Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
Manners are the hypocrisy of a nation. ~ Honore de Balzac

The true hypocrite is the one who ceases to perceive his deception, the one who lies with sincerity. ~ Andre Gide

The only vice that cannot be forgiven id hypocrisy. The repentance of a hypocrite is itself hypocrisy. ~ William Hazlitt

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Announcements:

The words for this week’s Prewritten are: dubious; elation.

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Prewritten (Mar 19): sordid; sacred.

BarTalk: “the opposite sex” (qif)

she praised it as sacred
his preference was sordid
her beauty none bested
he was dirty and low-bred
but jointly they sure did

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Greymane: Haiku (qif)

Alone with her thoughts
Victim of her own desires
Sordid and Sacred

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Piffin: “Something Good” (qif)

As I walk on the beach
The sun sparkles the waves
Just like dreams out of reach
And the watery graves
Of the plans that I had
And the things I don’t do that I should
After goodnight was said
It turned into good morning
We lay in my bed
As rain fell like a warning
I lied in my head
And I told myself
We were something good
But empty collisions
Like the tracks on my arms
And half-hearted incisions
‘Neath bracelets of charms
Are meaningless notches
Under sweaty hands
On headboards of wood
As I moan the refrain
Of a life unrewarded
And ply prayers in vain
Simple, sacred and sordid
And perfectly profane
As they tumble to Heaven
Silent and misunderstood
Like the years I have wasted
Waiting for something good

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Impromptu (Mar 19): trauma; ludicrous.

Bartalk: “BBQ” (qif)

the episode was hilarious
the trauma was ludicrous
the boss was hungry
not even angry
added salt chewed his ass

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Jessalee: Haiku (qif)

bang! questions galore.
ludicrous. black lives matter.
trauma, meet justice.

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Greymane: “Battle Scars” (qif)

Tortured by traces of who she has been
She’s hiding the battle scars carved in her skin
A weather worn warrior distant but sane
With ludicrous badges for unanswered pain
Running from trauma she prays she’ll survive
She hurts herself hoping to feel alive
Her mind holds an enemy weary with shame
A light in the shadows that whispers her name
The voices pursuing won’t leave her alone
She steps into darkness to brave the unknown

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Whitefeather: Untitled (qif)

I’d rather feel pain
acknowledging I’m human,
than nothing at all

I stood the fool with
ludicrous intensity
blinded by your charm

altered by trauma
my life took a different path
now I feel clearly

the gift you give me
as you make your presence known
memories return

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Piffin: “Slide” (qif)

I’m gonna slide
I’m gonna take the low ride
Gonna break for the outside
Leave the rest of these fools beached at high tide
I’m gonna burn
Go straight when they tell me to turn
Strike a match with unconcern
You can keep what’s left in a mantel urn
This game is unforgiving
This dubious honor of living
They gold plate the rule
Then bounce you from school
Like a fish on the yard for the shivving
Life lessons are ludicrous
From the moment you drop from the uterus
You fight for your breath
As you move toward your death
Through a drama of trauma most humorous
I’m gonna glide
Sing songs salacious and snide
Gonna skip with my laces untied
Take this wreck of a rag doll worldwide
I’m gonna slide
I’m gonna slide

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Key ~

qif: quoted in full

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