scope of voids
the crazy ones will say;
Reproaches from satires,
will say the maindenhair ...
But from the bottom...

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The tender tendrils spiralling in growth 
     round the stake
The grapevine so weak in structure
Yet the fruit juices makes the weakest
      of men the most valiant...

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