Best Winepress Poems

I cannot help but jeer and laugh.
Dull knives, and spears, and staves
they raise to praise their golden calf,
while standing in their graves.

So soon have they forgot the staff
of Him Who kills and saves.
They break the law, of stone, in half.
His hand, on hearts of stone,...

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’Twas Martha, not Mary, quite contrary
When asked just how the vineyard grows.
A sanctuary from the world;
that’s what we really meant, you know.
Methinks latinx* can visit here
To trim the vines so merry.
Our food’s divine, just watch the time,
And catch the evening ferry.


*rhymes with methinks, methinks :-)...

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WINEPRESS OF LOVE

Winepress of love,
The grapes are glowingly grown
Stressed-out by winemakers
Deprived of springs and raindrops
But under abundance of sunshine
Paraded like in beauty pageant
And as a greased glittering nettles,
Glitters of one weeds-out weak ones,
Only the strongest survives the scorch
These are the grapes that make the finest...

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