Short Sour Grapes Poems
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You gave gifts of sour grapes, crushing spirit underfoot.
Transforming bitterness to fine sweet wine, I bade you dine with me,
Yet, I feast alone, at the banqueting table tonight.
earths sweetest apple
grows on a tree very bare
sour grapes seeks its share
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Carol Brown..."Listless"
"the heart forgives...the mind will not forget"
but when the mind forgives,
it is the healing part of Karma, yet?
is this it's tune...of sour grapes regret...
Don
You should admit your mistakes and eat humble pie -
a much better option than sour grapes' juice in your eye!
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Message in a...Hic-up!...reddish bottle
I popped up the cork - installed a throttle
My mouth is now sore
Sour grapes - galore
I woke in Las Vegas as Ms. Pottle...(?!?)
6/21/2011
for Francine Roberts' Contest "Bottle of Wine,( fruit of the vine, when........) "
Ended Up With Sour Grapes
Is amazing how from mother each one escapes,
Yet we still end up in various sizes and shapes;
Was never planned;
Did not understand,
And our peaceful life ended up with sour grapes.
Jim Horn
What do the grade categories indicate?
Little white dove sat on my window porch today,
Just singing away.
Noticing dirt behind it's ear,
I started to fear.
No,
I do not have time neither give in to hear.
Closing the drapes,
Bird's song full of sour grapes.
Only last words to say,
"Your gossip lips, not today!"
Form:
Sour grapes,
Ancient clunker,
Moldy Gorgonzola,
Scarred garage sale table.
Fine wine,
Vintage car,
Rich blue cheese,
Polished antique furniture.
Time passes for all things.
Whether treasure or trash,
Depends upon the attitude.
Life is no different.
THEME: Aging
Leave me
You complain
I am too slow
I am too fast
Too dumb
Too many shoes
You liked my legs well enough
Before you tasted the fruit
You had sweet words
Now you speak with sour grapes
If I was male, I’d nail you to a stake
Choosing you
My life’s mistake
Form:
playing chicken with couch potato
bring home the bacon with two peas in a pod
in a pickle with forbidden fruit
full of beans with egg on my face
go bananas with sour grapes
cream of the crop with dangling carrots
cool as a cucumber with apple of my eye
crying over spilt milk with raising a toast
spill the beans with cheesy jokes
The earth is beneath me
The turmoil is like volcanos
The challenge is like an ocean
The floods are coming
The mirror has cracked
The piece is like a petal
The stem is like a wooden spoon
The man has arrived
The universe is the core of existence
The star is like entangled roots
The planent is like a sweet and sour grapes
The prophecy has come true
I always sought after to clear up the tittle-tattle
that continously throws mud at my character
Incessantly belittling and throwing sour grapes
created to denigrate with contempt and dishonor
thrown at my name.
God is so amazing, so amazing he will not leave us
nor forsake us, He will constantly bring us out of
our tests.
seasons
February rain
Has grains of ice
April rain
Has promise
But both have in common
To make equally wet
February has short evening
And a long night
April has a long evening
And a short night
Equality among months
Is uneven
Like wealth and poverty
That’s why I chose
May
Hope the vines will grow strong
Last year’s harvest
Was sour grapes
Counting the stars in the night sky,
aiming at heart to fly high,
different stages worth remembrance,
a flattering moment or a nuisance.
When grown old and white,
when eyes lack much light,
you will see with your soul,
every fixed and unfulfilled goal.
Move back to the time,
of sour grapes and sweet lime!
Memories never let go,
they will always flow...
From best to worst
Boy, it hurts
Teddy's tasty peanut butter sandwich
Mixed with onions and liverwurst
Just what comes first
The peanut or the butter
best to worst
Amber fire sweet potpourri
Sour grapes flaming skin scared sunburnt
Personally I like chocolate donuts with my liverwurst ?
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Pandemonium harvest snow day
spotlight kindling fog ice sweet
I was sour Aquarius birth in January way
Instead of July salmon dragons creeps
in Cotton wheat fields dust bunnies
Harvesting sour grapes potpourri running
Amber bake bronze rolling hills and salmon streams prey
As winter morning dew frost
Winter's voice, winter's host
11/26/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
We’ve got all the whys and wherefores:
FORBIDDEN FRUIT
HUMBLE PIE
SOUR GRAPES
HIGH JINKS
DEMON RUM
GALL and WORMWOOD
BATHTUB GIN
FOOD for THOUGHT
Tickle her fancy!
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magic
fermented smiles
touching
clouds
evaporated
mock?
taunt?
troll?
negative?
insult
provoke
stoke
in Chatham
or
love
breathe
lend a hand
lovely and grand
storms
negative vibes
no more brandy
only wine
sour grapes hide
A king
Harif
soothes all my voices
even if both cry
rainbows
ignore the rain
dance arm in arm
sunshine shines
wisdom speaks
for
whom
is
kind
sunshines
Sour grapes make for the most
bitter wine.
I drink from it daily
Seeing lives I wish to lead
Moments I wish were mine
Familiarity breeds contempt
Brewing this hatred inside
No longer happy for you
No longer living through you
But resenting you
Questioning, why you
Not me
Turning all these sweet things
sour
Turning all this love into
rancour
Turning these brown eyes,
green
Filling my glass to the rim
I take another sip.
Sour grapes have been washed
And set out to tease.
Sitting in the middle of the room
On a pedestal of glass.
Sour grapes look down
With an almost disdainful stare
At the Lords and Ladies hurrying by
Wondering if any would care.
The scurrying,the trifling
The signs of human persons.
Gave it courage to ask.
Care for some?"
Let sour grapes sit.
Adorned in the finest China.
For in tasting only can you tell.
The story sour grapes bear.
Rachel
Rachel, sweetest looking peach on such a high branch
A teasing sway in her round hips, full of undiluted
gorgeous femininity
Eyes as blue as sky and a voice that is felt all over,
more like a warm breeze than sound
Aesop might recommend the lesson of the sour grapes,
but his Greek eyes never saw such a perfect
northern beauty as Rachel. He would have to
eat his words and tell his tale in reverse; how this unreachable
treasure made all the low hanging fruit taste sour
Damn!
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