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The Life of a Grape
On the vine, the green fruit ripens,
Becoming fresh and well-rounded,
And such is the life of a grape.
In the sun, its sweet skin softens
On the branch where it's been bounded,
And such is the life of a grape.
The others grow fairly often.
Eventu'lly, it's surrounded,
And such is the life of a grape.
Then one day, away from the flocks,
It's plucked, dried, put into a box,
And such is the life of grape.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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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
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Basement Kiss
Lucy Grace can't show her face down in the North End Road
For in Belgravia
Rumours have been whispered and suggestions have been made
Did you sell your friends out when the heat got too intense?
You say you like the danger but it's only a pretense
You say you need the money
When everybody knows you can always fall back on your inheritance
Did you bruise your arms on those false alarms
Did you bruise your pride on his smile so wide?
Only fingertips from forbidden bliss
Did you bruise your lips in this basement kiss?
Who's that sneaking 'round the door?
You can't come here no more
Can't you go home again?
She used to sit alone for hours
Spend her evenings watering dried flowers
When her mother came to stay and finally went to bed
Lucy Grace was in the front room shooting through your head
She tried to take your breath away and give you something else instead
Next year she'll serve her function in that Audrey Hepburn hat
It still won't suit her much but she'll get over that
She'll be pale and feign indifference as they're handling out the prizes
Spilling Daddy's pearls of wisdom
And her ugly sister's tranquillizers
Why were you so tardy putting up your guard?
When you hurt so easily and you try so hard
Did you bruise your arms on those false alarms
Did you bruise your pride on his smile so wide?
Only fingertips from forbidden bliss
Did you bruise your lips in this basement kiss?
song performed by by Elvis Costello
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Break
Wake me up, angelic skulls,
Tase my zestless disposition.
Bruise me.
Clutch my bleeding heart in your eager
Hands and keep it forever.
Close my eyes with your wings,
Make me feel at ease.
Whispering trees on shimmering eves,
Wasted dreams on barren beds,
Bruise me please.
Collect my universe of tears,
Sparking diamonds in your abyss of darkness
Cover my eyes and help me escape.
Chain me within your eyes,
Take me now, or awake me,
For as doth, you doth, you don't,
My griming face will turn wroth.
Nothing more mediocre than an actor's tears on a globe stage.
Bruise me please, until I bleed.
poem by Jolomi Amuka
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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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Him
I pushed back my hair
Walked through the door
The dream I had was no more
Down my cheeks the tears then ran
Making me think of no pleasure
No pain
How could this be?
How did it happen?
For he is gone, and I can't get past him
He was my friend
Till the end
Now he is gone, no longer my friend?
I asked my self in the dark
Why did this happen?
When did it start?
Daring myself to make a move
The shadows came, to cover my bruise
The bruise on my heart left by him
U shall see it, never again.
by hillary
poem by Heather Noble
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Purple Grapes
Fresh purple grapes,
Dried raisin cakes
I love the seedless kind.
Grape fruit essence
The fruity, tasty kind.
Give it as presents,
I'll tell you I don't mind.
Grape fruit essence
As good as Merlot wine.
Bruise
She holds her head within her hands
Quietly reeling
If only he could understand
What she's feeling
She moves into me
To kiss my shoulder
She waits patiently
For me to hold her
It's all I want
When I want
She's all I need
When it's all
It's all I have
When I lose
It's just a bruise
He holds his head within his hands
Contemplating
If only she could understand
Without waiting
She moves into me
To kiss my shoulder
She waits patiently
For me to hold her
Me to hold
It's all I want
When I want
She's all I need
When it's all
It's all I have
When I lose
It's just a bruise
And it's all we've ever known
Every moment
And it's for me I will grow
It's all I want
When I want
She's all I need
When it's all
It's all I have
When I lose
It's just a bruise
song performed by by Oleander
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Red Grape
You're like a piece of sugar on the vine,
That's been resisted.
And sitting lusciously delicious,
Waiting to get plucked...
When time comes for the picking.
You're like a piece of sugar on the vine,
That's been resisted.
And sitting lusciously delicious,
Waiting to get plucked...
When time comes for the picking.
By someone patient,
Who sits wishing for you to lick.
You're like sugar on the vine,
Not ripe to lick.
You may be a nine in someone's mind.
But not quite ready to snip and pick.
Or slowly drip from someone's lips.
Red grape...
You're not quite ready to squeeze between teeth.
Red grape...
Your sweetness teases tongues among some.
And,
Red grape...
You look so ripe,
For an easy pick to lick!
You're like a piece of sugar on the vine,
That's been resisted.
And sitting lusciously delicious,
Waiting to get plucked...
When time comes for the picking.
But,
Red grape...
You're not quite ready to squeeze between teeth.
And,
Red grape...
You look so ripe,
For an easy pick to lick!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Facial Expression Redefining the Meaning of Love
Love
Like a raisin
Dried in the sun,
Hardened by time,
Sweet to a choke.
The difference
Between a grape
And its transform:
Liquidity.
Rape the juice
From a ripe grape,
You get extract
In solid form.
Sun toughens life,
Dehydrates cells,
Leaves leaves lacking
Cracking color.
