Your wrists smell of fig sap and October rain
your shoulder blades two furrows turned for seed
your spine the long fence-row the sparrows read
at dusk, each vertebra a sheaf of grain
The vineyard heaves into your windowpane
as roots cleave—slow, below, agreed
and where your collarbone dips, the ripe world feeds
its split apricot, moth-wing, what my palms have gleaned
I turn toward you at the sink, your hair still wet
and lay my ring along the small of your back
the pear boughs laden, the foxes at the run
the creek gone sloe at the farthest bend
what forty years of kneeling cleaves in earnest
one body known, the soul brought into harvest.
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XX is Female
XY is male
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Health and Fertility
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Muscovy and American Buff hydryds
where talked about.
Sceince would use two turkeys
2 muscovy duck
and two american Buff
to create a new taste.
Lacking the fishyness of goose
the gameyness of wild turkeys, geese and ducks
they looked to solve the evolutionary problem of
making a bird
that is cheap afordable
and willing to reproduce quickly and cheaply
for a public that is willing to buy.
"These species are genetically and taxonomically completely incompatible. Because they belong to different taxonomic groups (turkeys belong to the Galliformes order, while Muscovy ducks belong to Anseriformes), they cannot produce viable offspring"
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Do not donate to this Cause!!!!
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"if we start tonight
out daughter or son
could be born on the night of the Superbowl!"
Valentines Day!
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Pro. and Mrs. Steymmey and Dillgeldob Whoretense P.H.D.
Stolen kisses
After Sunday prayers
This brings me back to my vineyard days
Playing fools
Feeling like warriors
Humming the song of the mockingjays
Walking glistening streams
Dreaming sizable dreams
Under moonlight beams
Caught in a violet haze
Promises kept,
What can’t be said will be wept
I’ll find my way to you in every maze
My heartiest devotion
To this fleeting notion
Vows whispered gently
Now written in blood
For the longest I believed that time decays
But you’ve restored the faith of my vineyard days
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I find I thirst more day by day
for the True Vine, oh, sweet bouquet
with one drop on tongue, love immersed
more day by day, I find I thirst
the fruit is pressed through trials unsung
love immersed, with one drop on tongue
yet in the vine we find sweet rest
through trials unsung the fruit is pressed
we’re pruned and purged by design
we find sweet rest, yet in the vine
into the vine the branch is merged
by design we’re pruned and purged
one body, one heart, all entwine
the branch is merged into the vine
warmth of Spirit like wine impart
all entwine, one body, one heart
Vineyard in the Autumn, grape leaves turning yellow and brown,
they've fallen and covered the ground.
Now, soon, Golden Moon will swoon in the night sky!!!
Nature abounds with the sacred gift of life.
Jieranai Maier ©?
@2014
You have not yet learned how to scream
Nor shout or yell or call
You have learned how to bottle
Pouring wines from your fingertips
You are a vineyard of emotions
Anger plucked too early from the vine
Is the sourest crop you grow here
But guilt is your most popular flavor
You sell a wine called "The Seven Sins"
You had no idea fermented fear would sell so well
It fills your head with whispers or addicts
But customers love the adrenaline aftertaste
I'd like to buy your vineyard, please
I'd like to burn it to the ground
I'd like to set the "no talking" sign aflame
And I'd like to hear you scream
As your life work falls to ash and smoke
I'd like to hear you scream
Please, I beg, learn how to scream.
Ballerina firefly,
Your beauty,
Is that of enchanted vineyards,
In the sighs,
of the Summer wine,
Enchantress,
Down to earth,
As spring lillies,
Your beauty,.
Is scintillating,
And kind,
with its modest stars,
Even in autumns undressing,
And shedding of leaves,
The way you change dresses,
In evenings,
elegant and rugged verandas,
And shimmer in and out,
Of them,.
into a naked casualness,
Bright and warm,
as vineyard flowers,
From their petals,
And your Beautys gaze,
I kiss sweet,
enchanted butterflies,
From the fluttering wings,,
Of your exotic eyes
Reynaldo Casison
Wellington vineyards bathed by sun's golden ray,
Where luscious grapes in symphony sway,
A nectar's birth, an art divine,
Behold Doolhof and their noble wines.
Crimson hue, an artist's delight,
Telling stories about secrets of the night,
With each sip, a tale unfurls,
Of 80 hectares and passionate swirls.
On lips it dances, a velvety kiss,
Igniting senses with flavours of bliss,
A symphony of notes, harmonies true,
Whispering secrets, enchanting anew.
