Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
If I’d been a housemaid I’d have been the best in Australia — I couldn’t help it. It’s got to be perfection for me.
~Nellie Melba

The artist who aims at perfection in everything achieves it in nothing.
~Eugene Delacroix

Perfectionists are their own devils.
~Jack Kirby

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Posted to the Grove:

F Minus
by Tony Carillo

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Prewritten for Thurs Word Games (08/18): clandestine, mugwort

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: libido, sepulcher

~MissMerry: Prewritten by MM

Our thoughts drift back toward old Camelot
wishing for simpler times
but our dragons are real
and we all have to deal
and we can’t fix this without more hard times.

We know Arthur won’t be here to help us
He lies cold in his sepulcher bier
but if Merlin’s blue speedo
could arouse some libido
perhaps laughter would dispel the fear.

The Jester’s been appointed as Ruler
and the Court thinks it’s all very droll
It may not seem like it is such a bad thing
but the Jester is really a Troll.

He says “Change all our money to oak leaves,
then money will grow on the trees:
Each fall we will find ourselves bankrupt
as we scramble for cash on our knees.

Our arms-makers keep cranking out rockets
while our armies are marching on sand
It is all orchestrated by bankers
with the courtiers’ short hairs in hand.

If we ever get out of this muddle
we may find ourselves outcast and alone
the world has seen past our obsessions
and we soon will have to atone.

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~Piffin: August 11

My love was a sexual sulker
A less than lascivious skulker
Libido be dammed
My clam has been slammed
This chastity belt its sepulcher

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BarTalk: pronouncement / not-a-ku

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Impromptu:
Topic: ancient history
Prompts: torture, cotton candy

~Piffin: “Bones”

There are rivers with bones at the bottom
Of people who will never be known
There are livers in bars
That followed dark stars
And will never find their way home
There’s a circus on the edge of the Badlands
Where dreams fall like kittens through glass
They serve cotton candy
And romance run randy
As ink on a runaway’s ass
There’s a history there in the sunset
That bleeds like all sunsets before
In torturous silence
It speaks of the violence
That all of our forefather’s wore
Like badges of cadence and conquest
Like bibles writ on human skin
Like the smoke of a war
Manifest shore to shore
That none of us will ever win
There’s a spark in the eye of all primates
A lust for a heft and a hone
There are rivers with bones at the bottom
Of people who will never be known

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~MissMerry: MM Impromptu

It’s all ancient history
all memories owned by just me
Like cotton candy wrapped shit
makes you just want to quit
…then you learn how to set yourself free.

click.

‘smile

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~BarTalk: 2 + 1

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