A bittersweet taste of isolation grips
while ambling into our unlit attic,
escorted by a window's glassy beam ...
And I notice a disarray
of your keepsakes...history books,
stale cigars, antiques In fluted trunk
all muddily undone:
Somehow, clouds turn deep violet
where I uncover a file of private notes
intimate as your very skin, your breath
marking our years' affectionate episodes--
Till my dire soliloquy, my ached calls
hide beneath an ocean of black stars ,
recalling now, your gentle caresses
that I wake within the rose wilderness
of your arms...forlorn:
Tonight, I fetch a Sauvignon
warming a rainy October dusk --
yet a mirage of sirens greets me
deafened by Fate's ending I cannot hold,
this room swallowing me
In total vaqueness as my lungs pine
for your name I can only hear...
I beseech the sun to undress
the stars, but could my plea
be more strong than theiving time?
How midnight groans like a widow for this loss.
Today I am without inspiration
and write a poem
not with words but with
chuck beef cubed and coated
in flour, seared in a pot
until golden brown
then deglazed with a good cup
of cabernet sauvignon - I pack
the lines with shallots, celery,
carrots, seasoning and a can
of crushed tomatoes and then cook it
for hours in a gentle oven.
I savour the smell all day,
hear it bubble in the silence
as it deepens
within the dark magic of itself,
taking on meaning beyond
its mere ingredients. Lifting
the lid, the thick crusted gravy
announces its completion.
Come, take a spoon
and plunge it into its depths.
Taste poetry.
salt and pepper six large beeff bones bake at 350 for 35 to 40 mins.
remove a cool
remove marrow from the bone and set aside
2 cups of chopped minced fine cremine mushrooms
1 cup of olives chopped fine
1/2 cup of minced onion
2 T of minced garlic
4 T of roasted bell pepper
1/2 stick of butter
salt and pepper
1 teaspoon of cayenne pepper
4 T conagac
2/3 cups of heavy cream
2 T of dried thyme
Cook the mushroom duxelles. Sauté very finely chopped mushrooms, shallots, and thyme together into a flavorful paste.
mix in marrow
mix well and set aside
We want Two cups of cooked fork tender pot roast
shred pot roast into small fine pieces
and add to the mushroom mixture
cut the Pate A Chouxs in half removing any extra filling
or remove the tops
layer prosciutto in the puffs and
add beef mixture
serve with Crispy Garlic Parmesan Fries
and Salad with a light vinaigrette and
Cabernet Sauvignon and Merlot
Enjoy!
Hide this bottle from me,
That I could drink
This Chateauneuf du Pape
More tempting than the smile of a maid,
this Saint Emilion sneaky
Who has no saint but the name,
Hide this bottle from me,
This haut c$ote de Beaune,
Straight from the Middle Ages,
This rosé of Provence so sincere
Who would make pretty Bretons blush,
In a creperie of Brest.
Hide this bottle from me,
This Sauternes so sweet, so sweet
That makes high school girls naughty,
Hide me this bottle,
That I might well drink,
This wild little sauvignon,
Love is enough to make me drunk.
Cachez-moi cette bouteille,
Que je pourrais bien boire
Ce Chateauneuf du Pape
Plus tentant que les fesses d’une pucelle,
ce Saint Emilion sournois
Qui n’a de saint que le nom,
Cachez-moi cette bouteille,
Ce haut côte de Beaune,
Venu tout droit du Moyen Age,
Ce rosé de Provence si sincère
Qui ferait rougir de jolies bretonnes,
Dans une crêperie brestoise.
Cachez-moi cette bouteille,
Ce Sauternes si sucré, si doux
Qui rend les lycéennes coquines,
Cachez moi cette bouteille,
Que je pourrais bien boire,
Ce sauvignon peu sauvage,
L’amour suffit à m’enivrer.
palmlike branches sway
in a late august breeze
as the afternoon sun languishes
the waiter brings my glass
of sauvignon blanc
and i feel decadent
alone at a table for four
just me and my muse
taking in the view
summer exhales its last breath
refusing to let go as of yet
while vacationers come
to accept their days are numbered
and do their best to stretch
each divine hour
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
multi nuanced
flavour
many coloured
& aromas to savour
always in the taste
& swallowed
without haste
bottled
magnums
& jereboam,
bouquets
to hint
of lemon & jam
chadonnay shiraz
sauvignon
tempranillo
merlot jostle
in a throng
the trinity
champagne
sherry& port
the latter
stilton's best escort
beaujolais
loved
by the light-hearted
a lingering thirst
&race
to import first
none
can surpass
rioja's reserva
at a thousand feet
oak aged
ripened
in summer heat
multi nuanced
flavour
many coloured
& aromas to savour
always in the taste
& swallowed
without haste.
