Baklave punished the people of
Thermopolium. The taught
the flavors of desire and decodance
When Apicius created a dessert for
the men of Anceintious. One man wished to
be loved and sorted the farro in fields
and dairy's in barns. In search
of sweetness gathered honeys. o He told the
men of these ancient places only a God
could appreciate such decadence.
He called on Apicius to
take farros for flour, The butters for fat ,
creamy cheese for richness:
to be encrusted with a sweet potatoes
and and to have a nuttiness of toasted pecans
mixed with farro flour butter eggs vanilla
and theobroma casas. To be baked in Zeus's oven
And when done all shall proclaim me God in
the Highest.
Apicius fixed kaka, and the people of Anceintious ate it.
aAnd smiles turned into concern.
One spoke saying the women shall hate us. Men will tease us.
And a world of long suffering
shall spite at us. Baklava spoke from the vinyard saying
curses he that labored.
Curses he that has chored. And the recipe disappear forever
Baklava
used his powers to hide it side a tree on amountain.
in 1903 a Fruit picker near a Silver mine
found the parchment and translated it.
Categories:
vinyard, chocolate, devotion, food, fun,
Form: Bio
Friendship's Wine
From comity's grape comes the wine
that so enchanted our lips,
and stimulated our palate
with every precious sip.
From the golden years
far back in the day
comes the precious knowing
that we each have found our way.
We met in fate's vinyard
while plying our life's trade,
each embracing the other's
respect, readily displayed
From our last sip of the wine,
when it's poured, red and dry,
know our friendship shall endure
beyond our last goodbye.
Categories:
vinyard, anxiety,
Form: Verse
PROVERBS 31 Woman
Who knows the woman, virtous today,
Her lighted candle, burning through each night.
Considering her vinyard meant to stay
For seasons yet to come, when time is right
Whose strength is in her arms, and loyalty
To each within her fold, yea, maidens all,
rejoice for being part of all they see,
and all they see is one who'll never fall.
In weaving of her tapestry, her gold
and silver thread in candle light's aglow
reveals her story all too seldom told.
and what each husbandman should know.
Her linen sold, with words of wisdom's charm,
There's never need, for causing any harm.
© ron wilson aka Ron Arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Categories:
vinyard, beauty, woman,
Form: Sonnet
Sometimes there is a need for reality
Like the wrinkles and roughness of an old down Mainer
Sure P town and The Vinyard are nice and touristy
But for reality and hang it in the wind
There's no place like CuttyHunk
Hell you'd have to go all the way down to Isla Morada
To get reality like that.
Now there's some folk t'drink with!
It's hard to describe the overall feeling of homesick
A bar off the Alawai near Waikiki, Another in Inverness
But for down to earth look you in the eye people
Well Cutty Hunk and Isla Morada are tops
I'm from Liverpool, old Liverpool.
Reality belongs in that bombed out old town
Pass me that thing dammit
Enough with reality
Categories:
vinyard, natureold, old,
Form: I do not know?