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Quoted in the Grove:
You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, who had ever been alive.
~James Baldwin

When you re-read a classic, you do not see more in the book than you did before; you see more in yourself than there was before.
~Clifton Fadiman

No two persons ever read the same book.
~Edmund Wilson

EndQuote:
Self-education is, I firmly believe, the only kind of education there is.
~Isaac Asimov

 

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Posted from the Grove

Piffin From The Platform: Beach Boys by any other name

~Fuzzy:  Girl Don’t Tell Me    (2:35)

~Lorrie Morgan & The Beach Boys:   Don’t Worry Baby   (3:17)

~MonaLisa Twins:  God Only Knows    (2:50)

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Plus: Special Request
~Todd Rundgren: Onomatopoeia (for writers only – 1:35)

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Also: From Rusty’s Electric Dreams
Dancing Without Moving   –  A complete goof   (5:04)

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Prewritten for Thurs 06/14 (6:00pm PT/9 ET): word, countdown

 

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: politics, orgasm

“Ninth” by Piffin

I think of all the plans I had, at night
When I am up alone

The politics of ordinary lives
Can wear us to the bone

So many lives inside my heart
Sometimes
I lose track of my own

The girl I was
Would never choose this road
If she had only known

I’ve never had an orgasm
I’m willing to regret
Or a broken heart
That I will soon forget
But every time I see myself
These days, I laugh aloud
Or cry
Depending on the crowd

I might not live the month out
Or I may
I’m okay, either way
At least I’ll leave a piece of me
Behind
To ruin someone’s day

I sit and watch the sun set
Beyond my quiet street
And everything I’ve done
Feels like defeat

Everything

Feels like defeat

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~BarTalk:
Anthem

The politics of excess
Of chaste vs chased sex
Kinky sex that money buys
Mating sex or otherwise
Free The Orgasm!

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Center Entry Party

The politics of sex is
The question of access
With diplomatic entreaties
Disputed area in panties
Tag line: Organisms United
Union of Orgasmics invited

 
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5-7-5 x 7

personal spasm
imperial politics
orgasms alone
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political plants
bright red white and blue flowers
orgasm in beds
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orgasms caught live
best friend’s wife, duck and a mule
now in politics
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mud fence butt ugly
pet themselves to orgasm
political marriage
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late life memories
played with ’60s politics
scoring the big O
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promise anything
orgasms in every bed
politics for sale
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who orgasms first
answer is never correct
or
answer is always suspect
politically

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Quoted in the Grove:
The most common form of despair is not being who you are.
~Søren Kierkegaard

What an odd thing a diary is: the things you omit are more important than those you put in.
~Simone de Beauvoir

The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another, and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it.
~J M Barrie

EndQuote:
Story, finally, is humanity’s autobiography.
~Lloyd Alexander

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Posted from the Grove:

Piffin From The Platform:

~Avril Lavigne:  Anything But Ordinary   (4:11)

~Stroke 9:  Scream   (4:28)

~Garbage:  Blood For Poppies   (3:37)

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Prewritten for Thurs 06/07 (6:00pm PT/9 ET):   politics, orgasm

 

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten ~ Theme: hitchhiking

~ElizaRubi: :o)

That word was “hitchhiking”
Which I wasn’t liking
But instead of the fighting
I better be writing
Because of strict timing
I have to stop whining

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~BarTalk: Hitch / ETA / Hitchin’ Post

Hitch 

crisp morning, chirping
blushing dawn, waking roadside
first piss of the day

stop sign makes them see
someone in the rain thumb out
with a gun or not

blazing humidity
post-rain, puddle topped asphalt
sweating the next ride

the country slides by
thru another driver’s window
and I make it mine

thanks for the ride dude
I’ll leave this for you to try
but not all at once

busty and lusty
wanting something safe and strange
picked a hitchhiker

last ride of the day
do dishes after supper
sleep inside tonight

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ETA

Kind rides freaky notable
Roads prove undependable
Arrive late or not at all
When the road forks
Again

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Hitchin’ Post

The Road, school master
Equal measure of pleasure
Thumb-stranded disaster
What was might have been
Casting fate to the wind

 

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Impromptu:

~Piffin: [May 31]

Wet grass cricket chirp
Pull into the parking lot
Shotgun in my coat

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~Greymane: untitled

Man-packed gunnysack
Married her a handsome jack
shotgun in his back

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~MissMerry: untitled

Out until the dawn
It seemed like a good idea
Panties in her purse

Having too much fun
Daddy told Boyfriend “Hold up!”
shotgun wedding time!