So raise your glass, let your worries fade,
Embrace the magic this elixir has made,
For in each sip, a moment sublime,
Wine, Gielie se muse, transcending time.
Oh, was there ever a tale of such woe,
a tale of music, lust, and revelry!
Of Juliet and her mad Romeo
when the reggae drums put a spell on me.
In his yen for Herbs and thirst for the vine
Romeo joined the queue full as a tick –
and drank the poison, the sweet feijoa wine
but it was like a mule with twice the kick.
On the grapes of wrath I was a tragic fool,
and I felt that kick of that angry mule.
All I want when I from
this world am gone
is that men say he died with his boots on.
In the hot sun and spinning clouds above
his heart quickened for her underbreath.
Their destiny a cursed forbidden love
and sweet wine a taste of bitter death.
On leaving he rolled flatlining in a ditch -
“I beg you, leave me here…I wanna die!”.
Later with a skinful too numb to twitch
slumped in a bathtub hungover to dry.
On the grapes of wrath I was a tragic fool,
and I felt that kick of that angry mule.
All I want when I from
this world am gone
is that men say he died with his boots on.
Written: July 2008
Up with the children at seven
For blueberry pancakes and ham.
Flapjacks enough for eleven -
How many will fit in the pan?
Lay out some slices of bread.
Spread with egg salad maybe,
Some tuna and celery for Fred,
And a “p,b and j” for the baby!
Fetch from the line all the towels
And swimsuits hanging to dry.
Ignore the grumbles and scowls
About sunscreen you have to apply.
Stack the pop in the ice chest.
With sandwiches, yogurt and fruit.
Pack napkins, chips and the rest
In the picnic basket to suit.
Pile out, and head for the seashore
With picnic, umbrella and chairs!
No room for anything more -
But then, nobody really cares!
Oh, joy! What a day at the beach!
We swim, jump the waves, and tan,
Drink our soda, eat a peach,
Its edges trimmed with sand!
Alack! Alas! It’s time to go!
Our homeward way we wend,
Not sad because we know
Tomorrow we’ll do it again!
Vineyard Twilight
In the soft cooling
Silence of early twilight
Blue fades to purple.
The wishing star’s reflected
In the ocean sky.
Vigorous, plentiful
vines, diligently pruned
venture trained upon wire,
vast leaves cropped for dolmas.
Valued for complex taste,
vermillion morsels make
vintage wine with patience.
5-4-2021
Pleiades V Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
The vineyard is planted
The grapes are growing
The Master Vintner
Is tending the vine
The grapes are growing
It won’t be too long now
With Christ in the Kingdom
We’ll taste the new wine
It won’t be too long now
The wait will be worth it
The Master Vintner
Is tending the vine
The wait will be worth it
The harvest is coming
With Christ in the Kingdom
We’ll taste the new wine
The harvest is coming
The wait will be worth it
The Master Vintner
Is tending the vine
The wait will be worth it
It won’t be too long now
With Christ in the Kingdom
We’ll taste the new wine
It won’t be too long now
The grapes are growing
The Master Vintner
Is tending the vine
The grapes are growing
The vineyard is planted
With Christ in the Kingdom
We’ll taste the new wine
*Dedicated to all of us who struggle, even in the victory…the wait will be worth it! Matthew 26:29, Mark 14:25, Luke 22:18
The chartreuse pearls hung on the pregnant vine
as whispered jade of leaves in autumn breeze.
The necklaces of trellis did entwine
like clefs of absinthe notes in verdant keys.
3/5/18
Original poem: Grape Harvest
10/20/17
Rithium Divisa 2 Contest
Sponsor: Gregory R Barden
Vines blossom
leaving the youth behind
Starting from the bottom
grows thick strong vines
the gardens so alive
a place of comfort & pleasure
such a nice place for a King to provide
for his Queen of forever
Take care to guard your space
Protect it from things large and small
let nothing corrupt this place
let nothing defile it at all
but the King did nothing to protect and was blind to deceit
the little foxes delved under the fence
and on the vines, they begin to feast
indulging on its sweet contents
Those crafty little foxes are spoiling the vine
Bringing on pride, jealousy and anger
poisoning our mind
& putting the vineyard in danger
Those clever little foxes are spoiling the vine
Stunting the growth of hope, dreams, & longevity
All things divine
Those little foxes seek to destroy me
Chase away those little foxes
that spoil the vine
they are so obnoxious
they want to destroy everything divine
Songs of Solomon 2:15
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