One champagne bottle to another:
I hope you won’t think me crass
for asking if you’re feeling bloated
with gas as I am, and millions of others.
Keep in mind our distress it’s not
a quirk of nature but a method
developed over years by vintners
and improved over the centuries:
the goal to change a good still wine
into a great prize winning champagne
with a worldwide fame for those rare
and special occassions when only
the finest champagne deserves to be
served. For eager party-goers
the excitement begins when the cork
is popped (a sometime dangerous
piece of work, by-the-way, especially
if the bottle was purposely shaken
for a special effect and the cork
released like a projectile fired
from a cannon and it lodges in
someone’s eye socket, God forbid!)
though the relief from years of
pent up gas for millions of us
bottles is immediate and not
unlike that urgency many
humans share when fecal matter
is long held back and with force
and effort is released – if you’ll
pardon the crude analogy.
Categories:
vintners, analogy,
Form: Free verse
The sun still shines
bells yet chime
Vintners make wine
constellations align
Hearts intertwine
even poetry rhymes
Are you still my Valentine?
Categories:
vintners, heart, stars, sun, valentines
Form: Monorhyme
Like wine,
Poets age with every year
Tattered labels stained,
vintners unclear
Bordeaux, Merlot, or Cabernet,
words mellow in the dark
Where time ferments a riper day
—its richness to impart
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
Categories:
vintners, poets,
Form: Rhyme
Planet of the Grapes
and so the grapes
conspired
met in secret bunches
eavesdropped
on the vintners
during their
wine sipping lunches.
too win we must
subvert their minds
causing loss of focus
torturously tenderize
rendering it “mocus”.
we must accept
our crushing fate
entombment in the
vintners cellar
convince them
their dreams absurd
are absolutely stellar.
we’ll infiltrate
the highest realms
of the intelligentsia
cripple them
in brain cell death
of alcohols dementia.
they will tend
the very vines
that nurture revolution
unknowingly
complicit in
our forty proof solution.
John G. Lawless
10/18/2014
For the “Words – The Heart of Imagination?” – Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Brian Johnston
Categories:
vintners, humor, nonsense,
Form: Verse
Strolling of my time in the old orchards rows
Amidst the falling satin whiteness of blossoms
A thousand eyes open…if only for a moment
Longing for a life on Tuscany’s vineyard steppes
Here the vine grows absorbing the lands essence
Ensnaring the heart of those who suffer and toil
Crying for the candor of the evening winds
Freedom of the honeyed lavender wafting heavily
Lost beneath the tight gripping rows of vine
Tucking away within a chimerical paradise
Flavored of velvet lilac hinting of warmed lace
Moments tingling in the splashes of days gone by
It’s first releasing untainted supple perfection
Slowing down the world…if only for a moment
Enriched with native song and vanilla allusions
Pureness of waters touch with the Italian spirit
Relishing the warming of spirit upon the pallet
The essence…the vintner…vineyard…sweet wine
Categories:
vintners, happiness, nature, passion, people,
Form: Free verse