Poems Writtten While In South Africa, Staying At B & B Whistling Pines & Anticipating My Visit At Both DE MEYE And CAMBERLEY Vineyards , 3/18/09

Here are two poems I wrote while in South Africa on March 18th, 2009. Hope you enjoy them. TONY


There Time No No No
Now Like Time Is There
Cert Not No Now
Be Time It My Mine
I Bor I Row I
Let Time Me Mind
Through Now He He He
Ha Ha Hap Ap Appy
Be I Now Here Be
South I Cape Afri
Fri Fric Ric Ic Ic Ca Ca
Here Tow Own I
Just Live Mom Omen
Oments Now Here Whist
Hist Ostling Pines I Pine
For De Camb De
Me Meye Main Amber
Amberley Come Soon To
Stel Tel Telen Elen Bo
Bo Bosch Toss I Be Soon
Lost To Won Onder ( S ) Of
Diz Re Reg Egion Legions Of Wines
Past Now Pre My Present
My Time Now ...

#1 18 Mars, 2009 en Sud Afrique avec John Morrison, here in Whistling Pines , South Africa, Cape Town. These poems were in part inspired by my going/driving off with John Morrison ( my excellent Boutique Vineyards' tour guide ) and leaving my B & B called Whistling Pines in Cape Town off to Stellenbosch to the vineyards of DE MEYE and CAMBERLEY. I was anticipating the joy I would have which was so much greater in reality once fully fleshed-out!


My Time Be Now In
Cape Ape Be I Aping
Gaping Fill Yes My Gaps
The Wines Food Oods
Locales Me Dey Do
Sap Slap I Rel I
Elish Em Bit Bellish
Heavenly Hellish I Do
Find Succour I Do
Find Self Bind My
Tell Store Tory Tories
" X " " Y " Splore Plore
Lore Loaries Lories ...
New Yeah All Be So
Bind Spe Pell Mell Spell
Oui Binding Grind Grin
Butt Hinding Heart Find
Inding Minding I Be In
Earth My Heav Eaven
Find Self Find Piece
Me Of On Peace Earth
Spelling Spell Told So All
All Told ...

#2 Le 18 Mars, 2009 In Cape Town at the B & B Whistling Pines looking at at the gorgeous view of Cape Town and all the area around it on a cool but sunny morning waiting for John Morrison of Boutique Vineyards Imports to take me into the wine country where I would indeed see baboons, wild in the hills there just off the roads that we would eventually drive through and spot. I have posted some of those photos already at : chatwine.blogspot.com if you want to see them. Cheers, TONY ( It's now March 29th, 2009 here at home in northern Virginia, at 10:00 A.M. as I proof this and post it ).

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Poems Inspired By Sylvia Franco & Her Family's Proseccos : NINO FRANCO, Valdobbiadene, Veneto, Italy Wed. Feb. 11th, 2009

Here are some of the poems I wrote this morning, Friday, February 13th, 2009. Enjoy, TONY


Syl Ylvi Ylvia
Fran Of Nin Ino
Pro Are We For
Sec Econds Of
Prosecco Plea
Lease Lend Me
Me Let Drink Of
Nino's Valds
Those Bub Ub Ubbles
From Dob Blahhh
Dobb So Bladen
Yes Bladene To
Max Via's-Syl
Chill Not Any Spill
Til Ilt Gla Lass You
Down Hat At You
Hatch Yours More
Dat Rust Ust Us Ti
Co Tico Tic Tock
My Tongue Bubbles
Sock It Me To With
Sylvia's Fran Ran Run
Franco Secco Pro ...

#2 le 13 Fevrier, 2009 Vendredi matin a 9:41 AM en Virginie en voiture on a bright, baby blue sky now, warmer yet with sharp winds quite cold!

Sylvia Ven Veni
Vene Eneto Her
Fam Am Pros Of
Ose Osecc Secco
Now Liquid Bubs
Ubs Ubbles Many
Pro Cham Hamps
Gramps Dat Nino
Mot Mots In Liq
Form Iquids Set
Forth Storm Like
Blue Liquid White
Skies Over Pal
Alat Tong Alates
Ongues Ours Their
Prosecco Syl Ylv
Ylvia Now Gen Yes
Ener Rah Rah Ration
New Comes Us Visit
D.C. Days Two Ago Go
Go Go !
Poured Us Lots Her
Prosecco ...

#3 le 13 Fevrier, 2009 Vendredi matin en Virginie en voiture on a sunny, bright, very windy morning ... sun on my hands now as I write.

Pros Seccos Soft

Sylv's Seccos

Her Fams Hers

Gents Lads Ladies

Smooth Touches

Liquids Forms To

Tongues Cheeks Ours

Touch Car Yes Ours

Caress With Nino's

Bub Ub Bubbles

Bigger Few Whew!

Fewer To Over Out

Fan Our Palates

Cajole Kiss Our

Mouths Inside From

To Eyes Ours Make Spark

Arc Of Arking

Franco's Vias

Of Syls, Too ...

#5 le 13 Fevrier, 2009 Vendredi matin a 10:00 AM in the parking lot outside Cleveland Park Wines & Spirits before work this morning! On a very windy, cold, breezy bright sunshine blue skies, lovely cheery morn! TONY


Here is the first poem I wrote today inspired by the weather.


The Clou Loud Louds
Rol Olling In Be
They Win Ind Pus
Pushed Wind Clouds
The Sun Blue Clear
Bab Skies Aby
Blue By Gray Thic
Hick Clouds Place
Take Reap Not Repl
Place Winds Sweep
Swep Wept Push
Kept Time Keep
Eeping Be Beep
Beeping Wind Pushed
Reeping The Skies
Hov Above Hover
Ground Over Cover
I Like Babies Blues
I Like The View
From Car My Pew Mine
The Space Grace Me
Good My Gracious Like
It Lot Not Quit Bit Every
I Like Space Ohhh
Op Open

#1 le 13 Fevrier, 2009 Vendredi matin a 9:54 AM en Virginie en voiture on a windy, breezy, cold is coming -still sunny, blue skies now soon replaced by gray heavy clouds... ( it's now Friday evening at home as I type these poems here # !, #2, #3 and it's 10:07 PM and it looks like the gray clouds pushed on through our area today leaving us with the white clouds. Nice ). Cheers, TONY