Quoted in the Grove: Quotes from those born: 10/15
Happy people are ignoramuses and glory is nothing else but success, and to achieve it one only has to be cunning.
~Mikhail Lermontov (1814)
A lawyer with a briefcase can steal more than a thousand men with guns.
~Mario Puzo (1921)
I just sit at a typewriter and curse a bit.
~PG Wodehouse (1881)
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Posted from the Grove:
He’s gone. The troubadour who could paint dark mysteries and light, sex and salvation with equal heart, is gone. The link below is to a page developed years ago when a personal love for this song demanded it. Here, then, Leonard Cohen’s, Hallelujah, as performed by six different artists in six different styles … plus one added
http://wordgrove.com/cohen.html
Leonard Cohen ~ 9/21/34 – 11/10/16
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Bird Porn Alert: Mating dances, Birds of Paradise
The longer version following this one is more vivid in display and variety, but this clocks in at a short, 1:35
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bbLpZn4B7b0
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Prewritten for Thurs (11/17) @6pm PT/9 ET is: bamboo, frowzy (with a ‘z’, by request)
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@Writers Platform:
Prewritten: a picture
~BarTalk: Witchcraft
http://wordgrove.com/witchcraft.html
Also: Do It Duet
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~Piffin: “Sinfinity”
She
Paints
Pictures in my head
Sits, naked, on pianos
Lies, truthful, in my bed
Arrives on drizzled midnight
Whispering all my greys to blues
Does my autumn muse
She
Sows
Leaves across my lawn
Her lipstick on my hourglass
The wolf receives the fawn
Entranced, I step the tango
Wearing belladonna shoes
For my autumn muse
Absinth minded professor
Affirmed across my knee
Priestess cum confessor
Skyclad
Moonwashed
Agony
Her love flows from my pen
Tears on pages none will see
Sinfinity
Her breathness in my ear
An eternal symphony
Sinfinity
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Impromptu: predator, God, black
~Piffin: “Monday”
My father
My shepherd
My friend
My yardstick
This place
Tree laden
And tranquil
This autumn
Me in black
Mother in tears
Siblings quiet
Bewildered
The priest
Speaks of God
A creator
A predator
My father
A name on a stone
Me in black
This autumn
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~Jhynx: Untitled
Morality is relative to each individual’s circumstance.
Her bottomless hunger made her a predator.
When she’d face the god of black souls, he’d absolve her of the things she did to get what she needed.
As she stabbed the older, weaker woman to death, not quite neatly enough, she openly bawled over having to take life. It was shameful to have attacked someone who could not fight back, but it had been efficient. She had done her best to be merciful.
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~Greymane: Faded
She laughed again at colored wind and faded cold to black
she spent the autumn going home but never made it back
She prayed for God to comfort her from somewhere in her dreams
where time becomes a predator that’s warmer than it seems
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MissMerry: MM Impromptu
“Oh God”
Her breathness caressed his brain.
“Why must we go?”
She snuggled back down into the covers.
Her eyes closed, she saw only black with a tinge of red
where the light peeked through her eyelids.
“I could stay here all day” but as hard as she tried to pretend, the daylight would not be denied.
He lay back on the pillows, hands behind his head, admiring the curve of her cheek, the touseled shock of platinum blonde hair and the small smudges of mascara that had smeared a little, just a sweet mess.
“Come with me this time… I know we can make it work if we try.” I have to get back… come with me now.” he whispered as he leaned over to kiss her cheek.
He sat up then on his side of the bed and began to pull on his trousers and t shirt that he retrieved from the floor.
“I don’t really have clothes for outside…” she looked wistful, her full lips drawn up in a pout.
“I could let you wear my clothes until you get some. I could take you shopping…” His voice trailed off as he watched her slide into her feather and sequined armor plated leather strapped confection of a costume.
“wow” was all he could articulate for a few seconds. As sexy as she was, he had to think about how it would be too easy to forget that she was all predator in action.
“Darlin'” she coo’d at him, sliding her lips across his shoulder, then lying her head on his chest. “It could never work, can never be.” she sighed.
“I know, but I can wish”
He sighed and hit the eject button on his computer.
Staring at the now blank screen, he stood up and grabbed his backpack and ran downstairs to catch the school bus.
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~BarTalk: Bank Statement
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