bottled
magnums
& jereboam,
bouquets
to hint
of lemon & jam
chadonnay shiraz
sauvignon
tempranillo
merlot jostle
in a throng
of
wein germanic
bernkastel moselle
&
the trinity
champagne
sherry& port
the latter
stilton's best escort
beaujolais
loved
by the light-hearted
a lingering thirst&
race
to import
first
none
can surpass
rioja's reserva
at a thousand feet
oak aged
ripened
in summer heat
Soft and throbbing,
Cerulean blue, by candlelight,
She appeared.
He was immediately captured!
Sparking brown eyes
With heavenly shards
Of pure, heavenly, golden light.
She was his dazzling, pure delight.
He was all hers, in an
Instant, by divination.
Their bodies encircled~
formed a perfect love nation.
Clinking, crystal glasses of
Chilled Sauvignon Blanc.
And he wanted more of her
Salome, tantalyzing taunts!
1/25/2021
~3~
She don’t need much
She don’t ask much
Just a box of chocolate
A bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon
And life is delightfully delicious
Diamonds are girls best friend and so is chocolate
Chocolate is her daily dose
her therapist
her energy
her happiness
her love
Come to think of it -
Everything is good when made with chocolate
Roses are red and so is wine
Wine is feeling sooo fine
keep calm
happy thoughts
Happy life
drink more wine
Come to think of it-
The more you drink wine the better to help save water
So there
chocolate and wine
A delicious sweet life
Akkina Downing
11/13/20
Moon Fantastique
The moon peeked in and said, "Hello!"
And then, shocked, on the floor, slipped my bowl
of trembling, deepest, red jello!
You don't know the delight this sparked in me.
This summer's night, now so glorious with the moon
flooding the room bright.
My sequined slippers like sparkling rainbows, splashed
colors all over the room.
Even the jello rippled a romantic crimson!
As if I were floating in a La Mer Cabernet Sauvignon
Mr. Moon, and me~ah in unforeseen, extraordinary
vintage, sparkling, celestial ecstasy!
June 28,2020
9:30pm PST
A glorious Spring day, my love!
Won't you come by and let's play?
A picnic next to the placid lake.
Caesar salad, brioche, Cabernet Sauvignon.
How about munchy crackers and Brie?
Just the swimming ducks, the loving lake gently
touching the shore.
And best of all, you plus me, reading Cummings' poetry.
With sun shaded lascivious eyes, under waving elm trees
and a free, cloud pillowed sky
A delectable lunch...even French coffee and for dessert
....me plus thee!
May 20, 2020
2pm PST
Poem# 1282
P Patience is a virtue, a footstep
A Along the road of life, ambrosia
T To a world in turmoil; the tiniest
I Interjected bits of soul food like, Fusilli,
E Egg pasta with zucchini and mushroom sauté.
N Nice parmesan and pecorino cheese atop; such a crown with,
C Cabernet Sauvignon added, for a meal so aromatic
E Everyone will celebrate!
3-10-2020
STRAND CHOICE B,any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Guadalcanal 2019
Tour boat, ice-blue water.
Five rubber rafts,
12 heroes each, approach
Antarctic 'beach'.
‘Explorer’: 'Look! Penguins!'
Rest chirp approval, focus Canons,
shoot the penguins left and right.
'Great' 'Wonderful'.
Two hours later, 3-star restaurant,
Tierra del Fuego.
'Global warming...'
from the end of the table.
Heads nod assent. Crab dinner,
good Sauvignon Blanc. 'This is great!' 'Wonderful!'
Are they talking about the crab? Or the penguins?
Does it matter?
Clad in flowing purple
Like a full-bodied
Cabernet Sauvignon
She vanishes into the
Shadows of the night
While I stand alone,
Dreamily savouring
The lingering aftertaste
Of her aromatic kiss.
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© September, 2018
Inspired by RS
Along this season’s mid quarter-time,
I find myself wandering between
The raw of night’s wanton pleasure
And the sacredness from morn awakened:
Late evenings replay a dancing fire
when each hour blazes thrilled adventures
daring the self to run with passion: jazz music
gyrating through city lanes, sauvignon kisses
from love’s rendezvous, the late communion
with this artist's brush—an expressionistic glow!
The Poet's Own for Greg Barden's Contest
8/29/2017
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