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~Matt: untitled

Running finger down
The gun metal oil was clean
Shotgun moonlight gleam

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~BarTalk: 5-7-5

ring and a shotgun
strung out shore leave, wedding vows
first love, then to war

 

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Quoted in the Grove:
Evidence is the only good reason to believe anything.
~Richard Dawkins

The being cannot be termed rational or virtuous, who obeys any authority, but that of reason.
~Mary Wollstonecraft

Reason should direct and appetite obey.
~Cicero

EndQuote:
Truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it.
~Flannery O’Connor

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Posted from the Grove:

Piffin From The Platform:

~Cruel Youth: Hatefuck   (4:04)
~Cruel Youth: Mr Watson   (3:35)

~Cruel Youth:  Diamond Days   (3:51)

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20 Latin Phrases You Should Be Using
http://mentalfloss.com/article/57898/20-latin-phrases-you-should-be-using

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Glass Table:

~Matttt: A Coyote Hounds Me

Okay, so get this. We’ve got a German shepherd that is very obedient. She weighs about 78lbs. And every night, she goes into the backyard to pee before we go to bed. And then she comes back in to get a doggie treat. So, this is a usual routine. She responds to our verbal commands all the time.

Behind our house is a decent patch of woods with a trail or two that we use to wander around and go for walks. And we have lots of various wildlife back there (coyotes, deer, turkeys, raccoons, foxes, possum, fisher cats, and the occasional bigfoot). We love the woods and even let it grow half-way across our backyard. And a number of times, we’ve had coyotes in our backyard, of course. They go through our neighborhood. And you can hear them back in the woods howling a lot.

Tonight, as Misia (pronounced ‘mee-sha’) finishes doing her business and is about to return to the back deck, I call her and whistle to hurry her up… And at that moment, a coyote lunges from the woods toward her growling. They are about 30 feet apart. And I shout in my manly roar voice, “RAAHHHH, Get outta here!” And the coyotes turns and bolts back into the woods.

Guess what the dog does?

Yep, you guessed it… She bolts after the coyote and doesn’t stop, no matter what I shout or call. She’s gone.

So, I put my flip flops on, grab a flashlight, and go marching off into the woods, calling the dog to return. And then we hear, about 200 yards off, way off to the left, a dog barking. It sounds like a small dog, and it doesn’t stop. And so, I’m thinking now that Misia is over in one of our neighbors’ back yards, further down this stretch of woods. And so, I keep marching in that direction through the woods.

Finally, I get closer to the barking; And I’m calling my dog; And sure enough, she comes slinking through the brush towards me. But this dog is following her through the woods and barking at her… definitely a much smaller dog compared to Misia; I can tell from the voice / the bark.

So, I get ahold of Misia and point the flashlight toward the dog…. It was the coyote! The coyote was barking just like a dog! (Duh… a coyote is a dog… But I had only ever heard them howl at night.) The coyote was in full alarm mode and barking at an intruder!

So… Now, I vaguely have my bearings because it’s pitch dark in the woods… It’s wet because it had been raining… I’m sliding around in my Crocs flip flops… And I don’t have a hard leash to tie around Misia’s neck to hold her close. But she is now technically back on leash and responding to verbal commands, despite this coyote barking at us non-stop… (She probably had enough of the coyote and realized that she needed to do what she was being told to do by then).

So…. we start to make our way through the woods… find a trail… and start following it. And the coyote follows us and is barking the whole way! It’s slow going because I need to tell Misia to stop and go at intervals because otherwise, she would get too far away from me… And she starts to wander in the wrong direction, and I need to call her back…

And while this is happening, the coyote gets closer, which requires me to yell at it, which confuses the dog as I’m also giving commands to the dog.

