There is no need to complain about the sourness of other's grapes everytime. If you can plant your own, then do it, and hope that its fruit is sweeter.
In plain sense, other than minding other people's work and complaining from time to time, make your own if you really can and aim to be better.
Besides, you can only say that the grape is sour is if it is not yours.
January 16, 2024
Categories:
graping, wisdom,
Form: Prose
Jeepers creepers, evening peepers
It's their job like one's life keepers
Finding flaws on others' scar
Like perfect people, all they are
Guarding in the light of day
Sour graping in every way
Like it's their own business to mind
Fault in others, they try to find
I don't know how much they're paid
Maybe it's too far in grade
Or they're just puppets in a play
Barking out without a pay
*For those bigots who guard me 24/7 like I'm some kind of Extra Terrestrial being. They even illegally watch over my phone and my home.*
Categories:
graping, abuse,
Form: Rhyme
Conjured words on a puppet play
Like silly antics out of tune
All are taught the words to say
Their feet are caught in sand of dune
Going through and passing by
Just to blow harsh words for a pay
They're singers singing the same lullaby
Sour graping night and day
Categories:
graping, 10th grade,
Form: Rhyme
The music goes playing,
One night amid the rain pouring.
Whisper-a-heart, longing,
Akin to pain...sour-graping.
Prayer alone, two feet swaying.
The road stands, toward a-breaking.
The blood runs, hard breathing.
Alone in solitude, a heart is bleeding.
Categories:
graping, 12th grade, emotions, pain,
Form: Rhyme
As I travel through this torn valley
I look around then I drop to my knees
Graping the blade that guides my me
I will always fight knowing that I can be happy
Cutting through the sorrow and torment
Until this moment I have wasted the time spent
Focusing on my future
Thinking of my past
As long as there is something worth fighting for
My bad memories leave me fast
I will never give up nor will I back away
Not at night, not at day
I will always have a purpose
No matter what happens...
Categories:
graping, adventure, fantasy, happiness, hope,
Form: Narrative
The fabulously rich and famous man
is indeed a really admirable somebody;
but if he's not a "we" in the affectionate
circle of anybody, he's a lonesome nobody;
if he belongs not to the "us" in the friendly
heart of someone, he's a solitary no one;
some may say this point of view is passe,
just a lot of loser's sour-graping baloney;
but without true loves and real friends, verily,
one is poor if his only wealth is much money !
Categories:
graping, friendship, love, people,
Form: Tail-rhyme