Wine Personification Poems

The Now Continuum

In the quiet pulse of the present's breath,
Lies the secret, the power that outlasts death.
Not in the past, where shadows cling tight,
Nor in...

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Wild, old dog singing everyday
It does not have a holiday 
Singing songs about other's glow 
Like, it does not have gleam to show 

It sings...

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Anger at all atrocities, frustrated fiery feeling, 
For our numbers to increase, we are all appealing.
Tigers with our orange and black striped features,
Magnificent, we are...

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A party is a body covered in freckles
the shape of wine glasses, circles
marking tables without coasters – 

its arms are askew like rugs kicked upon...

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If we were a beach
then you would be the sand, diamond warmth,
and I the shingle underfoot.

If we were a pen
then I would be invisible ink,
and...

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The crease in the bedspread, the fold in our pillows,
the bends in the doormat’s bristles, the off-angle shoe by the stairs.

The lip stain around a...

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Hear ye the testimony of my worth:
Since I belong to a family of flowering plants 
I’m a marvelous creation* of the Supreme Designer
With a blessed...

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Welcome April as  a roulette of  wildflowers
enchants my breath like nightfall's ambrosia,
flaming the delicacy of charmed kisses
and wine...how springtime breeze  pirouettes
to refresh...

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Dear Santa Claws, please bring me a new catnip mousey; my old one has so many holes that the nip won’t stay in and I...

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Park Bench #286
Boston Common
Christmas

Colder, less comfortable,
holding court with
weakly trembling sun
I offer my scant refuge -
a silent moment - awaiting
life’s unrepentant penitents.

I listen as regret
stings the...

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Her touch is toxicodendron 
Piercing eyes that easily penetrate
vulnerable senses overrun
Seduction is her pearl hip-handle gun

Don’t trigger her flowering attention,
or you’re sure to get a...

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I just ran into Miss Bear,
At the beauty parlor frosting her hair,
Says she's been there all day,
Trying to hide that pesky gray.

Said she has a...

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Age is not just a number 
she is time with a beautiful body , soft skin and the most perfect smile
She is an athlete and...

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You have really got no idea, 
No idea at all,
No idea about my life, 
From up there on the wall,

When, in the morning, you blankly...

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With pure silk curves, wrapped in a rose, 
Loosely sharing her neck,
Those ripples of love along her hard heart, 
Her round and vivid perfect, 

She...

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