Wrinkles written
On a surface
Rough of desire,
Size down to daunt.
It once ago
Was, no longer
Is its old self,
Just a raisin:
A sweet re-treat!
Home
This place I once called home is no longer my home,
I am better off alone,
I know that you don’t care about me,
When you come home I am already stoned,
All you do is scream at me,
All you do is hit me when I don’t listen,
This is not my home,
I think I am better off alone,
By the time I come home I know that your not home,
When you get the chance all you do grape at me,
No matter how hard I have tried,
You were never satisfied,
This house is not home,
This place I once loved,
Now hated by few,
All you do is scream, grape, and hit me,
All I want to do is cut and bleed,
Yell and cry out all my tears,
This place is not my home,
I think I am better off alone.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Heart-shaped Bruise
Tell me now, or am I only dreaming?
Tell me now, or are you only teasing?
I felt the cold hard facts of life
Five degrees from freezing
Does it amuse you to always hurt me so?
I try my best, its not enough
Should I give up and let you go?
Theres nothing more to take from me
Theres nothing more to give you dear
Theres nothing else that I can lose
Except this heart-shaped bruise
It will fade from purple to black
It will fade just as the day was lost into twilight
Tell me now or am I only dreaming?
You said that youd be mine for life
And now you say youre leaving
If I could hold you once more before you go
When I approach you you just lash out
Should I give up and let you...
What more is there to take from me?
Theres nothing more to give you dear
Theres nothing more that I can lose
Except this heart-shaped bruise
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Heart Shaped Bruise (feat. Emmylou Harris)
Tell me now
Or are you only teasing?
I felt the cold hard facts of life
Five degrees from freezing
Does it amuse you to always hurt me so?
I try my best it's not enough
Should I give up and let you?
What more is there to take from me?
There's nothing else to give you, dear
There's nothing more that I can lose
Except this Heart Shaped Bruise
It will fade
From purple to violet
It will fade
Just as the day dissolves into twilight
Tell me now
Or am I only dreaming?
You said that you'd be mine for life
And now you say you're leaving
If I could hold you once more before you go
When I approach you just lash out
Should I give up and let you?
What more is there to take from me?
There's nothing else to give you, dear
There's nothing more that I can lose
Accept this Heart Shaped Bruise
It will fade from purple to violet
It will fade?
She's pulling out the pin
song performed by by Elvis Costello
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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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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People You Knew
Don't keep it bottled up...
All those reasons you can let off steam.
Don't keep it bottled up...
All those things you keep and do not need.
Let me remind you,
Things don't define you.
Leave them behind you...
All those things you should let go.
All those things that bring sorrow.
All those things that could explode,
To bruise...
Those people you once loved but lose!
Don't keep it bottled up...
All those reasons you can let off steam.
Don't keep it bottled up...
All those things you keep and do not need.
Let me remind you,
Things don't define you.
Leave them behind you...
All those things that could explode,
To bruise...
Those people you once loved but lose!
All those things you should let go.
All those things that bring sorrow.
All those things that could explode,
To bruise...
Those people you once loved but lose!
Those people you knew you made fools.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bunker Hill
She
She
She
Lock the bus undo the chain
Getting all to hot, gotta head on 5th and main
I look like you I feel the same
You don't even know my name
I got this tied up to my cell
Well everybody's gone to the everybody shell
Are you coming through, do you want me to, take your body
It would be so cool, to be cool with you, I said lordy lordy
I don't like blood into the chain
A dirty sun will burn away
Do you even want to stay
Are you coming through, do you want me to, take your body
It would be so cool, to be cool with you, I said lordy lordy
Where'd ya get that bruise, do you want me to,
take your body
I must still, taking your bod away
Are you coming through, do you want me to, take your body
It would be so cool, to be cool with you. I said lordy lordy
Where'd ya get that bruise, do you want me to,
take your body
I must still, taking your bod away
song performed by by Red Hot Chili Peppers
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Water into wine
Once upon a time,
Jesus, who called himself the true vine,
turned water into wine
in an act of love.
All over the world, right now,
a million grape vines
are performing the same miracle
slowly; silently; aided by the sun;
their roots, like farmers, coal or diamond miners,
searching in the earth
for the most precious;
it doesn’t hit the headlines
but who dares say
a patient, silent, unsung love
is any less a miracle?
Who dares say that grape vines
do not seek and love
their beautiful perfection?
miracles, an act of love;
love, that miracle unearned –
what may we do to earn, to drink,
that wine of Love, but love?
*
[with a bow to Hafiz]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Dancin Shoes
I know youre so sad
So sad you cant cry
But I know you let go
Although you cant remember why
Your lipstick dont fit
Your straps coming loose
Youre out in the hall
Waltzing the blues
Now you hurt somewhere
They wont find a bruise
Youve been learning to walk
In those dancin shoes
I had a mama
She told me bout you
She said true love dont lie
You touch that woman
And the smoke wont leave your eyes
Youre talking, you walk
cause you cant refuse
Learning to walk
In those dancin shoes
Now you hurt somewhere
They wont find a bruise
Learning to walk
In those dancin shoes
song performed by by U2
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