Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
When words are put together in fresh ways there is a pleasure-giving quality in language, which brings a release of endorphins.
~William Collins

But all they want to do
Is tie the poem to a chair with rope
And torture a confession out of it.
They begin beating it with a hose
To find out what it really means.
~William Collins

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It means treasury, but it is just a place where words congregate with their relatives, a big park where hundreds of family reunions are always being held.
~Wiliam Collins

I would rather see words out on their own, away from their families and the warehouse of Roget wandering the world where they sometimes fall in love with a completely different word.
~William Collins

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In honor of MissMerry’s Christmas birthday, a curated journey-thru-quotes has been created out of those born on December 25. It begins with the today’s Quotes from the Grove. http://wordgrove.com/missmerry.html

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Posted from the Grove:

This week’s music request:
~My Chemical Romance: Welcome to the Black Parade
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRKJiM9Njr8

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Admittedly a time sink, these are fun: The best GIFs of 2015, as decided by the Internets
http://sploid.gizmodo.com/the-best-gifs-of-2015-according-to-the-internet-1690998186

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Silent Night, by Chewbacca
Because we are all aliens, really, but the song is the same
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vd79mpzBnJ4&utm

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Charts, fun? Yes, they can be. These are funny, deliciously so, all of them, on-target skewering most of them, even sad-funny some of them
http://www.boredpanda.com/truth-facts-funny-graphs-wumo/

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Prewritten for Thurs (12/29) @6pm PT/9 ET is: exit, whirlpool – or – back door, whirlwind

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@Writers Platform:
Prewritten: echo, moves, treaty, leaving
(Choose any 2 or 3 of 4)

~Piffin: “Warm”

Put out the word, girls:
Long live the Queen!
While my body’s still warm

Echo the legend
Gossip machine
While my body’s still warm

Cull through the notebooks
Dig up the yard
While my body’s still warm

Living is brutal
But leaving is hard
When your body’s still warm
And my body’s still warm

Crystal midnight
Puff puff pass
Tuxedo El Camino with a tank of gas
Raindrop roadmap
Windshield jewels
Here’s to all my lovers and you other fools

Valentine chokehold
Around my neck
While my body’s still warm

A move for redemption
A flaming wreck
While my body’s still warm

Death is delicious
As metal on brick
While my body’s still warm

Caring is vicious
But leaving’s the trick
When your body’s still warm
And my body’s still warm

Blaze meth graffiti
The name is Yours
A signature, a treaty, draped in bloody wars
I did my penance
What’s fair is fair
I did my penance, but You don’t care
At all

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~MissMerry: Prewritten by MM

In the echoes of the year I find
my friends’ wellbeing is stuck on my mind
I’d like to take this time to say how
I’d wish all of our problems away.

Friend Greenie is lost in time and space
living in a far off, desolate place.
Next year I hope her land will sell
she’ll be able to travel and be feeling well.

I wish Odin to find his inner Viking
but if not, he’s still awesome, well worth liking.
Valhalla and glory the ancient goal,
Though Odin’s a kind and peaceful soul.

For BT I wonder what is best,
his work is always his constant test.
To finish his books, his magnum opus
would be for him my dearest hope-us.

Piffin, I pray, will heal, and her scars
may lead her new stories off into the stars.
May her world full of love and PJ, her wife,
make for fantastic poetry of a long happy life.

For Grey I have a special regard
as our families make our lives kinda hard.
The day to day battle may make him feel kinda old,
But his poetry shows us his heart of pure gold.

Most of the holiday stuff is pure crap.
And the commotion and shopping can makes just snap!
But a treaty I’d like to sign with my muses
that I’d go the whole year without blowing my fuses.

