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Grapes of Wrath |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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“...fear the time when Manself will not suffer and die for a concept.” John Steinbeck In the pots, the broth is stirring! Crystal light of chandeliers, Brought us closer, bonding, blurring Lines between our dreams and fears. Can’t you feel the human spirit? Do you sense the coming change? Eardrums bursting,-- can you heart it? Can you smell the burning rage? Juices overflow dry mouths,-- Faith was never quite like this! Strip the night, take off her blouse, Give your lucky star that kiss! From above, the Gods, in mirth, Point their fingers, bet, and laugh. Footsteps shake the sleeping earth, Time to harvest Grapes of Wrath. Check out my poetry here: http://cafepoetry.com/stage1/andrey_kneller.htm#My%20Hamlet |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
wonderful poem...loved it..  |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
pretty cool |
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