It was freaking awesome!

This coyote essentially pursued us all the way home! Barking… Getting closer… Getting chased away…. Circling us through the woods… And I really got a chance to see it up close, like 10 feet away.

Even after we got home and I got Misia inside, and debriefed with my next door neighbor, and came back to the kitchen and debriefed with my son and my wife… That coyotes was STILL back in the woods barking! It was in full alarm mode and wasn’t going to stop right away. It went on for a good 10 minutes before it finally stopped.

What a trip!

I always wondered what it would be like at night back in those woods with coyotes nearby. Well, tonight I found out what that was like.

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Prewritten for Thurs 05/24 (6:00pm PT/9 ET):   kill switch, blend

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: desk, morning

May 17 ~ Piffin

Morning at my desk
Writing names of loved ones lost
Mourning at my desk

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~BarTalk:
Miss Understood

Apple wormy, pay Stormy
Said he wanted her head
But not dead when he said
Have it on my desk
In the morning

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Noted

Birth script, certificate
Etched initials, desktop
Carved hearts, tree bark
Engraved dates, tombstone
Morning Road to midnight

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5-7-5 x 2

room dark, near vacant
chair overturned, desk emptied
morning get away
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Mourning Mssr. d’Esque
Died unseemly at burlesque
Smiling nonetheless

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Quoted in the Grove:
Genius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one.
~EB White

Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant.
~Victor Hugo

Everyone is a genius. But if you judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid
~Albert Einstein

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Posted from the Grove:

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6 Scientific Reasons You Should Be Reading More
http://mentalfloss.com/article/541158/scientific-reasons-you-should-read-more

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Prewritten for Thurs 05/17 (6:00pm PT/9 ET): desk, morning

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten ~ Choose 2 of 3:   elm, tequila, concert

~BarTalk:
Headline

Tied some on with tequila
More than a few with rum
Dumber ‘n a dunce on one
Both at a concert once
Two Dead Corner 2nd & Elm
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Concert

Elms and Oaks in a grove
Gathered for a concert
Elmer Gantry was the band
AKA Elm, A Giant Tree, a
Grandstand band of trees
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5-7-5 x 2

frog songs line the pond
spring buds flood the elms with bees
cricket concerts air
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pumped on tequila
banditry among the elms
stole a virgin’s name

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Impromptu: Tunisia

~Piffin: “10:30 Flight”

The torrential rain made the going near to impossible.

The night was all wet, hot darkness, broken only by occasional flashes of lightning, which served to do little more than silhouette the broken wiper blades on the UN jeep he had commandeered, locked in place halfway up the windshield.

He drove as fast as the treacherous roads would allow.

It took him nearly two hours to reach Mandalay International—just in time to watch her plane lift from the tarmac, Tunisia-bound.

The engagement ring sat, useless, in his shirt pocket.

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~Matttt: Tunisia

To the North
was a vast water expanse
beyond which classics born

Upon shores, sailors skirt the Symplegades

Ne’re would be the moment sun would set
For’er is Mediterranean Sun
For’er the beasts at our back
We are the coast and trade
Crushed between Empire and Tribe

These shores were not meant for this

But this is our land
There is nothing else

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~Greymane: untitled

Tunisia on the western coast across the salty sea
Amnesia whispers silent ghosts who died to make them free
The desert sings a lonely song a little numb for some
Singing soft savanna winds that echo what’s to come

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~ElizaRubi: Tunisia

One girl by the name of Artisia
Had dream that she is in Tunisia
But morning was disappointment
She missed the doctor’s appointment

And she wasn’t getting amnesia,
It was just induced anesthesia.

