Short Chianti Poems

Of open ravioli
Pepperonata
Tomato & pepper stew
Pesto & goats cheese
Slow roasted garlic
Chianti
Smell!...

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The juices from grapes, turns my warm blood into sweet red wine 
Let my veins be filled with vine


21 Syllable Poetry Contest 
Sponsor Kevin Shaw 
3-18-2019...

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There was an old woman:
a bit of a shrew - 
She couldn’t have children,
'cuz guy parts won't do.
A shocking pink swath
up there on her head,
she drank boxed Chianti
and raised cats instead.
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I wrote my dreams on the back of a paper bag.
Stuffed them down inside an empty bottle of Chianti 
and threw it into the ocean.
The tide rolled it right back to me,
with words as wet as my eyes.
-James K 2013, All rights reserved....

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just saying
chianti
makes me
sound 
so
Italian

but instead
of
buongiorno
my morning
is 
buenos dias

wine
replaced by
her
Colombian
coffee colored
eyes

i gave up
caffeine
but will
gladly drink
her cream
and my wine...

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~Evil Lucia~


Salad, spaghetti, Spumoni.
M-m-m good....
Lecherous Lucia lusted for the waiter,
Hardly the pizzazy food!
Swirling the Chianti in her glass,
Staring at that Sicilian, hunky, manly mass.



Panagiota Romios
3/28/2019...

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Message in a...Hic-up!...reddish bottle
I popped up the cork - installed a throttle
My mouth is now sore
Sour grapes - galore
I woke in Las Vegas as Ms. Pottle...(?!?)

6/21/2011
for Francine Roberts' Contest "Bottle of Wine,( fruit of the vine, when........) "...

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My mouth urges for divine taste 
A dinner...a la carte 
Some fine wine, Chianti 
Your mothers touch...her specialty 
She has givin it heart 
Bon Appetite, dear ex  


I'm having an old friend for dinner



Keep It Brief Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud 
8-4-2019...

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                  10/31/2023

“ O Sole Mio”, the accordionist plays.

 Your feet snuggle mine,in a Chianti, misted haze.

 The perfect place forus to become engraved!
  
  A little, shiny, dance floor, where we did the Tarantella.

  Those sensuous eyes,I, your forever, enchanted Bella!


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Coagulated cogitating
as the result of partying with Jim Beam
or was it my buddy Bud?

Moonshine mulligrumps
from a chianti hang over
the edge of a pledge.

Thinking drinking leads
to stinking thinking
someone cogently said
but, stinking thinking
is exactly whats in my head.

So a little bubbly
brings a smile for a while
and a blank slate
upon which to cogitate....

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Flannels warms the soft skin behind,
the silk topper brushes chin ward.
The air hangs heavy with the scent of lavender
and all is as it should be by moonlight.
Honeyed beams strike silver tendrils
tossed upon a pillow case.
Bhram's laces the sultry air.
Dark chocolate covers my tongue and lips
Chianti flows between breathes
and the night rises with upthrust hips
to crescendo in the the dark....

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Riesling whispers, bated 
breath,
Sapphire lies in blue.
Dreams and nothings, humid, 
swear,
What's a girl to do?
Dangling from dew stained 
strands,
Honey drenched promises.
A kiss, a sigh, venomous faith,
Submissive dominance. 
Saccharin sorrow, chocolate 
and tears,
Drowning, bittersweet.
Praying to the gods below, 
Let her taste defeat.
Chianti screams, suffocated, 
Amber smears of truth.
Dry reality, every silence,
The antiquity of youth....

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    Pizza!
    Two Glasses.
    With chilled Chianti.
    Jar of hot peppers.
    Charming red and white tablecloth.
    Warmed decorated Sicilian plates in baskets.
    Waiter stands attentively, to fil any needs .
    Cutting the thick delicious culinary Italian steaming treat.
    Shoes off, dancing to Italian music,beneath the table.
    Lastly, silver caraffe of coffee plus Spumoni with a cherry. 




    June 10, 2019
    8am PST
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A diamond sun lit up the azure skies,
And there was color in emerald fields,
Fragrant flowers in every hue and size,
Perky dabs of solar radiance revealed!

The beaming smiles were in the garden,
Just past the golden hour of the day
Of chianti sunflowers. Purple martins
Fluttered among the vibrancy at play.

It was peaceful, scintillating Sunday,
And speckles of color were everywhere,
With water lilies and singing blue jay,
While day moved toward sunset unaware....

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