|The Rhyme Maker
S. H. Bass
Rhyme List: Now
researching wine poetry, one encounters the myths and legends of
antiquity. This is my ode to them.
among other areas of domain, was the god of poetry. He hung
the Muses, nine goddesses in charge of inspiring poetry. They
has in his entourage the Maenads, seductive women who could turn
violent at the drop of a hat (or grape leaf crown). Satyrs,
sometimes depicted as half man/half goat, were also part of the
Bacchants and were known to seduce many a fair woodland nymph with
their flutes and smooth talk. Cymbals and tambourines were
favorite noise makers of Bacchus’ crew.
Siren is a sea nymph that would lure passing sailors into the rocky
shore from which they sang their seductive song.
(Greek) is more widely known by his Roman counterpart, Cupid.
nobody puts new wine into old
wineskins; if he does the wine will
burst the skins - from the Christian scriptures (Mark
S. H. Bass
more S. H.
A Sonnet Sequence
An Altar Boy's Lament
With Bread . . . Sell With Cheese
To White Zinfandel
Our Vintage Years
Wine and Black Coffee
In The Wine
Poet's Wine (a prose poem)
Can Be Said About Both Wine And Poetry
is . . .
Knows No Winter
Thy Name Is Woman
Translations into English Verse:
To Beauty by Charles
Wine Of Lovers
by Charles Baudelaire
Wine Of The Murderer by Charles
Wine Of The Rag-Pickers by Charles
Wine Of The Solitary
by Charles Baudelaire
the past year I've given up by Cecci
Clusters Of Grapes
by Giovanni Pascoli
H. Bass (b. 1956), American writer/poet
on your new wine
have wobbled a dance,
out a song.
with each misstep
each false word
to the truth of you . . . of me . . . of us.
you Muse or Maenad?
wine’s Siren call?
I Satyr or Poet?
of the beguiling flute
the veridical pen?
this true love
this moment’s desire . . .
the arrows of Eros at play?
gods, they be tricksters,
and proud . . .
the conjunctions fey.
good be more gods
not homage to all?
arrows of Eros be damned!
us dare this new wine
old wine skins.
the spillage we’ll dance
a cymbals and lyres)
from Bottled Poetry: Verses
From The Vine, edited
by Stephen H. Bass (Robinsonville, MS:
Spilt Wine Publishing Co.,
2013). © 2013 Stephen
H. Bass. All rights
reserved. Posted at vintagewinepoems.com with the permission
Stephen H. Bass.
H. Bass (b. 1956): Stephen
H. Bass is an American writer/poet. The webmaster of
fingers are typing these words. He will now switch to the
person - singular.
call myself a “writer” is a heralding of avocation rather than
occupation, although wielding a creative “pen in hand” has always
been an ancillary part of my earning a living. While creating plans
and content for the various communications needs of a business entity
is not exactly the stuff of the creative writer, the challenges of
simplifying the complex, enlivening the mundane, celebrating the
everyday . . . this is the “stuff” of all successful
communications – from the sonnet to the business memorandum.
stereotype of the struggling young artist
tables” as he plugs away at his craft in his “off-hours”, is a template
that lays over my life quite nicely (if not snuggly) - for some forty
years now. The tables I currently wait upon are covered with
green felt rather than a checkered tabled cloth, my current occupation
being that of a floor supervisor in the table games department of a
casino. Other tables I have “waited on”
retail sales counter, the salesman’s cubbyhole, and the manager’s desk
- with an extended period as a manager of a local wine shop.
the “struggling young artist” title: I am still “struggling”,
with the rest of middle-class America. I feel
young! I am, however,
old enough to realize that “artist” is a title best conveyed upon one
rather than claimed for oneself.
have some things to say: some thoughts to share, some stories
to tell - you should be hearing from me. vintagewinepoems.com
is but a whisper, a “Psst - hey buddy . . . .”
from a darkened
- S. H. Bass
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