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Quoted In The Grove:
Our duty is to be useful, not according to our desires but according to our powers.
~Henri Frederic Amiel

The reward of one duty is the power to fulfill another.
~George Eliot

Do the duty which lies nearest to you, the second duty will then become clearer.
~Thomas Carlyle

EndQuote:
It is our duty as men and women to proceed as though the limits of our abilities do not exist.
~Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

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Harvested: BrainyQuote.com
Curated: Wordgrove

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Posted from the Grove

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Vimeo Video
~ Thomas Van-Havermaet:  Laundromat   (5:05)
https://vimeo.com/channels/staffpicks/314968558

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Prewritten Exercise for Thurs 04/25:  fleece, isotope

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@Writers Platform

Prewritten:  cotton, parade

~BarTalk:
Best Memory #21

Marched half time at the Cotton Bowl
Played slide trombone, wore coveralls
Band was tops
Major Ette gave her all
Turned flip into faceplant
Split into sprawl
A plunge into mud
Covered her prat and fall
I’d say best parade ever, over all

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patriots on parade

we mostly feeds ’em ‘n rarely beats ’em
mas ‘n pas ‘n our dootiful child’ens
don’t cotton to newditty, Miss behavin or swearin’
but hate is ok providin’ (insert a god’s name) is willin’
we knows the truth cuz ours was written as given
fer that speshul reason it’s worth all the killin’

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Old Folks Home

Grand old man getting paunchy
Much too old for getting raunchy
Watched Grandpa raid the pantry
Caught on tape with the only key

No more calling him Pansy
Not fancy man, Gramps or a Nancy
Old ladies getting worked up and antsy
Excited by his derring-do banditry
Flirt outrageously, coyly and comically
Approaching him privately and openly
Trusting to decorum and his gallantry

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Kingdoms

Extravagant princelings
Half-wits on parade
Cotton brief thinking
Decadence portrayed
Just_Us their password
Of justice no inkling
Royalty loyally
Ever on display

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5-7-5 x 2

angelic beauty
thin cotton shift sunlit nude
July 4th parade
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blacks working cotton
end of day smiles on parade
cinematic ploy

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Quoted In The Grove:
Writing is like carrying a fetus.
~Edna O’Brien

Much of writing might be described as mental pregnancy with successive difficult deliveries.
~J B Priestley

Finishing a book is just like you took a child out in the back yard and shot it. ~Truman Capote

EndQuote
Writing books is the closest men ever come to childbearing.
~Norman Mailer

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Posted from the Grove

~Blender Open Movie:  Spring   (7:44)
https://vimeo.com/325910798

 

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Prewritten Exercise for Thurs 04/11:   parade, cotton

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@Writers Platform

Prewritten:  wire, soldier

~BarTalk:
Seasoned

It’s fall and football at Soldier Field
Chicago burns but they don’t yield
Wired for sound fueled by beer
Fans go nuts, scream for da Bears!

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Love Note

Dear John letter fresh from home
Survival skills perfectly honed
Finest point man in all 4th Batt
Saw fit to trip the hot wire trap
Sue, he sighed before he died
Good soldiers cry, but only once

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scarper

jailbreak after supper
bring the wire cutter
trade prison stripes for pinstripe
sentence time for wedding hype
hard core types for baby wipes

she’s a doll, a man could fall
flee concrete stalls
climb mile high walls
but this soldier’s going AWOL
twice

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5-7-5 x 5

wire from headquarters
soldier on to Galveston
hurricane today
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cars worth a fortune
sold your vintage collection
why are you crying

temp: 100+
sold your air conditioner
why aren’t you frying

stole your lands away
sold your native heritage
why aren’t you dying

sold your haunted house
orphanage of your childhood
why are you crying

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Quoted In The Grove:
Civilization is like a thin layer of ice upon a deep ocean of chaos and darkness.
~Werner Herzog

Civilization begins with order, grows with liberty and dies with chaos.
~Will Durant

Nothing heightens chaos more than a berserk wild animal right in the middle.
~Adam McKay

EndQuote:
There is only so much chaos a nation can stand.
~Richard Cohen

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Posted from the Grove

~David Attenborough & BBC:  Songs & Sounds of the Lyre Bird   (2:54)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VjE0Kdfos4Y&feature

 

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Prewritten Exercise for Thurs 04/11:  wire, soldier

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@Writers Platform

~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:  treat, convoy 

~BarTalk:
Convoy To Karma

Yukon voyaging on
Comic Con voiced for fun
Ex-con, voyeur/Dom
U Conn voids her date for prom
Ghengis Khan voids his at dawn
All treat fate as seeds they’ve sown

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March Past

Battalion sized hunger on exhausted feet
Colonel scores big bagging juicy treats
Leads his troops not getting their lunches
Stealing a convoy of contraband munchies
Tables for twenty ate more than plenty
Toking their Thanx at precisely 4:20