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~BarTalk: Other Shoe

The news is appalling
The bombs are falling
Casablanca is calling
But Tunisia is stalling
No immigrants at all

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Quoted in the Grove:
If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.
~Haruki Murakami

Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers.
~Charles William Eliot

Quiet people have the loudest minds.
~Stephen Hawking

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Posted from the Grove:

20 Thoughts So Deep Your Brain Will Drown
Puddles and ponds and the deep blue sea

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Piffin From The Platform:

~Lights: February Airs   (3:48)

~Stomper: Wishing Well (3:27)

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Prewritten for Thurs 04/26 (6:00pm PT/9 ET) is a picture:

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: “And then we…”

~Piffin: “Still Raining”

After we were done, I dressed quietly.

It was still raining outside.

From the bed, she asked, “What does she have that I don’t have?”

“Me,” I told her.

The cab honked outside.

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~Greymane: Turn Away

In kingdoms made of styrofoam we followed louder men
And then we found our way back home
And then we left again
From places that we thought we knew to places we can’t find
We stumbled on our wrinkled ways and then we fell behind
We gathered all the shiny things too precious to forgive
and swore we’d build a better place for everyone to live
We painted dreams on carrot sticks and dangled them ahead
and then we tied them to our past with ropes of tattered thread
In tangled webs of where we’ve been to who we are today
The spiral starts to slowly spin and then we turn away

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~thoreau: “And then we…”

And then we said, “Put ze candle beck!”
And then we had cinnamon rolls and iced tea, sitting on the pickup’s tailgate at the edge of the field
And then we rode the chairlift back up the mountain, dangling our snowshoes
And then we brought our newly-adopted cat out of the shelter, and tried to find space for her in the car packed full of our last few things
And then we agreed, “It’s an outrage!”, laughing
And then we listened to the dogs’ breath and the sled runners’ hiss, in the harshly cold moonlight
And then we took Russian nicknames, and tasted borscht
And then we learned you really should downshift on the long uphills
And then we said yet again, “We should live here!”
And then we woke early, to feed the calves from a bucket of warm formula
And then we descended the spiral staircase to the chamber of the Pattern
And then we consulted the floor whisperer
And then we sawed through the couch’s frame, and bent it to fit through the door of the basement apartment
And then we watched the weather radar’s hurricane track, just not from the same place
And then we witnessed two golden retrievers become a single roly-poly ball with eight legs, two tails, but no head
And then we put on a puppet show in the chemistry department

And then we planted three aspen trees

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~BarTalk: Chapters*

Synopsis

The dread stagnations
Inky pool of inertia when
Uninvited, love stampeded
Thru, unwelcome at first
And then we said goodbye
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It Began When

Bitter words when we met
Better as enemies and yet
Battered walls will fall
Breakfast in bed for two
And then we pledged, I do
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Question Settled

With worlds to explore
Wanting love, but more
Loving home/foreign shore
I chose…No, and then we
Chose and opened our door
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Memories

Hike the green of Iceland
Raft the mighty Amazon
Vacation in Belize and
Then we turn the TV off
Fluff pillows go to sleep
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After Words

Years aft love gone stale
Life on hold living hell
Chose better getting well
And then we, drifting on
Bid farewell each alone

*The tally poem derives from a voting board in There.com, and is comprised of a title window, with a body of 5 lines, 25 characters each

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Impromptu:  bloom, spar

~Piffin: “April”

Springtime in bloom
The sparring of the bees
Mother Nature’s loom
The pink of the trees
Running ‘round the room
Where are my keys?
Will the rain ever stop this month?

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~Greymane: The Wait of Promise

The princess paid a silent price in shadows in her room
She made a deal guaranteed upon her future bloom
She swore the kingdom never lie beneath the feet of men
She sparred with dreams from in between but let them win again
She begged the sky would not deny the biddings of the Sun
She played the victim once again in front of everyone
She danced her sordid pleasure on the shadow of her crown
and flew away before the weight of promise held her down

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~Matttt: BEE ON A BLOOM Still

This bee did land to drink but not to chew
He did not get permission, not from you
You cannot simply kill and fumigate
The bugs and speckt to get through heaven’s gate

For if you do you know your mortal soul
Will boil and roil inside the devil’s bowl
He’ll light you up like a great big fat bud
He’ll hack you up and spit you in the mud

I don’t suppose you’ll ever stop and think
The things we do to put us on the brink
It’s never going to serve us very well
If we ignore the dire division bell

