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Write a Haiku, Learn About Wine for Free
LearnAboutWine is providing la.foodblogging two free tickets to their NAPA Vintners - Los Angeles “Napa Nightlife” event happening on Monday, February 6th at the Roosevelt Hotel in Hollywood.
We will give the two tickets away to one of our readers who writes a wine Haiku about wine. Leave your Haiku in the comments, the winner will be selected Thursday, February 2nd after 5:00 PM. For those who need a refresher, a Haiku is a poem consisting three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables. For example:
My Empty Glass Waits
The Wine Bottle is Open
Red Love Splashes Down
Judging will be performed by Ian Blackburn from LearnAboutWine. Winning entries will also be featured on their website, and possibly on an event T-Shirt! Enter as often as you wish, leave your entry in the comments, you must leave a valid email address so that we can contact you with ticket info.
If you want to skip the Haiku shennanigans and buy your tickets, you can pick them up here.
Contest closed. Thanks to everyone who submitted entries. Watch la.foodblogging for future give aways1
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Discussion
Merlot started it.
Now I’ve moved to zinfandels.
Will pinot be next?
OK, I really prefer limericks, but here goes:
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garnet, ruby, gold
honey, yellow, straw and green
hues of my rainbow
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Pour another glass?
Just a taste… a little more…
might as well finish!
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Strange how grape juice, aged
then sealed in oak can be so
intoxicating
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A beloved wine
hidden in a cool, quiet spot
waiting patiently
The moment will come:
fruit, time, skill and love will mesh
Synchronicity
anticipation
the senses become aroused
a splash of red wine
Wine, friends and lovers
Caress my palate, and sing
until Life makes sense
Fermented Red Fruit
Sweet, Dry, Bold, Smooth, Mild, Biting
Who Cares, Fill My Glass
Alright, here it goes!!!
Forgotten pleasure
Bubbly gold effervescence*
And our noses touch.
(*bubbly with 2 syllables)
Grapes start their journey
Crushed by pressure fermented
Red bottled pleasure.
Pops begin the fete
Glasses clink, red-tinged lips smile
My hand brushes yours.
Wine is bottled joy
Drops of sweetness, pungent, pure
Dance upon my tongue
I find happiness
beneath a cork, under glass
the label tells the tale
from the earth and sky
we take sweet fruit off the vine
wait… wait….wait…pop! taste!
two buck chuck norris
cheap roundhouse kick blinds judgement
after taste: nosebleed
if some wistful day
Love and Lust had a daughter
Wine would be her name.
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half empty, or full?
charles shaw, or cakebread? who cares!
as long as it’s mine.
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no god in the sky
can love the sad downtrodden
more than bacchus does.
First Sip To Savor
The Bottle Empties Quickly
Dribble On The Chin.
Through the grape lights shine
A swish to bloom the palatte
Subtle notes play out
Golden Sun’s caress
Fertile soil gives life to vine
Time and oak completes
wine is just grape juice
biologically enhanced
by yeasts’ suicides.
Wine, wine fruit of the
Wine grapes, please make me over.
They taste good to me.
I’ll confide in you,
I don’t drink a lot of wine.
It could be a start.
oaky, sharp, tannic
merlot tastes like cabinet.
swish, not worth swallow.
two buck chuck get stuck
drinking it by the case or
by the bottle, hey!
sorry if this is a duplicate post
wine is just grape juice
altered in form and function
by yeasts’ suicides
these are from Will Simons c/o my email:
Vineyard in moonlight
Bacchus, that sot, sleeps loudly.
quick, let’s steal his flask!
antidisestab-
lishmentarianism
is hard to say drunk.
Pinot is filmic
Dark and moody like L.A.
Chandler takes a sip
I drank too much wine
Merlot has turned me sideways
Advil in my purse
Hail me a Cab, please
The roads are slick with vino
Pour me a fare glass
Here’s to ya kiddo
Life’s a Cabernet old chum
Que Syrah Syrah
A bottle blonde sings
Her voice is oaky and dry
Peel me a grape please
Gertrude Stein once said
A Rosé is a Rosé
Miss Toklas sips hers
A Chard in the hand
Is worth two in Georgie Bush
The prez does not drink
Forget youth culture
Wine is at its prime later
Aged to perfection