In the hearts and minds of the people, the grapes of wrath were growing heavy for the vintage.
John Steinbeck in The Grapes of Wrath
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In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.
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The Mother Exultant
Joy! Joy! Joy!
The hills are glad,
The valleys re-echo with merriment,
In my heart is the sound of laughter,
And my feet dance to the time of it;
Oh, little son, carried light on my shoulder,
Let us go laughing and dancing through the live days,
For this is the hour of the vintage,
When man gathereth for himself the fruits of the vineyard.
Look, little son, look:
The grapes are translucent and ripe,
They are heavy and fragrant with juice
They wait for the hands of the vintagers;
For a long time the grapes were not,
And were in the womb of the earth,
Then out of the heavens came the rain,
The sun sent down his warmth from the sky,
At the touch of life, life stirred,
And the earth brought forth her fruits in due season.
I was a maid and alone,
When, behold, there came to me a vision;
My heart cried out within me,
And the voice was the voice of God.
Yea, a virgin I dreamed of love,
And was troubled and sore afraid,
I wept and was glad,
For the word of my heart named me blesse'd,
My soul exhalted the might of creation.
I was a maid and alone,
When, behold, my lover came to me,
My belove'd held me in his arms.
Joy! Joy! Joy!
Now is the vision fulfilled;
I have conceived,
I have carried in my womb,
I have brought forth
The life of the world;
Out of my joy and my pain,
Out of the fulness of my living
Hath my son gained his life.
Look, little son, look:
The grapes are ripe for gathering;
The fresh, deep earth is in them,
And clean water from the clouds.
And golden, golden sun is in the heart of the grapes.
Look, little son, look:
The earth, your mother,
And the touch of life who is your father,
They have provided food for you
That you also may live.
The vineyards are planted on the hillside,
They are the vineyards of my belove'd,
He chose a favorable spot,
His hands prepared the soil for the planting;
He set out the young vines
And cared for them till the time of their bearing.
Nopw is his labour fulfilled who worked with God.
The fruit of the vineyard is ripe,
The vintagers laugh in the sun,
They sing while they gather the grapes,
For the vintage is a good one,
The wine vats are pressed down and running over.
Joy! Joy! Joy!
Now is the wonder accomplished;
Out of the heat of the living grape
Hath the hand of my belove'd
Wrung the wine of the dream of life.
Belove'd,
My little son's father,
Together we have given life,
And the vision of life;
Shall we not rejoice
Who have made eternal
The days of our living.
Look, little son, look:
The grapes glow with rich juice;
The juice of the grape hath in it
The substance of the earth,
And the air's breath;
It hath in it the soul of the vintage.
Put forth your hand, little son,
And take for yourself the life
That your father and your mother
Have provided for you.
Joy! Joy! Joy!
The halls are glad,
The valleys re-echo with merriment,
In my heart is the sound of laughter,
And my feet dance to the time of it;
Oh, little son, carried light on my shoulder,
Let us go laughing and dancing through the live days,
For this is the hour of vintage,
When man gathereth for himself the fruits of the vineyard.
1905
poem by Adelaide Crapsey
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A War Song Of Tyrol
'WILD eagle of the Tyrol,
Why are thy feathers red?'
'I 've been to greet the morning
On Ortler's crimsoned head!'
'Gray eagle of the Tyrol,
'T is not the morning light
Drips from the soaring pinions
That wing thine airy flight.
'Proud eagle of the Tyrol,
Why are thy claws so red?'
'I 've been where Etschland's maidens
The ruddy vintage tread.'
'Gray eagle of the Tyrol,
Red runs our Tyrol wine;
But redder ran the vintage
That stained those claws of thine.
'Wild eagle of the Tyrol,
Why is thy beak so red?'
'Go ask the gorge of Stilfes,
Where lie the Saxon dead!
'The grapes were ripe in August
Wherewith my beak is red;
The vines that gave that vintage
No other wine will shed:
My beak is red with battle;
I've been among the dead!'
poem by Silas Weir Mitchell
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The Wrath Did End
i was angry with my friend
now i told my wrath,
the wrath did end,
i wandered in fears,
whole day with my tears,
but i cant be apart,
so i told my wrath,
the wrath did end.
my soul told me
how can you hurt,
whom you placed
in your heart,
so i told my wrath,
and wrath did end.
i am back my dear,
and never ever do so.
u also please dont,
treat me as a foe,
and tell your wrath,
and wrath will end
poem by Anubhav gupta
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I know this--a man got to do what he got to do.