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tattletales

token felonies of a boy
stories follow lies in a convoy
blighted and belittled by evidence
the only treatment their consequence
spanked by history when excuses end

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5-7-5 x 5

envoy led convoy
treats ideas like targets
treats them like traitors
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ambulance convoy
treat the wounded in transit
leave the dead behind
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butch riders on bikes
Hell’s Angels outlaw convoy
testosterone treat
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Santa’s reindeer fly
a convoy conveying gifts
goodwill, peace on Earth
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bicycle convoy
perfect day treating themselves
to the hills and back

 

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Quoted In The Grove:
The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.
~St Augustine

Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.
~Mark Twain

Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow.
~Anita Desai

EndQuote:
Travel far enough, you meet yourself.
~David Mitchell

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Posted from the Grove

~Stephen King:  The Adverb Is Not Your Friend
https://mailchi.mp/delanceyplace.com/the-adverb-is-not-your-friend-32119-qabcw717x8?e

 

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~Studiocanoe: Wilderness   (4:55)
A poem at first, a soft Scottish burr attempts the capture of wilderness with words … then, just the poetry of wilderness itself
https://vimeo.com/190453307

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~Pegase:  Another World   (3:49)
Music, unspoken, the language was Eyes
https://vimeo.com/190347997

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Prewritten Exercise for Thurs 04/04:   treat, convoy

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@Writers Platform

~Greenie: Haiku Moon

The moon as a bowl
Filling the dark sky with stars
Beauty in the night

 

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Prewritten:   bud, cyclops

~BarTalk:
Each Other

T’was a cyclops by name of Calypso
Town drunk and a famously favorite dipso
Had as a chum his more famous friend
A bum mastering life as a yogi
Rolled bud into blunt but elegant cigars
Conestogas, his answer to stodgy old stogies
As one eyed the smoke his friend took a toke
Both happy in their addiction being broke

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Each Other #2

A cyclops high on primo pot
Drank a lot of fermented hops
Loved a moneyed one-eyed pyramid
Her perfect shape
The secret tunnel inside her hid
She was hot
But dollar bill’s not worth a lot

My true-love Doll, are you mine
With your ever-loving overseeing eye
Your rosy bud atop my prickled spine
Be my triangled four-sighted Valentine

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5-7-5 x 4

short sighted cyclops
one-sided view of bonding
buddy system fail
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Buddha beleaguered
how to psych lopsided minds
hammered by answers
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bud of an idea
cyclops eyesight echoes light
better’n memory
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no feel for romance
prefers a modest distance
cyclops budget love

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Quoted In The Grove:
In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.
~Wallace Stevens

You will find poetry nowhere unless you bring some of it with you.
~Joseph Joubert

If you cannot be a poet, be the poem.
~David Carradine

EndQuote:
The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it.
~Dylan Thomas

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Harvested: Dictionary.com
Curated: Wordgrove

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Posted from the Grove

12 Essential Types of Poetry
https://www.dictionary.com/e/s/poetry/#sonnet

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Prewritten Exercise for Thurs 03/28:  bud, cyclops

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@Writers Platform

Prewritten:  corridor, climate

~BarTalk:
Seasons

Change comes fast time of war
Climate of fear sacrifice more
Bow to rules forbidden before
The past repeats that shameful whore
Sings Deja Vu from a distant shore
Chants Corridor to the Exit Door

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Denied

Found Eden’s tree
Rare recovery
All agreed
Profound discovery
Made the climb
Ate the fruit, Nate
You’re all nude, dude
In shape and looking great
But the Marine Corps adores
Their recruits in uniform

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5-7-5 x 4

temp controlled climate
endless corridors to trek
ETA: On Time
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apocalypse time
corridors of climate shift
ETA: Delayed
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river corridor
streams late news of the climate
flows downhill from there
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chilly the climate
climb corporate’s corridor
ambition’s ladder

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Quoted In The Grove:
Learn from me, if not by my precepts, then by my example, how dangerous is the pursuit of knowledge and how much happier is that man who believes his native town to be the world than he who aspires to be greater than his nature will allow.
~Mary Wollstonecraft

One’s native land! There should one live! There die!
~Jules Verne

Do not use that foreign word ‘ideals.’ We have that excellent native word ‘lies.’
~Henrik Ibsen

EndQuote:
Tell me anyway–maybe I can find the truth by comparing the lies.
~Leon Trotsky

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Posted from the Grove

Other Musics Other Voices:  Nahko  (Native American)

~Nahko Bear:  Tus Pies  (Your Feet)   (5:38)

~Nahko Bear:  Aloha Ke Akua   (10:37)

~Nahko:  Love Letters to God   (5:37)

 

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Short Story Video:
~Dust:  Multiverse Dating for Beginners   (12:23)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s0GaJ1WXCMY

 

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Prewritten Exercise for Thurs 03/28:  corridor, climate

 

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@Writers Platform

Prewritten:  fawn, vow

~BarTalk
Disney

A mother lies dead
Sacrificed to greatness
Her son a fawn in fright
Quakes in dappled light
Too young to vow revenge

