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Archive for February, 2019

Quoted in the Grove:
Love knows no virtue, no merit; it loves and forgives and tolerates everything because it must. We are not guided by reason.
~Leopold von Sacher-Masoch

My reason, the physician to my love, angry that his prescriptions are not kept, hath left me.
~William Shakespeare

When love is not madness, it is not love.
~Pedro Calderon de la Barca

EndQuote:
Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.
~Lynda Barry

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Posted from the Grove

Love: The Edifice

Penthouse: Love When It’s Good
~Eric Clapton: Wonderful Tonight (Slowhand At 70)   (3:47)

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~Straight No Chaser:  I’m Yours   (3:46)

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Apartment Life: Love Coming Apart / Evolving

~Streisand & Diamond:  You Don’t Bring Flowers   (3:21)

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~Bette Midler & Ms Judd:  The Rose    (3:45/5:17)

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Lobby Love: Revolving Door / Exit

~Whitney Houston:  Always Love You   (6:47)

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~Alex Goot & Hannah Trigwell cover Natalie Imbruglia:  Torn   (3:27)

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Bargain Basement Love: Factory Rejects

~Ray Price:  For the Good Times   (3:50)

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~Simon & Garfunkel:  I Am a Rock   (2:57)

 

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Prewritten Exercise for Thurs 02/21:  debris, bias

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@Writers Platform

In The Grove:

~Greenie @I Like The Rain
Morning Meet

Tiny wings flutter
soft winds brush my cheek
twinkling sounds ring
from the twittering beak

Brave little mister
dew drops on demand
ruby throat flashes
as he nears my hand

Fingertip offered
a half moon of sweet
golden sunbeams bright
morning meet complete

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Prewritten:  glove, smokescreen

~BarTalk:
Charity

Life’s aflame and blame’s the match
Torched shame’s abode to level ground
Smokescreen billows hide those who watch

Mad crisis at hand but gloved in love
For holding to instead of falling down
‘Tis a friend who helps not God above

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Broken Map

That stage of life played in smokescreen
Wear the mask different at Halloween
Wear gloves over feelings so hands are clean
Failed at love but should have seen

Reversed polarities for meeting mates
Mean hearts that touch contaminate
Infecting seed nightmares and dreams
Baby makes three from the pollinate

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Holly Would

Epic love on the silver screen
Shy love passes a ghost unseen
New love hides self-made smokescreen
Nude love’s lovely but rated obscene
Blue love’s filmed on emotional green screens
Gloved love saves lives with rubberized intervenes
A skin-thin wall rising up between
True Love‘s coming and X-rated onscreen

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Scenario

Worn leather jacket
Suede vest with a shine
Wears gloves to hide crime
A hatchet man hit in time
A smokescreen for rhyme

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5-7-5 x 3

firecracker smokescreen
glove’s residue speaks volumes
prosecution rests
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Six pack and a pint
Smelled of smoke, screened for the weed
Half in the bag, Love
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smokescreen, the weapon
castrate voters with contempt
then take off the gloves

 

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Quoted in the Grove:
Love is friendship caught fire.
~Jerry Anderson

Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.
~Charles Schulz

I have found that if you love life, life will love you back.
~Arthur Rubinstein

EndQuote:
At any rate, let us love for a while, for a year or so, you and me. That’s a form of divine drunkenness that we can all try.
~F Scott Fitzgerald

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Prewritten Exercise for  Thurs 02/14:  glove, smokescreen

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Posted from the Grove

Want Lasting Love? Someone like you? Understanding the other

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@Writers Platform

Glass Table:

~Greenie:  Buds
(From Impromptu 01-19-17)

Buds perked pinked ready
fresh, begging to be devoured
take me now within
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In a constant state of realization
Amazement never ceasing
In a breathless state, anticipation
Her heartbeat ever increasing

Dreamer wakens

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Never Truly

Rainbowed shadows of life
flickering pale images
winding walls within my mind
the only life they breathe
soft sighs and murmuring cries
the language of loneliness and loss
dreams that never die, yet
never, truly live

 

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Prewritten:  bullet, snowball

~BarTalk:
From

Cradlesong to rock nights
Soft kisses to bullet bites
From random lobs to gun sights
Rocks in snowballs to missile flights
From standing upright to human rights
Manly stand-ins for the old cock fight

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untitled

Love’s blistering snowball scars like a bullet
Members have roll call with cards in their wallets
First love’s a sno-cone all mushy and sweet
Found love is garden love fertile and green
Spring starts a ground swell life earning its keep
Death feels like snowfall soft silence cold memories
…and sleep

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Technicality

Posted bulletin at the local park
States: No ball games to start after dark
Get toasted, arrested, but never been bested
Post bail out of jail just after midnight
Be balling again soon as there’s daylight

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Happy Ditty #39

Mongers make money with bullets
Tanks with ammo loaded on pallets
Careless words pregnant with lies
Seed with intent so there is no surprise
The snowball to war a prize realized

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silver bullet fame
lonely lawman boss Indian
snowballing legends

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Quoted in the Grove:
What a heavy oar the pen is, and what a strong current ideas are to row in!
~Gustave Flaubert

Writing is thinking. To write well is to think clearly. That’s why it’s so hard.
~David McCullough

Every writer I know has trouble writing.
~Joseph Heller

EndQuote:
I am not ‘I’ unless I continue to hammer at that nut. Stop and I become a shrunken old man. Continue and I have a gleam in my eye.
~John Archibald Wheeler

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Prewritten Exercise 02.07 is: bullet, snowball

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Posted from the Grove

Head Scratching Headlines From the World of Science:   Popular Science

 

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@Writers Platform

Glass Table:

~Greenie:
Breathy Voice

Thinking along a random thought
something undefined, became a’wrought

Trying to recall an inner song
words became a writhing throng

Clamorous ringing in my brain
can’t decipher a single refrain

Soul song raging to be let free
innermost urges within the depths of me

Slithering along the corridors so dark
waiting for the hope of a spark

Spilling out from fingertips
breathy voice from my full lips

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Prewritten:  hybrid, deed

~BarTalk:
the box

’tis a trivial truth
a hybrid reality lies
twixt deed and thought
where Schrodinger’s cat
lives or

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Rest Assured

Low brow on a high bridge
Eating crow in a sandwich
Sings My Way or the hiway
When I jump to conclusion
Indeed it’s the end

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do-be-do

Answers are hybrid
When questions are turbid
When energy goes torpid
And entropy turns rancid
Bad habits turn rabid, but
Deeds do wind ’em up rapid

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5-7-5 x 3

indica for dreams
deed of land a hybrid crop
sativa for thought
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deeded a lifetime
curiosity’s diet
feeds hybrids to be
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earth fire water air
epic deeds ancient heroes
hybrid elements

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