John Steinbeck in The Grapes of Wrath (1939)
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But peace does not rest in the charters and covenants alone. It lies in the hearts and minds of all people. So let us not rest all our hopes on parchment and on paper, let us strive to build peace, a desire for peace, a willingness to work for peace in the hearts and minds of all of our people. I believe that we can. I believe the problems of human destiny are not beyond the reach of human beings.
quote by John F. Kennedy
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You could think of extraordinary examples to the contrary: The Grapes of Wrath... and even into the 70s.
quote by Charlton Heston
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Discipline Is The Need Of The Hour
What the nation needs is unity
and people's will to fight all foes;
What the world lacks is amity
Of countries, and solving woes!
Terrorism is a war on-going,
That may take on different forms;
The will to stamp it out must not wane,
Despite all problems within and abroad.
Shed off your pride, ego and corruption;
Throw off your selfishness of hearts and minds;
All basic needs of people must be met;
The Parliament must do its duty first!
Let leaders be disciplined unto world;
The party rants and raves may stay outside;
The tax-payers want prices to be slashed,
Not unaccounted money to be stashed!
Ask what you've done for your nation India?
The people are the wealth hidden and seen;
Keep the youth healthy and active always;
Let them not catch any vice but advice!
Awaken leaders, bureaucrats, people!
Let patriotism fill up your hearts;
You cannot waste money or people's time!
Foes of every kind are watching you.
Let fear not seize your minds about the past;
Let hearts be steadfast, work in better ways;
Control the evil forces within you;
Keep your spirits high and hearts united!
poem by John Celes
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Psalm 85 part 1
v.1-8
L. M.
Waiting for an answer to prayer; or, Deliverance begun and completed.
Lord, thou hast called thy grace to mind,
Thou hast reversed our heavy doom;
So God forgave when Isr'el sinned,
And brought his wand'ring captives home.
Thou hast begun to set us free,
And made thy fiercest wrath abate;
Now let our hearts be turned to thee,
And thy salvation be complete.
Revive our dying graces, Lord,
And let thy saints in thee rejoice;
Make known thy truth, fulfil thy word;
We wait for praise to tune our voice.
We wait to hear what God will say;
He'll speak, and give his people peace;
But let them run no more astray,
Lest his returning wrath increase.
poem by Isaac Watts
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The heartless
Are the heartless but those who have no hearts?
Are the mindless but those who have no minds?
Others too who prove themselves useless
Notwithstanding their massive hearts and minds.
05.05.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Growing Pain
Im a battleship, frozen by my mothers anger,
Anchored in the north pole sea.
Im a sphinx, stamped on the hilton poster,
Hoping to see the desert.
Im a woman without country or state.
Opening her head to the universe,
Hundred thousand people in me.
Evry day theyre growing,
Evry day theyre feeling.
Hes an infant, blinded from his mothers sorrow,
Crawling in the bleeding sky.
Hes a building, floating in spring air,
Hoping to open his windows.
Hes a man, bound on earth soil,
Reaching his hands to the universe,
Hundred thousand people in him.
Evry day theyre feeling,
Evry day theyre growing.
Growing pain, growing joy,
Growing pain, growing joy.
Growing together, reaching each other.
Growing pain, growing joy,
Growing pain, growing joy.
Growing together, reaching each other.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Growing Pain
Im a battleship, frozen by my mothers anger,
Anchored in the north pole sea.
Im a sphinx, stamped on the hilton poster,
Hoping to see the desert.
Im a woman without country or state.
Opening her head to the universe,
Hundred thousand people in me.
Evry day theyre growing,
Evry day theyre feeling.
Hes an infant, blinded from his mothers sorrow,
Crawling in the bleeding sky.
Hes a building, floating in spring air,
Hoping to open his windows.
Hes a man, bound on earth soil,
Reaching his hands to the universe,
Hundred thousand people in him.
Evry day theyre feeling,
Evry day theyre growing.
Growing pain, growing joy,
Growing pain, growing joy.
Growing together, reaching each other.
Growing pain, growing joy,
Growing pain, growing joy.
