Short Grape Poems
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The fork goes on the left.
The poor go on the streets.
And the crock sits on the table
when the grape is pressed to treat.
From prison he tried to escape
But, had the IQ of a grape
… His rocket (mis-wired)
… Quickly backfired
Now he’s all over the landscape
Chewy gum stuck to bottom
Of my shoe it tastes so fine
My grape flavored bubble gum
Like when I was young
Russell Sivey
Those who can just do it ~ those who can't just sour grape
November 14, 2023
9:13 PM, PST
Sitio Sandelain, Palayan City
Here at my bangkag
I see my future
in your verses - so divine,
those are like grape vines ;
the juices of your wisdom
drip to satisfy my thirst
27/03/16
To represent the naked ape -
One black, one white and one red grape
Peel away the skin they’re in
And you won’t know which wore which skin
There once was a friar respectable
All thought of him purely impeccable
He took grape from the vine
then fermented strong wine
And now he is more than deprecable
Tree of wisdom’s amber dates
Tree of life’s white grapes
Bread that never perishes
Wisdom’s nice fig leaves
Blessed honey fountains
Blessed grape juice
Dine!
Forested jumble
Vines growing in profusion
Sweet SMELL of wild grape
© Mar 19 2010 Charles Henderson
Glittering Purple
So pretty it is so sweet
Fruit of history
Glittering Purple
So pretty it is so sweet
Taste of memory
Glittering Purple
So pretty it is so sweet
Drink from grape it wines
Sour Grape and Sad Shape
As usual are using things as an escape;
Could call this a Republican sour grape;
Coast to coast,
Brag and boast;
Sure seems to be in such a sad shape.
Jim Horn
from the grape to glass
delights for eye and palate
migrants at work
from the grape to glass
delights for eye and palate
a vintner's expertise
from the grape to glass
delights for eye and palate
ancient history
perfect single grape
clings tentatively to vine
waits for gentle hands
perfect single grape
clings tentatively to vine
playing hard to get
perfect single grape
clings tentatively to vine
sadly never reached
For Alfred's Haiku Contest
frozen on the vine
cryogenic flavored host
a time released smile
frozen on the vine
ice glistening in the sun
grapes hold on tight
harvest time has come
necter trapped in purple orbs
till glasses are raised
Freddie's Grape Haiku Contest
Grape Squeeze
By
Ingrid Showalter Swift
Shake me
Take me
Turn me inside out
Rake me
Make me
Turn my life about
Fake me
Partake of me
till ya turn the tide of doubt
Quake me
Don't forsake me
turn me into... a lover's shout
come and kiss me under the grape arbor
breathe in the grape musk
in the twilight
that primal scent of lust
stand with me under the moon
where we can see our dogs running like fools after moths
waiting for us to be done with this
foolishness
It's my prerogative
to be pejorative.
Crass, grumpy,
and boorish to boot.
Like me, or despise me.
I don't really care.
I'll die.
None will cry.
My coffers they'll loot.
Take what they wish.
Every last dish.
Until there's nothing left,
but the bones.
The traveling grape how you roll along. You visit share & offer yourself. You're tender & offer your superb wayof being yourself. Your skin is part of your characteristic.sometimes you might fall down or roll away. Maybe even get stepped on but you give of you & the best was you.
The Greatest Poem Ever Written
The greatest poem ever written,
made the angels cry...
the oceans fade...
the mountains sway...
and every heart sigh.
But, you would never know...
because I hit an advertisement link below...
and away my masterwork did go.
by Martin Braun
July 28, 2023
slightly sour juice squeezed
from succulent small grape fruits--
this wine smells better
slightly sour juice squeezed
from succulent small grape fruits--
vine has more of them
slightly sour juice squeezed
from succulent small grape fruits--
raisins made for me
CONTEST:"Bacchus The God Who Loved His Grapes" sponsored by Alfred Vassallo.
VIOLET GRAPE PURPLE ENVELOPE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
violet grape-purple envelope
waiting in drawer’s dim hush.
unsent letters breathing deep
holding whispers and promises.
secrets folded sharp as grief,
fermenting like forgotten liqueur.
the scent of longing and fine wine.
Sealed.
beneath each heavy bough
the musk of grape vines
heavy droplets
as we lift them
large grapes
hang from the arbor
scent the air
as I unbutton you
warm hands
kissing feels again like grape skin
your lips are ripe
male scent released into the night
cry out
in deeper tones than mine
forever love will have the scent of grape vine musk
and you
Form:
In the cool light,
I want to peel his skin back
And eat it like the meat of a grape
In the heat summer,
I’m painted, red as Cardinal
And stuffed full of Sparrow’s ecstasy
At the summit of hysteria
He holds me by the sinew
And bends it till I break
Numb on the skin’s landing -
Head had me like a dog
Trodden on the fiber of loving
I'm stuck on the wheel of pain-killing
Violet grape purple envelope
Beholder of your wildest dreams
Holding all the things you long for
Bursting joyful at the seams
Held in gentle mystic splendour
Locked, entombed, a treasured case
Sacred thoughts possessed so tightly
Coccooned within this hidden place
Wrapped in warming rays of sunlight
Imaginary classic trope
Bestower of the dreams envisaged
Violet grape purple envelope
a Curtal Sonnet
Does it matter what the violet grape
said to the purple envelope? To wit:
remember the words of romance written
upon your blank page and how they did shape
all that came after, as if twere a skit
and tragedy of a young lass smitten
with the villain of her downfall, darkly
he wove the spells of love, dressed in chiton
disguise of languid hue, hiding the jitte
he would use to subdue her, how sharply,
leaving her stricken!