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My Days of Wine and Roses

A Tangerine sun glazed The Travis Vineyard
While the Deep Purple haze, just glowed
The aroma's from all of the picked grapes
Filled Napa's Colored-flavored show!

The Valley 'tis filled with a bounty
Of future vino's of varying kinds
Aged and then tingled to the palate
'Tis Ambrosia, most divine, from the vine!

The succulent grape and its splendour
Shines the California's-near-by coast
The valley, itself, 'Tis a purple Wonder
Growing the most primo for its hosts

Perhaps a wine tasting party?
Hmmmm, wonder, if The Gallo's might attend?
It will truly be a celebration
As the days of Wine, are just 'round the bend!

Oh, did i leave off, The Roses?
My mistake, Mon Amore.
The title would not be complete
As it was, in the days of yore!

Back when it was a Movie
Back when it was a romantic song
Back in the time of old actors (Jack Lemmon)
Back when the wine could do no wrong!

'The Days Of Wine And Roses'
It taps at my long ago memory
Taking me back to a time
When the grape was truly very new to me!

poem by Theodora Onken
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Wine Me Up

(faron young/billy deaton)
I'm the center of attention in this bar room
Cause i've got teh biggest heartache of the year
And each night those swingin' doors reach out to me and draw me in
'cause they know each night that i'll be back to wine me up again
Chorus:
Wine me up turn me on and watch me cry for you
Lately drinkin' warm red wine is all i want to do
I never know how tight i'll wine me up 'til i walk in
I don't care cause i'll be back to wine me up again
I'd like to thank the folks who raise the grapes way up in california
And i'm hopin this will be their biggest year
'cause scarlet waters all that's left to keep me hangin on
That's why i'll try to wine me up each day and night next year

song performed by by Gary Allan
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Clusters Of Grapes

as God nature creates complete
a bunch of grapes growing on vine
each grape an interlocked fold skin
of original envisioned composition
so too human architect craftsman
creates cultivates ideas to time define

each grape is picked complete from vine
each grape is perfect as singular complete
an orb idea formed vine ripe fertile complete
each grape is taste savoured relished eaten
peel me a grape of an idea complete eaten
slave starves creates each gilded grape given

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Grape, Grape Joy

I am a small and lonely grape,
Clutching to the vine,
Waiting for the day when Ill become my saviors wine!
Oh, wouldnt french cuisine just yearn it,
Ive eternity to ferment,
But knowing me Id end up ripple
In a cellar of cheblis.
Are you a small and lonely grape
Clutching to the vine,
Waiting for the day when youll become your saviors wine?
Dont give up hope ye heavy laden,
You dont want to be a raisin;
Theres a grape grape joy in jesus,
In the vineyard of the lord.

song performed by by Amy Grant
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Eternity Of Passion

Chocolate wine and roses have all
left my heart without bliss, the chocolate
inwhich was ment to sweeten my heart
the wine was to mellow my soul and melt
me in your arms, while the aroma of the
roses filled the air, but why did they
have such painfull thorns..

You light a candle and looked into my
eyes so intently, your glaze was burning
my very soul, never will I forget the night
of Chocolate, Wine, Roses, and the ever
burning candle that flickered all night

Only you could find this romantic side of me
that you discovered for the first time but lasted
an etrerntiy of Passion...........

poem by Bonnie Collins
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Passion Wine Heritage Inspired

soil grape vineyard
starlight
golden nectar
ambrosia
mountain wind
river valley
salient light

earth sky firmament
soil nutrients
soil soul embodiment
soil fingertips

blood flow wine
hunger allure
siren vine original
soil dry
struggle character
define vine

soul
essence
hungry
insight
instinct
awareness

hardship
struggle
enlightenment
nose smell aroma
colour clarity texture
elixir extraordinaire

taste palate tongue
roof inspires trace oak
season aged barrel
cooper creation artist
wooden ribs melody effect
fabric harmony stir ferment

poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Taste Of Honey

And I'll take with me the warmth of thee
A taste of honey
Tasting much sweeter than wine
I leave behind my heart to wear
And may it always remind you of
A taste of honey
Tasting much sweeter than wine
I'll return, I will return
I'll come back for the honey and you
He ne'er came back to his love so fair
And so she died dreaming of his kiss
His kiss was honey
Tasting more bitter than wine
I'll return, I will return
I'll come back for the honey and you
I'll come back for the honey and you.

song performed by by Tom Jones
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From Grape To Wine

If you were to say I don’t exist
This grape would not argue

Longing to be wine
Makes me disreputable
Lowers self respect

A grape begins to become wine when it says
“Pressure is necessary to burst open”

Sweet wine flows from surrender

ROTMS

poem by Ray Lucero
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This Bread I Break

This bread I break was once the oat,
This wine upon a foreign tree
Plunged in its fruit;
Man in the day or wine at night
Laid the crops low, broke the grape's joy.

