Short Cognac Poems

cognac caviar
beer and nuts
friends in all circles



posted on September 28, 2018...

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Kebabs of halloumi
Parmesan doughnuts
Spicy pumpkin linguine
Rosti and spinach
Frangipan tartine
Cognac ice-
Creamy !...

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Heavenly tiramisu
Cognac mascarpone
Lady fingers espresso
Cocoa sugar eggs
Layer and finish
Ecstasy  – 
Love


For the contest, “EAT ME!”...

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There once was a stooped man from Pontiac
Who was an old ailing insomniac
He tried pills
Added to ills
He should have been drinking brandy cognac...

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Stylish Zelli's shoes are unique,
they stand out in my neat boutique;
what a distinguished look
in a suit nobody took...
green cognac is gorgeous and chic!...

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Neglige' i bought earlier
Inspired my creative
Genius for 
Hot and steamy, yet
Tasteless strip show

Cognac with our meal
Along with lingerie, spark such
Playful moods.....

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Brandywine, so warm and tender,
lends me a touch of pleasure.
veins like ivy, beautiful and green—
love an elixir of tranquility.

Vin de cognac, si chaud et tendre,
me donne une touche de plaisir.
des veines comme le lierre, belles et vertes—
aimer un élixir de tranquillité.

9/21/2021...

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Silken linens scented of 

  last night's rendezvous,

     still wafting midst

         reticent moments, 

cognac and aromatic

   candlelight burning 'neath

      surreptitious breaths, 

  as we unfurled

     sultry seduction's poetry 

              'tween clandestine shadows...

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Caper with asparagus porridge,
accompanies fake ravioli
with supreme sweet eggplant ...
All sipped with a porto wine
of passion fruit ....
Hawaii vermicelli,
rubbing mussels
bread crumbs
crowded larva sections
inside peanut crumbs
portuguese cognac within
and pineapple with avocado
al juice...

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Cognac & Brandy recollections,
   sublime warmth 'tween
        smoky exhaled vapors,
wisps of  Madagascar aromatics 
       & blazes of Autumn firesides
    amidst a French Château fantasy,
  dipped in honeysuckle reminisces 
      of cardamom spice and the pungent
         zest of once upon twilit legends...

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The ache in my back
  puts me on track
for a double dose
  of rum and cognac

The pain in my feet
  I'd like to delete
Pour me a double martini
  stick of cherry zucchini

The throb in my head
  makes me feel half-dead
I know this sounds risky
  a liter, 90-proof whiskey

Thus fortified
  no need for bromides
We're flying to Prague
  make mine an eggnog...

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Kneel down beside my river
Drink of my pure desire
As you make my body quiver
Setting my Essence on fire
Stroke me until I'm Intoxicated
From lips that taste of cognac
Doesn't have to be complicated 
Melting until my body goes slack
Hold me like there's no tomorrow
Embrace me within warm arms
Then kiss away all of my sorrows
Steal my heart with all your charms...

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I’ve danced on tables

My boots laced high

I have that kinda style

Cognac in one hand

Tambourine in another

I go on for miles

Songs of sorrow

Songs of love

Sweeping the night time air

Stars all aglitter 

A toast to you

Glasses raised high in the air

We sang and we danced

We laughed and romanced

Days that lasted forever

Now we look on

As they dance to our song

Our days have but gently ended...

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What is beauty to the unseeing eye?
                  Why does it seem to contradict?
The beholder beholds, the beholders conflict. 
       Are other senses true while the eyes lie?

Listen... to the dawn arise,  hear the birdsong. 
            Feel... the cool, naughty slide of silk on your back.
Breathe... in the sin of aged Italian cognac.
         Taste the deep savor of meat smoked all day long....

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Today
I think of myself as the dew on pink morning roses,
the ones in aunties garden,
i smell them now that the moon has slipped away,
leaving in its' wake
a circus
of 
seashells that were once fine minds, 
women who endured the night and
its men who spoke of their own grandeur 
after the cognac bottle was dry. 
I see them through the prisms of a dewdrop self, 
still silent as the morning rose bursts forth....

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The rich man sups his Cognac
As he sits and relaxes
Complaining in his mind about
The level of his taxes,
Congratulates himself 
On the amounts
Secreted away in
Offshore Accounts,
Wines and dines his Advisor
Just to show his thanks.
The poor man shows his gratitude 
For his local Food Banks.
Both profess Christianity
Which seems an oxymoron
Or are the Camel and eye of needle
Out of date and long forgotten....

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