Ronni ManoaHofbauer Poems

Frosty whispers stir
From slumber, I arise
Melancholy's song
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Flames dance on the tongue, a culinary fire,
Chilli's heat, an addiction, a burning desire.
From jalapeno's kick to ghost pepper's fury,
Each bite a thrill, each meal its own story.
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In the desert of desire, we wander,
Chasing mirages that shimmer and dance.
Love, an oasis just beyond our grasp,
Beckoning with promises of sweet romance.
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In life's grand tapestry, a thread so bright,
You shine, my friend, a beacon in the night.
A source of joy, of hope renewed each day,
How blessed am I to have you light my way.
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Nestled in Austria's mountainous embrace,
Hallstatt slumbers in October's misty lace.
A jewel box village on a silvered lake,
Where autumn's chill causes hearts to ache.
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In flutes of crystal, clear and fine,
Bubbles rise in a golden line.
Champagne, the stars captured in a glass,
A liquid symphony, unsurpassed.
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Upon the rugged shores where wild winds blow,
The isle of Islay cradles dreams of gold,
In peat and smoke, its storied treasures flow,
Each dram reveals a history retold.
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In a glass, sleek and fine,
Gin and vermouth intertwine.
A twist of lemon, or olive green,
Completes this elegant cocktail scene.
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In glass depths, a universe unfolds,
Shiraz, dark as night, its story told.
A symphony of purple, garnet, black,
Swirling memories of sun-kissed track.
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In crystal glass, a golden sun,
Chardonnay's journey has begun.
From Burgundy to Australia's land,
Where adventures await from vines that stand.
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