This could be our last time we see this place
I wish I could survive without your face
So very few have seen your pantomime
At least I now know you; And that’s just fine

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thoreau: spar and bloom

in the japanese garden
two players sit on opposite sides of a go board
each stone placed is part of the game’s ongoing conversation
creating a complex and unique pattern

nearby, around the columbines
two hummingbirds hover and weave
seemingly at random
and nearly bump noses briefly

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~BarTalk: 5-7-5 x 2

sparring stags on stance
late snow, last bloom of winter
share the stage with spring
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blackened eye, red gash
bruises bloom a purple rose
sparring for a mate

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Quoted in the Grove:
Men are the devils of the earth and the animals are its tormented souls.
~Arthur Schopenhauer

We call them dumb animals, and so they are, for they cannot tell us how they feel, but they do not suffer less because they have no words.
~Anna Sewell

Kindness is always fashionable.
~Amelia Barr

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Platform Favorites: Crosby, Stills & Nash, plus bonus videos

~CS&N: Might As Well Have A Good Time   (4:30)

~CS&N: Wasted on the Way   (2:54)

~Kids Sing “Teach Your Children” to Graham Nash   (3:55)

~Kaz Hawkins: Because You Love Me   (6:00)

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Prewritten for Thurs 03/22 (6:00pm PT/9 ET) is a phrase: And then we…

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: homunculus

~Greymane: Runner in the Night

The ego of the World, on a throne of shiny lies,
tells a tale of heroic appetite
They fluff it up while polishing the cracks in the disguise
reassuring us to help us sleep at night
Somewhere past the last escape, stigmatically revised,
the Devil cried to hide his sheer delight
Our problem is we’re smaller than our ego advertised,
homunculus and blinded by our light

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~BarTalk: Homunculus Veritas

Shriveled men of Earth
Shed of innocence at last
Shriven wisdom rising
Rekindled from the ashes
Phoenix, to the stars

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5-7-5 x 4

God’s humunculus
tiny idol taught silence
naught but junk to us
or
man’s humunculus
tiny god idolatrous
sinned, spoke just like us
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a biography
book title, Homunculus
Precious Little Man
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sons of Africa
homunculus, seed of man
spirit calls, return
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homo uncle was
prior life homunculus
facebook famously

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Impromptu: time

~Piffin: “Now

We didn’t count back in the day
We didn’t really count on anything
At all
We didn’t think of what to say
We just opened up our mouths
And let words fall
We didn’t think of what to do
We just blundered our way through
In pantomime
We didn’t count back in the day
But we can’t stop counting now
That we’re running out of time

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~Greenie: Time

I wait impatiently, moment by moment slowed to all but a standstill
Aching for more, just a few more… and yet each moment spills out in a rush
Crystal clear a page falls before my mind’s eye, etched in diamonds
Blurred almost beyond reckoning, so much lost that was once indelible
How can it be all of this at the same time…
yes

Time…

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~Matttt: “Time” – some 5-7-5s

One grain after grain
The shower of sand falls through
Our time will run out

The sun never sets
The sky is never not blue
Inside There.com

A grandfather clock
A pendulum keeps swinging
Deeply chimes the gong

His lungs are bursting
His heart is pounding madly
He broke the record

Calculating moves
She made the white queen run fast
She had not had time

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~Greymane: Parsley, Sage and Rosemary

Tapping time on open doors with reasons made of glass
Machines that feast on dinosaurs who sleep beneath the grass
Winter after Autumn after Summer after Spring
Tomorrow just a day away but hanging by a string
Seasons man will evermore refuse to be outdone
Feathers of the ones who flew too closely to the sun

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~BarTalk: The Dance

Time out, take a break
Time to rest, recuperate
Once a friend now the foe
Work to do, clock says no
Skip to my lou my darlin’

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Quoted in the Grove:
History teaches that war begins when governments believe the price of aggression is cheap.
~Ronald Reagan

No mother would ever willingly sacrifice her sons for territorial gain, for economic advantage, for ideology.
~Ronald Reagan