Once in this time wine the summer blood
Knocked in the flesh that decked the vine,
Once in this bread
The oat was merry in the wind;
Man broke the sun, pulled the wind down.

This flesh you break, this blood you let
Make desolation in the vein,
Were oat and grape
Born of the sensual root and sap;
My wine you drink, my bread you snap.

poem by Dylan Thomas
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Wine (Love Poem)

Wine is for laughing
Wine is for talking all night
Wine is for living life out loud
Wine is for making us beautiful
Wine is for all-night conversations
Wine is for getting together again
Wine is for ‘never again’ tomorrow
Wine is for sleeping like a baby
Wine is for telling the truth
Wine is food for love
Wine is friendship
Wine is fresh
Wine
Can
Be
The
One
Perfe ct
Companion
At the end of a long day

poem by Ian Beckett
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Bend Time Back 'Round

He led me astray
When my mind was weak
That's all I can say
Ba-baby
He filled me with words
And knew I would believe
He's nothing but dirt
Sorry
If you bend time back 'round
Will you bend it to me?
If you bend time back 'round
Will you bend it to me?
If you bend time back 'round
Will you bend it to me?
If you bend time back 'round
Will you bend it to me?
He's a pretty face
Dressed up to the "T"
Nothing but a space
Underneath
I felt like a fool
I turned from you so fast
Time takes me from you
Bend it back
[Chorus]
If I could do it once again
I'd never let the bastard in
He's puttin' on a show
The curtain's crashing down and closin'
I wish to back up my steps
So you'd have nothing to forget
A flip to reality
I wanna pretend you did not see it
Dika dika dy-i-i, dika dika doo
Dika dika dy-i-i, dika dika doo
Dika dika dy-i-i, dika dika doo
Dika dika dy-i-i, dika dika doo
Twisted up in knots
He had me so confused
He turned my every thought
Away from you
I was drifted out
On a fantasy
But now I'm comin' 'round
Back to me
[Instrumental]
Du doop du doop doo, hey- du doop du doop doo
Du doop du doop doo hey- du doop du doop doo
Du doop du doop doo, hey -du doop du doop doo
Du doop du doop doo, hey- du doop du doop doo
If you bend time back
Bend it back to me
(Oh)
If you bend time back
Bend it back to me
(Oh)
(I said)
[Chorus 2x to fade]

song performed by by Paula Abdul
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Bend Time Back Around

(elliot wolff)
He led me astray
When my mind was weak
Thats all I can say
Ba-baby
He filled me with words
And knew I would believe
Hes nothing but dirt
Sorry
If you bend time back round
Will you bend it to me?
If you bend time back round
Will you bend it to me?
If you bend time back round
Will you bend it to me?
If you bend time back round
Will you bend it to me?
Hes a pretty face
Dressed up to the t
Nothing but a space
Underneath
I felt like a fool
I turned from you so fast
Time takes me from you
Bend it back
Chorus
If I could do it once again
Id never let the bastard in
Hes puttin on a show
The curtains crashing down and closin
I wish to back up my steps
So youd have nothing to forget
A flip to reality
I wanna pretend you did not see it
Dika dika dy-i-i, dika dika doo
Dika dika dy-i-i, dika dika doo
Dika dika dy-i-i, dika dika doo
Dika dika dy-i-i, dika dika doo
Twisted up in knots
He had me so confused
He turned my every thought
Away from you
I was drifted out
On a fantasy
But now Im comin round
Back to me
Instrumental
Du doop du doop doo, du doop du doop doo
Du doop du doop doo du doop du doop doo
Du doop du doop doo, du doop du doop doo
Du doop du doop doo du doop du doop doo
If you bend time back
Bend it back to me
(oh)
If you bend time back
Bend it back to me
(oh)
(I said)
Chorus 2x to fade

song performed by by Paula Abdul
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Ode To Wine

Day-colored wine,
night-colored wine,
wine with purple feet
or wine with topaz blood,
wine,
starry child
of earth,
wine, smooth
as a golden sword,
soft
as lascivious velvet,
wine, spiral-seashelled
and full of wonder,
amorous,
marine;
never has one goblet contained you,
one song, one man,
you are choral, gregarious,
at the least, you must be shared.
At times
you feed on mortal
memories;
your wave carries us
from tomb to tomb,
stonecutter of icy sepulchers,
and we weep
transitory tears;
your
glorious
spring dress
is different,
blood rises through the shoots,
wind incites the day,
nothing is left
of your immutable soul.
Wine
stirs the spring, happiness
bursts through the earth like a plant,
walls crumble,
and rocky cliffs,
chasms close,
as song is born.
A jug of wine, and thou beside me
in the wilderness,
sang the ancient poet.
Let the wine pitcher
add to the kiss of love its own.

