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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