Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
As long as it’s trash talk, anything goes.
~Connie Wallace

All is fair in love and trash talk.
~Hans Stroo

He’s got a little fight in him, got a little bit of an attitude. He talks a little trash. But that’s part of what makes him great. All the great ones do that.
~Kerry Collins

EndQuote:
Trash talk always inspires me.
~Vince Young

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Posted from the Grove:
The pull of the season is primal and the call to be outdoors instead of online for a summer evening … well, that’s not really a contest, is it. The low turnout has its compensations however. It’s not that we’ve traded quantity for quality during our summer scatter, but the conversation has turned from light informal chat to something more personal. And we have more time for visitors. Those unable to make it due to the weight of their summer bliss know they are missed. We wait your return so we can grow that conversation.

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An interesting take on finding the right word, suggested by Greymane:
http://www.positivethesaurus.com/

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Prewritten for Thurs (07/23) @6pm PT/9 ET is: aural, spider

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@Writers Platform
Glass Table:

~Greymane: Dem Eyes

Enticing his ardour by flaunting her bloom
Her glistening petals would lead to his doom
Her fine sculpted stems and voluptuous pods
Her sweet flowing nectar too tasty for gods
She offered fulfillment of all that he craved
With poisonous passions that left him enslaved
She beckons him softly with scented embrace
her dew leaving traces of love on his face
He entered her slowly with virile finesse
She took his life silent with gentle caress
Each garden is lovely, at least at first glance
but the dangers of nature may lead to romance
By flowers and fragrance and love in disguise
Another poor bumblebee meets his demise

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Prewritten: invigorate, rejuvenate

~Greymane: Silk Slinger

There rode a six-gun spider with a gun in every hand
Feared throughout the wicked west, the fastest in the land
The most alluring cowboy that the world had ever seen
He left a trail of broken hearts from Dodge to Abilene
Every week or two or three there’d come a hired gun
He buried them in shallow graves beneath the desert sun
The mantis tried to gun him down, the scorpion the same
The ants would hunt him one by one to try to steal his fame
He heard their beating hearts and felt each movement in the breeze
With heightened spidey senses and his aural expertise
And so it went for forty years, they’d hunt him down and die
It always ended much the same but each one had to try
Many times he tried to change and mend his evil ways
But fate demanded vengeance the remainder of his days
The deep lament that tortured him could not be brushed aside
A piece of him would die when he’d commit insecticide
A spider’s grown too old when his regrets replace his dreams
The judgment day that waits for us is closer than it seems
His gun beside his pillow he laid down for one last time
He tried to sleep by counting sheep, a critter for each crime
In soft repose he kept his last appointment with the Lord
Trapped within his tangled web he’d come to his reward

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~Piffin:  “Step”

I step to the ocean
I step to the sea
I step to the water
When she calls to me
I step from the pile
Of my daytime skin
Silk, hope, worry
Abercrombie and sin
I stand barefooted
In the midnight ebb
A butterfly flirting
With a spider web
I could swim straight out
I could swim straight down
I could swim forever
Never wash off this town
All the people that need me
All the people that don’t
All the mouths that I’ve kissed
All the asses I won’t
Dervishes spinning
For heavenly sport
Through lives full of meaning
Grim, pointless and short
Eyes closed, I petition
Cold gods to appease
My skin kissed by moonlight
My ears by the breeze
Pop porn priestess
Aural sex
Spilling through the air
From the audio decks
Of the cars purring heavy
At the boulevard lights
Hunters in the tall grass
Of Saturday night
Where sidewalk and bistro
Sport leather and chrome
And still, mother ocean
Is calling me home
Where whitecap and brine
Serve to flower the tomb
Of loving embrace
Of black, peaceful womb
Then I think of a heart
Needs my help now and then
And I step from the ocean again

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~BarTalk:  Two Times Nonsense

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Impromptu: harmony, ruination

~Greymane: Ruination

The rampant ruination of the remedy at hand
Corrupted the conspiracy that shadowed what they planned
They cowered in the crevices they carved within their hate
They stood against the harmony forgiveness can’t create
They traveled through the reverie to distant muddy shores
They shattered pains of broken glass to barricade locked doors
The dove in pits of darkness hanging desperate from a thread
They dreamed a dream of empty light believing they were dead
An open wound that never heals that wrapped around their throat
They begged a ride upon a prayer in hopes that they would float

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~Piffin:  haiku

Red lips moon straight sips
In furious harmony
My ruination

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~BarTalk: song of love

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