History Wine Poems

my feet same the cries of deer in the morning,
disturbs the existence of aged wine,
 much too
 drank, while the smoke of elation,
 almost non-existent
...

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When grapes ripen and flow down barrels,
drunk ancient Greeks abandon morals,
roar accosts their ears from distant cave,
ushers season of feasting and rave!

With every roar spreads...

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I
Oestre was a name of a fertility goddess, in Iran, then PERSIA
What a rich history, what an embattled people! Cyrus their King
Did great things for...

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The days of wine and roses bliss and scoff.
A lovely Autumn rain,  whilst Paris blooms
with winsome hues. We’re arm in arm. I laugh.
I cradle...

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Amphorae, beautifully crafted,
Delicate, exquisite, fire-glazed, 
Heated in jumbo kilns,
Lovely molded necks, 
Opaque pigments, 
Quartzite residue- 
Symbolic, timeless, utilitarian
Valued- with xanthic yellow zirconium




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October 22, 2019
F T...

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Will you believe
What they say about
My life and my heart?
Do you not doubt

That all I know
Is drunken mirth?
A purposeless child—
Is that all I am worth?

Will...

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Arrested for thoughts
Of carnal delights
Tortured in the heat of a desert night
Poisoned, a corpse of poetic disdain
They do not care for the verses I write

Demons...

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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...

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You are cruel and stopped counting your treasons
You're respected Muslim nevertheless.
You don't need to give yourself a true reason
To pray, it's scheduled five times nonetheless.

You...

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I touched its soul
Me--the spring of wine
in one glass of yesteryear
where the God drinks the mystery
without hate
without wars
for a new History...

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Glittering Purple 
So pretty it is so sweet
Fruit of history

Glittering Purple
So pretty it is so sweet
Taste of memory

Glittering Purple
So pretty it is so sweet
Drink from...

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The god of the wine
was always thinking of grapes
to get himself drunk.
The god of the wine
was always thinking of grapes
that grew on his hill.
The god...

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A MAN RECENTLY SAID THAT THE FUNDAMENTAL TRUTH IS THAT OUT OF MANY, WE ARE ONE. HOWEVER, PEOPLE DEEDS TODAY, TRANSFORM THAT FUNDAMENTAL TRUTH INTO...

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Slowly, 
The air fills with blue, and the greens catch fire
The hammerlight of Summer
With little mouse-steps,
Steals off into apricity.

I divide my days
Between wine and responsibilities
As...

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It’s hot. Twenty eight degrees.The bronze tanning oil drips ever so slowly
aside my nose. I adjust my position on the sand and wipe my eye....

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