Quoted in the Grove:
One for whom the pebble has value must be surrounded by treasures wherever he goes.
~Par Lagerkvist
There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it.
~Gustave Flaubert
It creates a feeling of wonder that so much beauty should be apparently created for such little purpose.
~Charles Darwin
EndQuote:
If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for the Creator, there is no poverty.
~Rainer Maria Rilke
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Calvin and Hobbes by: Bill Watterson
www.wordgrove.com/calvinhobbes.html
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Posted from the Grove:
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Prewritten for Thurs (05/14) @6pm PT/9 ET is: a campfire story, scary:
We’re looking for spine-tingling, heart-pounding, pants-wetting scary
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@Writers Platform
Glass Table: No new drops
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Prewritten: A pic by John Pitre:
http://ishtari.arcticworlds3d.com/therestuff/splitworld.jpg
~Greymane: Torn
On the delicate balance of nature and man
Our troubles all started when progress began
Leaving all of creation too wounded to heal
We fashioned the planet with ego and steel
We gambled our future convinced we could win
From our first careless breath to original sin
The human equation of arrogant dreams
is tearing the world apart at the seams
With the price of prosperity measured in souls
Man only believes what his chaos controls
His progress a selfish misguided intent
has covered the world with silent cement
It’s sad how such greed and conceit can enslave
The seasons of man from the cradle to grave
With gilded regrets on his immoral throne
He’ll find in the end that he’s standing alone
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~Piffin: haiku
The last white rhino
Ancient eyes; toxic sunset
Buy American
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~BarTalk: Medicine Ball
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Impromptu: cotton, ember
~Greymane: Sundress
A short cotton sundress caressing her skin
An ember of passion where heart ache begins
A silhouette hiding her tears from the sun
She traded her pain for a moment of fun
Along the dark journey her dream slipped away
Her heart made it home and she met it halfway
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~Piffin: “The Shindig Singe”
Ricky was a regal rabbit
Cotton tail and all
Proud parading popinjay
At every forest ball
He fell into a campfire
Bested by a limbo pole
Guffaws were passed while, ember assed,
He scurried down his hole
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~GaryBob: ~Ember’s End~
Forge and forest fire born
Whisked upon the breeze
Burning brighter than the morn
Whistling high with ease
Power and laughter
Danger and light
A single ember
Sparkling with might
Kindling all around
As it tumbles without shame
Burning groves to the ground
Setting cotton fields aflame
Charring far and wide
Passions lost in spurning
Scarring deep inside
Eternity burning
Glowing softly
Dimming swiftly
Ash pile rising high
Floating lowly
Dying lastly
Vanished with a sigh
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~BarTalk: Disclaimer
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