Growing together, reaching each other.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Holy War
Perplexing hearts and dreadful minds
Cares enough for you to be
Thoughts of touch in crystal smiles
Glares enough for you to see
Days of old in that desperate hour
A crusade began at the break of dawn
Unleashed the wrath of the churches power
Only proving no one would become their pawn
Through suppression of faith
repression of need
prediction of reason
to establish a lead
Predjudicial enlightenment of culture and tillage
A charismatic reformation of rational pilgrims
There'll be mourning with victory, a constant becoming
One choice, one struggle, a migrant within your soul
From clay to God- his wrath remains in the bowl
Pope Urban was denied
Now a Holy War- diversified
poem by Mason Maestro
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The End Of And The Beginning Of
What is this and what is that
What is this madness in our minds the emptiness in our souls hearts torn asunder ripped from our chests torn to bits fed to the savage unknown beasts
Wake up screaming clenchin ur chest knowin it was a dream u ve a woken to a reality unraveling itself before your very eyes it warps our minds space an time havin no meaning this universe gettin torn to shitEverything bad an anything good all mixed into a big fuckin chaotic psychotic nitemare on elmstreet type bullshit
The darkness that consumes our souls
The demons that would one day awaken Those shadows that lurk in the back of our minds our hearts still torn to pieces fed to the dogs of hell feasting away
An incident happins good to bad bad to worse worst to pretty fucking shitty The shadows dancin away in the back of our minds wars break out on a big ass scale like 5 times worse then ww 2
Bombs droppin people gettin blown to pieces like dogmeat bullets flying everywhere soon the powers decide to start usin nukes Everything an anyone gets fryed alive this beautiful war oh my power to the people or people to the power before we all die Everything goes dark it is peacful no longer do we cry in agony our eyes get heavy our hearts slow down the light leaves us the darkness is welcomed Love was never for some of us but it was never against us yet it was hard falling for someone anyone sayin how u feel for them an knowin u would do anything for her... but then nothing happens as yer lost alone wit out a fuckin clue as of wat to do no u are not heart broken but we re still alone mad at our selves love is not for all of us jus a select few OF swords an hearts our eyes an times happines lost a sword a good thing to have to fight ur way thru bullshit ur heart no more our intentions unclear lost away in our eyes madnes we see Madness an happiness every fuckin where woof**kinhoo i dont know what else to say....time is of the essence For the essence of time is like love u have lots of it or u dont i guess Thats why thats the end of... and the beginning of...
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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Care For One Another..
Look at the hearts only,
Beating inside punctually,
as the stars majestically,
One above other vertically,
Hearts are beating vibrantly.
One above the other in high rise,
hearts toil with no surprise,
as the galaxies and constellations,
Hearts are beating horizontally,
Few hearts in big space,
Many hearts in small place,
as the diamonds twinkle in space,
Hearts are found in the ocean,
Hearts are there in the mountains,
Hearts are loitering in the jungles,
Hearts are beating in places,
as the planted gems above us,
Daring hearts are weak,
Weaker hearts are strong,
Most hearts are healthy,
Run and work in safety,
A few suffer and are sickly,
Clogged with fat and heavy,
Rich and poor man's hearts,
Educated and uneducated hearts,
Good and evil hearts,
Agnostic and spiritual hearts,
Healthy and sick hearts,
Beat everywhere to show,
That we care for one another,
and we love one another,
as we look at the stars,
the stars look at our hearts.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Good Morning Beautiful
One of these days you'll break me of many things
Some cold white day, but you're crazy if you think I would leave you this way
You should wake up before the wrath comes
(me and you) could take off before the wrath comes...soon
And one of these days I pray it will be sometime soon
On a day like today, you'd be crazy not to want me to teach you the way
You should wake up before the wrath comes
(me and you) could take off before the wrath comes...soon
Well I know what you're like - I've read it on the walls
You're too tired, you choose heaven over the earth and me but come on please...
You should wake up before the wrath comes
(me and you) could take off before the wrath comes
Well (maybe you) should take off
(yeah you) should take off
song performed by by Deftones
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They Themselves Deceive
When people sell with a doing,
To those who become sold...
They themselves deceive.
With a doing done they say they do,
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive.
Since many possess college degrees....
In the hopes to receive achievement to get,
Competence with a common sense...
But they themselves deceive...
With minds feeding on 'bling' and greed.!
People like this are not taught how to feel,
A difference between what is fake and what's real.
They themselves deceive.
With a thinking they do this to other people,
They themselves deceive.
People like this are not taught to assess,
Correct ways to live and with honesty best.
People who cheat find it weak to confess.
They themselves deceive,
Unknowing it with doing!
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive!
With a making of lies to tell and sell.
They themselves deceive!
And a manifesting of this done too well.
They themselves deceive!
They themselves deceive!
They themselves deceive!
With a making of lies to tell and sell.
They themselves deceive.
With a manifesting of this done too well.
They themselves deceive.
With a growing of this to be known and shown.
They themselves deceive.
With a growing of this to be known and shown.
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Man, unlike any other thing organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments.
John Steinbeck in The Grapes of Wrath (1939)
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“the Grapes Of Wrath”
80 years, another “Great Depression”
Deep ruts in a troubled Nation’s path
Failed Banks, no jobs, no fabrication
Eat again Steinbeck “Grapes of wrath”
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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