A people free to choose will always choose peace.
~Ronald Reagan

EndQuote:
People don’t start wars, governments do.
~Ronald Reagan

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Piffin From The Platform: Featuring ~My Chemical Romance

~My Chemical Romance: Disenchanted    (4:54)

~My Chemical Romance: S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W   (4:26)

~My Chemical Romance: Summertime (  4:06)

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Prewritten for Thurs 04/12  (6:00pm PT/9 ET):   homunculus

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: cheap motel

~Greymane: Cheap Motel

It was like driving through a strobe light on those winding roads with the sun flickering through the canopy above. It was almost hypnotic. He had to concentrate very intently to stay on the road, it was hard, and she never shut up, the whole time she never shut up. On and on for nearly forty minutes so far about how he had disrespected her sister’s husband.

He didn’t care. The man was an ass. No one else had heard his snide remarks. He only shared them with Will. It was “Guy Talk”. He was one of those guys and proud of it but that was only half the problem. His parents had been very well to do which had gilded his ego. He felt he was above William and his wife and showed it despite the fact that they had done very well for themselves and had a nice comfortable life. They were able to avoid him most of the time except for holidays but every time Will had encountered the man he liked him less and less. He had tolerated him long enough and had simply had enough of him this weekend. He reacted, maybe a bit too much maybe not, he didn’t care either way. He had exploded and verbally pummeled the man with twelve years of disdain.

Delia’s sister Jean and her husband Hank had moved during this last year so Will was unfamiliar with these crooked mountain roads. He was thinking they might just be lost and was distracted by the car’s GPS when Delia stopped her scolding to scream out.

“Will!!” she shrieked, “Watch out!”

He almost didn’t see the fallen tree across the road in time. He swerved violently onto the shoulder, sliding almost gently into a large pine tree on Delia’s side. They were not hurt but the car was stuck tilted on the slope against the tree. The more he tried the deeper they sunk in the soft soil.

They climbed out of the car and up to the road. There was nothing but an asphalt ribbon as far as they could see in either direction forming a corridor between the tall trees. It would be dark soon and their only option was to call Jean and Hank for assistance. They left a message when they didn’t answer telling them they would set out walking back the way they had come. They had passed a cheap motel some miles back and told them to meet them there at the dark Forest Inn when they got the message.

Delia spent the next five miles and ninety minutes explaining to William why this was all his fault and how he really should learn to control his emotions…blah blah blah. He heard less than half of it between the racing thoughts in his own head.

(to be continued…)

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BarTalk: First Time

Cheap motel, king’s palace
First time, me and Alice
Roll dice, take a chance
Her panties, my pants
Next roll, then we dance

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Bargain Love

Cheapest date, loneliness
Dream dates are loneliest
Onanist is the onlyest to
Take comfort from succubi
Motel rates still apply

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5-7-5 x 2

nine days lost at sea
beer, cheap motel, hot shower
next day back at work

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torn, smoke drenched curtains
soiled mattress, worn sheets, stained walls
tired love for sale, cheap

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Impromptu: engine

~Piffin: “Engine”

God
This hapless desire
This simian fire
This wasted
This wasted
This wasted
Me
In stupid attire
With hapless desire
So wasted
And this God
Running an engine
We believe
We believe might fix it all
Until then
We laugh as we all crawl

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~Greymane: Engine

Summer starts an early day before the world wakes
She never dances anymore with all her past mistakes
She chases possibility until it disappears
Her limo blew an engine rod
She rusted it with tears

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~Matttt: 8 Pistons Greased

He didn’t think it was going to be such a grind.
Every morning, up by 6…
Every night, down by 10…
He had no clue that she felt neglected.

She lounged in the late evening, bathed in a blue glow.
And her friend never questioned much.

He always thought that the papers were a test.
He knew she really didn’t want to leave.
He knew that if he simply signed, she would come back.
He was wrong.

And so, here he is.
Sleeping in a trailer.
Driving a cab.
Waiting.

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~BarTalk: 5-7-5

piston pumping flesh
the in and out, stroke for stroke
porn, engine on fire

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