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Casualties

Blinded by bright lights
Caught in the headlights
Antlered stag, fawn a doe
Three Dead, the headline
John, Jane and Baby Doe

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Oratory

Sound the round vowels
Fondle voluptuous words
Test for rhythm and verse
Taste Word Stew for truth
Swallow hard to believe

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Fie On Them

Not fond of the fawn in fawning
Nor dread of the dead
The mourning on waking each morning
But on bended knee vow
Swear to nevermore bow
To cravings that haunt
Leave nothing behind that’s rewarding

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5-7-5 x 4

star of stage and screen
disavows latest rumors
fawning fans agree
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abandon conscience
vowing oaths of allegiance
fawning works for some
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dead deer strewn roadside
somewhere a fawn waits to die
nature’s course avowed
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fawn on the lawn
sharp hooves, mother deer nearby
doe’s vow, dog gone now
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vows of loyalty
obsequiously fawning
repaid with contempt

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Quoted In The Grove:
Practice is everything. This is often misquoted as Practice makes perfect.
~Periander

You can’t hire someone to practice for you.
H Jackson Brown, Jr

Practice means to perform, over and over again in the face of all obstacles, some act of vision, of faith, of desire. Practice is a means of inviting the perfection desired.
~Martha Graham

EndQuote:
Practice puts brains in your muscles.
~Sam Snead

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Prewritten Exercise for Thurs 03/14:   fawn, vow

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@Writers Platform

Glass Table:
~ravenmagic:  Looking Deep

Working so hard to keep the peace and harmony in my life, there are always going to be people who try and tip it off balance. That may happen once in a while, but I will not stay down, for I have so much to accomplish and so little time to do it.

You may look at me and say I am weak, but you are not looking deep enough. I am so much more than you see. Take a deeper look and get to know me.

The calm within the Storm

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~ravenmagic:  Rescue

Walking in the woods I hear, a far off cry of pure despair. Walking toward the sound I hear, another cry of fear. Walking faster toward the sound, I see a hawk, upside down. Closer I step and take it steady, because I know the hawk is close to ready. Fearing he will take flight, I see his leg has been cinched tight. Not able to fly away it seems, I need to rescue this hawk and help it free. Calming myself to feel no fear so the hawk will be calm and not rip and tear. Softly I whisper to him, “I am here to help, please have no fear!”

I free the hawk and he flies away, I am glad he is safe for another day.

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~knighthawk101:   My Truck

I needed a truck and had some luck
when I found an old Ford Ranger.
She had some rust and a bit of dust
when she found her new gear changer.

She was a striking lil white truck
and somehow seemed a little flirty.
And while driving through some dirty muck
I decided to name her Gertie.

She’s got more shakes and rattles
than any truck ought to.
but the way she handles when I drive
says there’s nothing she won’t go through.

I remember the time she took us to camp
my wife and I had the greatest fun.
The rain made our stay a little damp
but still saw a lot of fish run.

Ahh the times we’ve had with that old truck
and she’s still plenty sturdy.
three hundred thousand miles and endless luck
we love our truck named Gertie.

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Go

Refresh my memory,
Clear the cobwebs of concern,
This is considered a burn,
Not easily sealed with caulk—
An assault,
Distraught…

The sun rose amidst the full fluff,
I rolled over
Pinched your nose
To remind you I’m tough,
A rebel rousing goddess,
Who’s accepted enough
~Mary O’Neal

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Prewritten:   hammer, acid
~BarTalk:  Epic

Blue barrel, window pane
Prosaic acid exotic then
Heard a thing never seen before
Celestial truth heavenly score
Hammered bells and something more
An important truth worth living for

…and forgot it

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burning question

claw hammer & rusty nail
irresistible & immovable
force & object
pine or oak the acid test
what would wood say

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Son of The Beach

Plasticized oceans
Waters turned acid and hot
Dead hammerhead shark
Oldest of the ancients dying
Swimming Hole: Closed

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Passin’ Time

Caught with acid laced cough drops
Doin’ time, mate’s all pissed off
Dear John says I been kissed off
Gettin’ hammered in the slammer
Doin’ dope cuz it don’t matter

‘Stead a feelin’ down, gettin’ blissed out
‘Cause a missin’ things that I missed out
Miss the missus, the one I miss most
Gettin’ hammered in the slammer
Doin’ dope cuz it don’t matter

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Non-Vegan

A wizened old recluse
A relative and irrelevant
Rode down from the mountains
On a massive bull elephant
Roared loud in a voice
Spoke his piece about choice
That El Cid or La Cid, his nephew or niece
Would age and mature to a stagey old ham
Or a chick full-laid out on a bed soft as bread
May both be delicious
And both rest in peace

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5-7-5 x 2

hammer out the lines
wait the acid wash of time
etched in stone or sand
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bloody red background
heavy hammer matching scythe
acid deep in plots

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