Tannins Poems - Poems about Tannins

...I stumbled last night and today After a year and 8 months It started with Chinese cooking wine It began with the night's emptiness Wine becomes bad days alone Beer is weak but fills a belly Br......

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...Extra bitter are the tannins found in this ink My ignorance caused this heart to sink Remembering you waving on a grassy knoll Ice is all that covers it now just as it does my soul To think I saw......

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...Late the music played in the smoky air in our noir Bogey and Bacall vignette, and hands that stroked your silky chestnut hair held a red wine and lit a cigarette. Your soft skin smelt of ......

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...Ecology, Humanity, Me, & Tea A fox at the altar. Bee nests to seek before light. A rabbit where the fox’d trot. (Foxes have only ever trot. Perhaps fast, or nimbly, or slow - they do n......

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...A beautiful ride off into the sunset, and your horse passes through a blooming cherry orchard bordered by cedars; your leather saddle was rubbed with high-quality tobacco yesterday. It's a bi......

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...let it breathe reanimation for wine too dear to hell with tannins drink coffee and tea......

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...A raging river tenaciously floods Tannins and silts combine to dark blood A hut, just fifty metres, occupying their sight Two men, cold and wearied, stuck for the night An adventure all plan......

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...As the dew falls to the ground, Sparkling bright and new as the sun rises. The aromas of flora and life excite the senses With the winds of early morn caressing the day. Light and life, the livel......

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...Offended is an expensive Vintage blended lacking precision I recommend a less sulfuric fermentation -----------Varietals------------- grapes of wrath so much to offer each glass examine swirl sm......

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...Brown June 25, 2010 at 1:11pm This is brown…umbre, It is shadow and that which you think you see there, It is a mixture of all colors, and as such, it includes and underlies everything, It is......

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...COOKING WITH JIM actually, with him in spirit, in the kitchen of his quaint brownstone on West 12th Street in Manhattan, decades after his death. And quite at home with......

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...Wasn't meant to be mine... Or yours, or his There was none to give Foolishly longing for what I'd never... you'd never... we would never be How so vibrant yet empty? Compassionate, heartless......

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...I love you when you're lucid (or when your mind is going) and even when the whiskers of your confidence are blowing I love it when your tannins filled with acid burn my mouth and even when you......

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