It helps me to write and escape, by Jove,
To get away once a week into the grove.
To talk, to laugh, catch up with good friends
and it is a good excuse to drink, too.
Love you guys. 🙂

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~Greymane: ZzZzZzZzZzzzzzz

She dances in a dream I keep where all my shadows play
I call to her with echoes of the things that slipped away

I wonder if she hears me while she moves within the light
While leaving sleeping memories that haunt me in the night

A distant song of silence on a dark and dusty shelf
I keep it warm but hidden as a treaty with myself

From where I sleep I almost reach a piece of yesterday
But then I wake and find that I am lost again today

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~BarTalk: Leaving on a Jet Plane

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Quoted in the Grove:
How will you know the difficulties of being human, if you are always flying off to blue perfection?
~Jalal ad-Din Rumi

Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.
~Rumi

Try and be a sheet of paper with nothing on it.
Be a spot of ground where nothing is growing,
where something might be planted,
a seed, possibly, from the Absolute.
~Rumi

EndQuote:
All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.
~Rumi

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Posted from the Grove:
World Records Fall In Domino Display
10 minutes of bubble gum for the eyes
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=16eF8IQzgP8

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20 Best Comedy Sketches of 2016 (Huffington Post)
http://www.vulture.com/2016/12/20-best-comedy-sketches-of-2016.html?mid=huffpoent

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Prewritten for Thurs (12/22) @6pm PT/9 ET is: echo, moves, treaty, leaving
Choose 2 or 3 of 4

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@Writers Platform:
Prewritten: pacify, conviction

~Greymane: Tried and Crucified

Nailed on a falling star with vengeance pacified
They killed another avatar with no one left inside
A jury hung on velvet tongues of wealthy businessmen
An overturned conviction that was overruled again

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Also: Birden
(12/08 ~ threshold, pigeon )

He travels silent memories that never let him rest
He sits alone inside his head too scared to be depressed
An empty dark apartment where the voices come to play
He’d planned his end for decades but it wouldn’t be today
With peace beyond the threshold and a promise to fulfill
He’d Jump but doesn’t want to wake the pigeon on the sill

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~BarTalk: First of Five and the anti-ku

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Impromptu: wine, chains

~Greymane: Too Soft to Hear

An angel touched her tattered soul a breath away from mine
She reached into the past she stole and washed my chains in wine
She whispered silent memories that laughed too soft to hear
She danced alone in shadows grown that quickly disappear

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~MissMerry: MM Impromptu

One flirt leads to another
Wine and chains for lunch
One or the other leaves marks

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~BarTalk: not-a-ku at all

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Quoted in the Grove:
Oh! do not attack me with your watch. A watch is always too fast or too slow. I cannot be dictated to by a watch.
~Jane Austen

Why not seize the pleasure at once, how often is happiness destroyed by preparation, foolish preparations.
~Jane Austen

One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other.
~Jane Austen

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Posted from the Grove:

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Prewritten for Thurs (12/15) @6pm PT/9 ET is: pacify, conviction

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@Writers Platform:
Glass Table:

~Margalo: Checking In

Hello fellow friends from There!

This is Margalo, Bettina’s daughter. I haven’t visited the peaceful sanctuary of Wordgrove for a very long time.

I decided to take a stroll through the beauty of the forest, and felt inspired to leave a message.

I’m doing well these days. Feeling better and stronger. I was reminded that we lost Bets 10 years ago. I think of her frequently, and visited Santa’s village as she would have loved seeing the holiday displays.

As another holiday season approaches without her, I do feel differently this year. I feel grateful for the traditions we created together, and I know she’s always with me in spirit.

I hope this message finds you doing well, whoever reads this. A special “hello” to BarTalk and Jessalee.

Hope to see you There sometime soon!

Much love,

Margalo

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Prewritten: threshold, pigeon

~MissMerry: Prewritten by MM

the fuzzy words all gather in clouds.
I run around trying to catch them,
to stuff them into pigeon holes and
maybe organize them into making sense.

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~BarTalk: Avian Traitor

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Impromptu: distortion, satellite

~Greymane: Occupied

She begged to be his satellite
revolving on his girth
She promised dreams of treasured things
to tempt the greedy Earth
She flaunted moons inopportune
that dazzled his desire
The heavens shook when passions cooked
and set the stars afire
Distortion filling darkness
that their souls could occupy
A blazing star and ball of blue
that dance across the sky

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~MissMerry: MM Impromptu

He adjusted the telescope focus
finding the dark on the very first try
dialing in a familiar locus
as satellites twirled through the sky

While he studied a singular portion,
-sure he had found his own lovely star
The moon rose and fell
(the planets won’t tell )
The heavenly body was just a distortion.

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~BarTalk: not-a-ku times two

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