Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
Maybe I could have loved you better. Maybe you should have loved me more. Maybe our hearts were just next in line. Maybe everything breaks sometime.
~Jewel

It isn’t enough for your heart to break because everybody’s heart is broken now.
~Allen Ginsberg

Well, the Goddess said, you heart didn’t heal straight the last time it broke. So we’ll break it again and reset it so it heals straight this time.
~Jane Yolen

End Quote:
It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise.
~Sara Teasdale

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Posted from the Grove:
To emphasize: Voting for the Wordgrove Prize cannot begin before February 1st @12am, Pacific time. Authors may begin dropping one week early, and this is encouraged. This gives the sponsor a chance to keep up with events, and the reading public a chance for perspective in their choices

There will be those who hear about this contest late, and those entering whose final edit isn’t ready by start date, so it might be a benefit to voters and Authors alike to wait a few days before deciding on favorites. Authors have the full month of January to prepare and are advised to drop their entries on time. Delay may cost votes

An updated view of rules and guidelines for this year’s writing contest is available at: http://www.wordgrove.com/contest.html

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Picture a harborside dive, a place for those who like their gambling raw, who know it ain’t poker without the smell of cigar smoke. Feel the thrill, those little shivers of betting danger. About the dames behind the bar: They’ve seen it all, so don’t bother. They’ll listen to you tho. You came to play so it doesn’t matter. You pick a table. @Piffin’s, Café Noir, #289 Cannery Row. Game on

Also, check out Pendora’s Friends, and Cwby4ever’s HAPPY_TRAILS_FRONTIER card clubs. If you spend time at There’s gaming tables, you know them. It’s time for a visit

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Prewritten for Thurs (01/15) @6pm PT/9 ET is: shootout, French

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@Writers Platform
Glass Table:

~Dharma_Darla: “Alone” (qif)
Diss, disser, getting dissed can be a pisser.
Common troubles like disagreements, displeasurements. Crazy uncontrollable energy insanity bent. Times of minor grief. “We’re only human, but we’re all fine tuning”, or at least trying to tune to some degree of sanity. A damaged brain can give insight. Secret thoughts, not really secret. Fear that walls your joy. Days pass… we are stuck. In the rest home there’s a different kind of luck. Stamp my forehead with permanent ink, this girl aint stable, she must be a freak. Different little problems… still a drive to overcome them. Is consistency a fantasy? Or too real that I can’t see it? Shining for… Comfort for… Solidarity, solidity, being able to see the truth. No longer a youth, more than a slacker, a tooth that hardly gets brushed. Fight for my life like I am a beat box’s wife. Still praying for a sanity whose hairline’s receding.

~Greymane: One Too Many (qif)

TThe princess skipped into the room demanding to be heard.
The king bade welcome boisterously, although a little slurred.
“My room is small, I want to move…The tower is preferred.”
“To keep me locked up in that hole is really quite absurd!”
The king jumped up and fell back down, His vision rather blurred.
“Your wish is my command my dear! Your things will be transferred.

Satisfied she glides away to oversee the task.
The king flumps down and turns around to fill his empty flask.

The tower room was bigger and it had a gorgeous view.
This goes here and that goes there she had so much to do.
The king came in to see what be, disaster did ensue…
He stumbled to the window and proceeded to fall through.

Down he fell with quite a yell and splatted on the ground.
The princess shrugged, a little smug, and took his royal crown.

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Prewritten: Lanterns image http://ishtari.arcticworlds3d.com/therestuff/lanterns.jpg

~Dharma_Darla: untitled (qip)

Even in the gnarled forest I find my way by lantern’s grace.

~Greymane: Valley of Light (qif)

He followed his pain to the valley of light
searching for pleasures foretold
Sparkling treasures to feed his delight
by wrapping his sorrows in gold
A journey of promise to places unknown
far from the things that he knew
Somewhere forgiveness was hiding alone
wondering what it should do
Too close for his comfort to carry alone,
too far for confusion to crawl
Too bitter and lonely to find on his own,
too distant to find it at all
Regretting the choices he can’t resurrect,
leaving his reason to rust
His palace has crumbled from years of neglect
sleeping with dreams in the dust

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Impromptu: nudity, edible

~Piffin: “Derriere”

Seeing you in candlelight
You haven’t aged a day
From the time when I first saw you
From that night you looked my way
I was broken, jaded, guarded
I was done with toys like love
Then your smiling eyes outsmarted me
And gave my heart a shove into
This thing we share
This soft affair
Your derriere
My kiss
Though our nudity holds nothing
To the way we bare our souls
This bliss
My angel
Fragile, edible
My savior
Gentle, strong
Your silk sheet sighs
Half-lidded eyes
Tell me my heart
My lips
Are where they belong

~Greenie: Cotton Candy Cutie (qif)

Peaches and cream
whipped with cherries

lips like roses
kissed by berries

Round and soft
fitted with curve

Come hither eyes
beckoned with verve

Delicious form
sizzled with heat

This young dish
he’d like to… eat

Edible breasts
bounced in hands

Nudity reveals
lust as it… stands

~Greymane: Spreadable (qip)

She walks the night like showered light,
Illuminating dreams
She dances silent circles soft
aloft on razor beams

~BarTalk: limerick

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