My darling, suddenly
the line of your hip
becomes the brimming curve
of the wine goblet,
your breast is the grape cluster,
your nipples are the grapes,
the gleam of spirits lights your hair,
and your navel is a chaste seal
stamped on the vessel of your belly,
your love an inexhaustible
cascade of wine,
light that illuminates my senses,
the earthly splendor of life.

But you are more than love,
the fiery kiss,
the heat of fire,
more than the wine of life;
you are
the community of man,
translucency,
chorus of discipline,
abundance of flowers.
I like on the table,
when we're speaking,
the light of a bottle
of intelligent wine.
Drink it,
and remember in every
drop of gold,
in every topaz glass,
in every purple ladle,
that autumn labored
to fill the vessel with wine;
and in the ritual of his office,
let the simple man remember
to think of the soil and of his duty,
to propagate the canticle of the wine.

poem by Pablo Neruda
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Berries

so i smelled you
and i thought
hmmm
Visalia, California
brown and green grass, black and white cows

i turned you upside down

and smelled you like that
and i thought
ohhh
Napa Valley
fine wine, many drunk tourist

and then i licked you
and you tasted like nothing on my tongue
small hairy things
purple and red berries
red and purple fingers

poem by C.J. Johnson
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Bacchus

BRING me wine, but wine which never grew
In the belly of the grape,
Or grew on vine whose tap-roots, reaching through
Under the Andes to the Cape,
Suffer'd no savour of the earth to 'scape.

Let its grapes the morn salute
From a nocturnal root,
Which feels the acrid juice
Of Styx and Erebus;
And turns the woe of Night,
By its own craft, to a more rich delight.

We buy ashes for bread;
We buy diluted wine;
Give me of the true,
Whose ample leaves and tendrils curl'd
Among the silver hills of heaven
Draw everlasting dew;
Wine of wine,
Blood of the world,
Form of forms, and mould of statures,
That I intoxicated,
And by the draught assimilated,
May float at pleasure through all natures;
The bird-language rightly spell,
And that which roses say so well:

Wine that is shed
Like the torrents of the sun
Up the horizon walls,
Or like the Atlantic streams, which run
When the South Sea calls.

Water and bread,
Food which needs no transmuting,
Rainbow-flowering, wisdom-fruiting,
Wine which is already man,
Food which teach and reason can.

Wine which Music is,--
Music and wine are one,--
That I, drinking this,
Shall hear far Chaos talk with me;
Kings unborn shall walk with me;
And the poor grass shall plot and plan
What it will do when it is man.
Quicken'd so, will I unlock
Every crypt of every rock.

I thank the joyful juice
For all I know;
Winds of remembering
Of the ancient being blow,
And seeming-solid walls of use
Open and flow.

Pour, Bacchus! the remembering wine;
Retrieve the loss of me and mine!
Vine for vine be antidote,
And the grape requite the lote!
Haste to cure the old despair;
Reason in Nature's lotus drench'd--
The memory of ages quench'd--
Give them again to shine;
Let wine repair what this undid;
And where the infection slid,
A dazzling memory revive;
Refresh the faded tints,
Recut the aged prints,
And write my old adventures with the pen
Which on the first day drew,
Upon the tablets blue,
The dancing Pleiads and eternal men.

poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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These Are The Days

Ah ah
Heres a song
About living in the past
If it was so good then
How come it didnt last?
If it helps you
Ill put it in a phrase
Those were the times
But these are the days
These are the days
These are the days
These are the days
These are the days
These are the days
The times youre smiling back on
Had that great sitcom
It hardly compensated
For the terror of the bomb
Let me help
cause youre looking through a haze
Those were the times
These are the days
These are the days
Hey hey hey
These are the days
Can you hear me now?
These are the days
Look around look around look around
These are the days
These are the days
Hey hey live today
These are the days
Its time to put the past away
These are the days
The more you do the more you say
These are the days
The more I need to get away
Youre longing for a time
There never was
Now tell me the truth
Youre looking for the reason
Its because
Youre fighting for youth
But if I have to listen any more
To fantasy talk
Or any other bug you have
Im leaving
Now Im not saying
Everything is really great
Hey hey hey
After sixteen years
Of legalised class hate
Why waste time
Looking back for things to praise?
Those were the times huh
But these are the days
These are the days
Looking back in history
These are the days
Time to get contempory
These are the days
The past is not the place to be

song performed by by Human League
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Sonnet: Jesus, the Grape-Vine

“I am the Vine: You be its branch always.”
Jesus is succor and our nourishment;
Allow the sap to flow to bless your days;
There will be no defeat or punishment.

