Quoted in the Grove:
Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways.
~Stephen Vincent Benet
Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
~Steve Jobs
Somebody should tell us, right at the start of our lives, that we are dying. Then we might live life to the limit, every minute of every day. Do it! I say. Whatever you want to do, do it now! There are only so many tomorrows.
~Pope Paul VI
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Posted from the Grove:
You think you know someone, an old friend, a favorite curmudgeon, then he passes. You attend his memorial service and discover facets and dimensions you never knew, never guessed at. He towered above the office of simple genius, and he did so while in pain without complaining. His name was Howard. We called him, Ho.
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Attention poets and storytellers who read aloud … Dharma_Darla’s Word Jam is the happening destination this Sat (01/24) @6pm PT/9pm ET. The event will be held at The Glade, next to Quill Point, Wordgrove’s clubhouse @Hermit 005, Maidenflight. Please have a copy of your reading in a Book or Script to drop on the reader’s table, or a Scroll with a link to your work online.
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There Fairgrounds is currently hosting its Club Fair week, and Piffin has her Wordgrove Writer’s Group paz out as an invitation to visiting readers and writers. Club members have contributed favorite writings to the setting making the welcome personal. WG’s Library Outpost sits nearby offering additional welcome and information. The event itself is worth a visit; Wordgrove writers give it kick.
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Prewritten for Thurs (01/22) @6pm PT/9 ET is: gourd, engorged
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@Writers Platform
Glass Table:
~Greymane: White (qip)
On winds afloat the silent powder soft
will call for Winter’s cold and weary touch
Just spread your wings to keep the dreams aloft
Not Winter’s call to freeze a soul so much
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Prewritten: shootout, French, frantic
~Greymane: An Eyeful of Tower (qif)
She got an eyeful of tower when he dropped his tight pants
and she followed him frantic from London to France
Such a risky adventure she based on a glance
but she hoped it would end in a wanton romance
She prayed her great beauty would charm and entrance
but he found himself fearing such odd circumstance
With the offer of love and of pleasure perchance
He reached for her hand and he asked her to dance
You may not find love if you plan in advance
but your chances are better with ants in your pants
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~Dharma_Darla: Darla’s Prewrittens: a parable (qif)
“Bonjour bonjour”, said the stocky gray French cat named Jean Claude. “BONJOUR BONJOUR” JC next shouted as he was not receiving a response from the catnip chef. Jean’s frustration was climbing fast as his withdrawal reveberated in his body and mind. His hand slowly went to rest on his hip where he kept his revolver. One more, “BON… JOUR!!!” with no acknowledgement put Jean Claude over the edge. He pulled out his gun and fired at the ceiling. The security in the corner also drew their weapons. Shots fired all around the catnip dispensary, and blood sprayed. This shootout was the first act of violence to ever take place in a medical catnip shop, and caused authorities to question the addictiveness of the medicine.
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~Piffin: “Movie Night” (qif)
Couch, popcorn, movie night
A French film and you
I can’t think of anything
That I would rather do
Jean-Paul Belmondo
A shootout; a kiss
You in a sweater and no pants
What’s better than this?
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~BarTalk: in the news
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Impromptu: dew, honey
~Piffin: “Red Hyacinth” (qif)
Early morning
Garden stroll
Tender, leafy flock
Sun through mist
As mass bells toll
Barely six o’clock
Red hyacinth
Blue butterfly
Stretching early wings
Hummingbirds
Kiss honeysuckle
Rooftop sparrow sings
She approaches
Feet bare
On the dewy diamond lawn
Prowess
Of a tigress
Timidity of fawn
On wet grass
I touch her robe
With wishes that she shed it
I take her then
Dew unto others
Yeah, that’s right, I said it
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~Greymane: Tea Party (qif)
A little grey spider that lived in a shoe
made lavender tea from a droplet of dew
She brewed it in teabags she made out of silk
She sweetened with honey and thickened with milk
crisp tasty biscuits she made from a fly,
some bumble bee pudding and ladybug pie
She sent invitations to all of her friends
with intentions to eat everyone who attends
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~GaryBob: Honey Dew (qif)
Dusky, darling dew drops dust dapper dames dancing doubles downstairs during daring dalliances
wherein
Hour-hired honey-hued harlots help hopeful handsome honorable heirs have happy hellfire
endings.
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~Greenie: Honey Dew
My lover likes his honey dew
slick and wet, too sweet to chew
He dips his brush and paints a path
sprinkles honey dust, licks, then gives a bath
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~BarTalk: not-a-haiku
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