Long Zinfandel Poems

Like a present long waited for that is sealed
I’m in and out of love and don’t know how to feel
Although my love life has come to a yield
Now is the time to harvest the fresh...

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COOKING WITH JIM                      

actually, with him in spirit, in the kitchen 
of his quaint...

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Zzzzz
Zzzzz

               -Zzzzz
               Zzzzz

Zz...
(???)
Zoe?

    ...

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Zinfandel is a man to me who I see as being fine as wine
And at times when we talk words coming out my mouth
Are not the same words going through my mind

Ok, so he's married,...

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You didn’t notice my tears.

As you both kissed each other
like two lonely plungers
who just escaped from plumber’s solitary confinement,
your eyes open and wander up.

You didn’t look across that banquet hall
with my feet planted against wood...

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They say Cabernet Sauvignon pairs nicely with steak
Pinotage, they reckon, for cheese
Tempranillo is the choice for Mexican grub
But, I'm somewhat easier to please

I've tried a fair few "Reds", on a weekend night
While chilling to some...

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I can think of no better contentment that can be had,
Lounging in my robe and slippers comfortably clad,
Than relaxing by the hearth in my favorite chair,
Gazing at the dancing flames, ah, nothing can compare!

A winter...

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My stained glass image
was a ripe peach 
with spilt Zinfandel
like electric rubies
pooling around a gentle ray.
It was a colour hungering
to weave spirit out of light,
so that all my prism  
touched felt nothing
but the energy...

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My dog is named Scrap
He drank beer on tap
Slurped, burped, fell over and napped
No fault of my own but I took the rap. 

The bar tab was forty bucks plus a tip
Appetizing jerky tips, and...

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A VINE IN WINTER

Cut back and trimmed to grow back in Spring
But soon there will be all those signs of growth
Rows of vines up the hillside that started thinner
Next year’s grape harvest may even be...

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Of the many things that I like I could go on ad infinitum,
But it would take reams of paper should I list every item!
So I'll confine myself to ten or so things that I like...

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Drinking

Remember the evening before the open mic
When we went to that pizza place in the Village
And bought two beers 
Wrapped in brown paper bags?
We guzzled as we
Walked city streets
Carrying our precious guitars, 
Giggling like misbehaving...

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TODAY

There are days when you wake up and realize
that the quality of light is as bright as you will
see all day, and there are days when, no matter
what the level of light, you are cruising...

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On the last Thursday before Labor Day							

Janey and Sue-Sue sneak down 

to Alison’s beach in Harpswell						

to slam bottles against the rocks at low tide.


Only tinted vessels will do like blue Zinfandel 

and violet Riesling. I...

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Subconscious thought periodically drops you into my cotton candy dream world.

The FM dial drizzles my mind with syrupy sweet remnants of the past.

I bite through the chewy nougat of what-could-have-been.

Zinfandel-laced thought processes amplify the rich,...

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Adorable Michelle
A blonde bombshell
A chic mademoiselle
Moved like a gazelle

Vicious rumours ripe to dispel
Everything between heaven and hell    
Around on the carousel from rebel to infidel
Jealous wagging tongues, wasn’t hard to tell

Really she...

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We dine on a bowl of berries

a heart of Almond Roca

and chocolate covered cherries 

a glass of  White Zinfandel wine

scent  of white carnations



Holding his soft warm hand    with ease 

I...

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Mid-April evening, overlooking Clear Lake
at Chelsea’s Wine Bar, a party of one:

Sipping white zinfandel, I feel the chill
of my half-empty glass while fancy-free

flatware clatters impassive pageantry.
A moment.  An hour.  Another, until,

on the wooden...

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Scent of blue is
blueberries rolling across
a syrupy pancake pile
in shades of sugary baubles
dancing in a plate.

Sharp bleu cheese spread delicately
upon a garden flavored cracker
and washed down with a soft
white Zinfandel, on a chilly Autumn night.

Blue-hued,...

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S’mores please
The sloppier the better
Not in the microwave!
Over an open campfire

With the marshmallow black on one side
That’s the crunchy part we do not get from microwaves
And while we are sitting here telling all of our...

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