Nostalgia Wine Poems

Oh what a day in the old, 
The African sun rises, shining bold, 
Father leaves at 5am, to tap palm wine, 
Mother goes to the...

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Words flow through high and low tides
my quiet  inner thoughts , I can now feel.
A capricious heart with dreams printed 
in melange of ...

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Magic silver key,
fits into my silver shoes.
I was now set free,
I now owned many sidewalks.
My new skates were a big thrill.

 

Date Written: 8/4/2022

2 Place

Childhood...

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Give me passage,
                    my crimson friend
with...

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I sip my wine in the purple shadows of the evening, where the fireflies flicker like lanterns on an ancient river. The moonlight dances upon...

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A wave crashes over me--
splatters its moonlit
eye,
spilling me
onto the shore:

Speaking of vintage:
its greatness,
not in the uncorked past,
but consumable 
      ...

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As if the sun intended this habitual tendency to make the body healthy I do. First, the brain believes itself what a mistake if it's...

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Two days ago, I decided 
To realise 
Some cherished memories 
Of my beloved little pueblo; 
So I drank about five glasses 
Of Monteviejo 
In preparation...

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my date can't waited
we love this places
has all race
 we go there
freinds from everywhere
come too
we all do
sip and dip and dine
with some
think drink
BEER  ...

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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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If I had lied like everyone else who achieved their goal,
I could have spared myself an useless headache,
and it seems late to realize that my...

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Green mulberry vines
Ripe purple color defines
Standing in our steins



By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX...

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‘ Legendary … ’    ( Part  1  (of)  4 ) 


Step with me into History
Step with me, to ‘Days...

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The young men sat, planted under the overhang
like the pansies and geraniums that surrounded them in boxes,
as the rain pelted the terra-cotta terrace.

The mountain air...

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the twisting vulgarites of daily living 
roman holidays and greek living 
mostly bread and wine and dainty meat 
fish is allowed in egg form only...

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