’Tis easy being branch with leaves and fruits;
We help the vine to grow luxuriously;
The starch that’s made makes sturdy trunk and roots;
The wine from grapes will soothe hearts curiously.

A broken branch will lose its life quite soon;
A leafless one is useless to the vine;
A fruitless one is bane and not a boon;
With God, we make our earthly days divine.

The vine is proud to make the best of wine;
With God’s will done, man’s soul looks rather fine!

poem by John Celes
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Wine, Women, and Song

As I walk through the stifling heat,
with no shoes upon my feet
I search for wine, women, and song
as I tread hopefully along.

Sweat is pouring and my face is sore
I don’t know if I can take much more.
Where is the wine, women, and song
something’s missing, something’s wrong?

It’s so oppressively hot around here
surely by now I should be getting near.
I can sense the wine, women, and song
I do hope it won’t be long.

I’ve caught a whiff of Chanel perfume,
a sure sign that I’ll be arriving soon.
But where’s the wine, women, and song
that I’ve been searching for so long?

For days I’ve followed the confusing smell
and its made me realise that I’m in hell.
Sadly there is no wine, women, and song,
and this road I walk is eternally long.

poem by Orlando Belo
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Red, Sparkling Wine

I Have Seen A Sight
Of a Man Falling Down …
… it wasn’t for a Fight
… but it was due to what He’d Found …

… Red Sparkling Wine… Does It Every Time
Red Sparkling Wine… She Should Be A Crime …
Red Sparkling Wine…

She Starts out – Flowing – Smooth
Gets in Your Blood – Then You got Somethin’ to Prove!
You Chase Her Intoxicating Perfume
… must be Brand X … or Lady-Doom …

… Red Sparkling Wine… Does It Every Time
Red Sparkling Wine… Feeling So Sublime …
Red Sparkling Wine…

… Sweet from the Vine, but She ain’t Vintage
Make You Loose Your Mind and Your Hard-Earned Wages
Her Cheap-Thrills… can’t Heal a Heart, that’s Bruised …
You ain’t in Love! … just in a Bottle of Booze …

of Red Sparkling Wine… Once in awhile is Fine
Red Sparkling Wine… Know the Warning Signs ….
of Red Sparkling Wine…

She’s Beautiful, as She Pours
Your Problems – Passed-Out, on The Floor
She’s Crystal-Blood in an Hour-Glass
Her Pity-Promises… just don’t Last…

Red Sparkling Wine… Does It Every Time
Red Sparkling Wine… She’ll have You begging for Dimes …
… to buy … Red Sparkling Wine…

She’ll leave You Broke, You won’t be able to Think
She’s ‘Madam Dope’ … if You Need One More Drink
… of Red Sparkling Wine… Just a Matter of Time
Red Sparkling Wine… Have Another… ‘ Cause I’m …
… Red Sparkling Wine …

poem by MoonBee Canady
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Quatrain #7 - Whatever happened to those days of.........

Whatever happened to those days of wine and roses?
when the fragrance of love wafted through our noses.
And each moment was filled with so much joy,
like our childhood days playing with a new toy.

poem by George Krokos
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Cannonball Days

What's come to stay from the Cannonball days
but a house and some clothes on the line.
Fired away your drunken brigade
In the streets of New York as a child.
Woman so fine, fine as a girl
Slow like an Italian wine.
Her hair all a mess and a dress off the shelf
But all of your roses have died.
Better luck in the next life
Cuz you're gonna need it dear.
Loved you back then, but i couldn't say when
Cuz all of your roses have died
All of your roses have died.
I tasted your lips with my hands on your hips
Danced in apartment named Nine.
Cats on the sill and my head to your breast
Beating your rhythms divine.
West Jersey Queen with a rattled machine
Tasted the salt through your skin.
Loved you back then, but I couldn't say when
Cuz all of your roses have died.
Better luck in the next life
Go give em some hell and goodbye
Loved you back then, but i couldn't say when
Cuz all of your roses have died
All of your roses have died.
Basked in the heat down on Christopher street,
Bought you a rose from a bum
Left you a note, had it stuffed in your coat
You laughed and said it was dumb.
Broke like a stem, and I guess you're with him
I'm sure that he treats you just fine.
So bottoms up, cheers, baby here's to your tears
all of your roses have died.
Better luck in the next life
I'll miss you, but go on, goodbye.
I feel like a stray from these cannonball days
when all of your roses were mine.
all of your roses were mine
all of your roses........were mine

song performed by by Ryan Adams
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