Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
History is a vast early warning system.
~Norman Cousins

Each nation is fighting a righteous war, brought about by the intolerable knavery of the other.
~Kenneth Roberts

Once you hear the details of victory, it is hard to distinguish it from a defeat.
~Jean-Paul Sartre

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Posted from the Grove:
This week coming: There’s Club Fair.
Wordgrove is well represented at this year’s Fair with WG and other club-related interests showing a presence. Look for events to be hosted at each of the following sites.

~Greenie’s: Wordgrove At The Grotto

~Piffin and Greymane’s: Gin Clubs United

~GaryBob’s: Explorer’s Club at the Wanderlust

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A reminder: Any club member wishing to host an event @Quill Point, Wordgrove’s clubhouse, is authorized and welcome to do so.

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Special Request
~Roxy Music: More Than This
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kOnde5c7OG8

~Andy Williams: Lonely Street
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mn6DB6-NPnQ

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Prewritten for Thurs (01/12) @6pm PT/9 ET is: signature, polka

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@Writers Platform

Prewritten: jelly beans, ass

~MissMerry: Prewritten by MM

Karaoke at the Dive
and things are getting strange
Freebird, Crazy, Stayin’ Alive
it’s all a bit deranged

An aged Elvis took the mike
and belted out a song,
but “Blue suede shoes” in Portuguese
just sounded really wrong

Nursing a White Russian
a wearing a nappy mink –
A tranny manatee starts yelling
“GET OFF THE STAGE, …YOU STINK!”

A burly biker chick got angry
and told Tranny to “Take a hike”
But then she sang him “The Letter”,
and lifted her sweater
and showed him sweet nothings he liked.

The old man Davis was grinning
He was feeling pretty damn good
He’d stuck jelly beans up his ass in the men’s room
– better than Viagra for really sweet wood.

The singing began to get scary-
I thought this was supposed to be fun?
Just clap when you like it
and clap when you don’t
because you know you are glad when they’re done.

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~Piffin: ku

My mouth surfs your form
Adrift ass and jellybean
Sweet serenity

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~Greymane: Candy Bar

It was another lonely Friday at the local candy bar
He snickered at the airheads through his milky way cigar
It happens every payday when the big hunks make the rounds
The Mary Janes and sweethearts flash their kit-kats and their mounds
The nerds with all their nougat wish they had a bit-o-honey
The peeps were good n plenty ’til it wasn’t even funny
Rowdy jolly ranchers red roped skittles in the bowl
The rocky road is nutty but it’s how the tootsies roll
Played the sugar daddy ass card with more mallo than his means
She blurted laffy-taffy at his droopy jelly beans
U-no …

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~BarTalk: Hangover, and Riddle Me

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Impromptu: patient, crepuscular

~Piffin: “Downtown Beirut”

Crepuscular are we
Patient
Waiting
Patient, above all
At the end of the bar
Waiting
Hungry
Her throat
Ivory
Golden
Perfect
Patient, above all

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~Greymane: ku

Crepuscular fiend
Slumbers in the daylight hours
Patient in his thirst

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MissMerry: Bats

Crepuscular creatures are patient
as the twilight is painting the sky.
The gloaming has won,
the daylight is done,
as the night flyers take to the sky.

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~BarTalk: S’veldt Dining

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Quoted in the Grove: Perspectives on a New Year

New Year’s eve is like every other night; there is no pause in the march of the universe, no breathless moment of silence among created things that the passage of another twelve months may be noted; and yet no man has quite the same thoughts this evening that come with the darkness on other nights
~Hamilton Wright Mabie

We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year’s Day.
~Edith Lovejoy Pierce

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
~T S Eliot

An optimist stays up until midnight to see the new year in. A pessimist stays up to make sure the old year leaves.
~Bill Vaughn

New Year’s Eve, where auld acquaintance be forgot. Unless, of course, those tests come back positive.
~Jay Leno

New Year’s Day – Now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions. Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual.
~Mark Twain

New Year’s Day is every man’s birthday.
~Charles Lamb

Happiness is too many things these days for anyone to wish ill on anyone lightly. So let’s just wish each other a bileless New Year and leave it at that.
~Helen Fielding

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Posted from the Grove:

The passing of an era, the dawning of a new one. Whatever patience, determination and the creative urge can manifest, here is your poster child:
The Sunset Sunrise

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We who have been merry to celebrate the ChristMass, now marry the New Year … irrevocably. To the new year, whatever it brings

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The Most Commonly Misused English Words: Fun reading if you love words, otherwise, merely instructive
http://attn.com/stories/13782/most-commonly-misused-english-words

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As the year turns and we begin our winter, by special request, from the movie: Room in Rome
~Russian Red: Loving Strangers

– or –

Scenes from the movie flesh out this version of the song and give the discovery of love new context. A one-time love, and once only … before the winter without

Advisory: Adult content

http://www.rtve.es/alacarta/videos/programa/loving-strangers-russian-red-bso-habitacion-roma/753347/

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Prewritten for Thurs (01.05) @6pm PT/9 ET is: jelly bean, ass

@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: exit/whirlpool, or, back door/ whirlwind

~Greymane: Prewritten (whirlwind and exit)

I was standing somewhere once, It was cold as being forgot, when I felt a hush settle on the land. I stood and tried to quiet every voice and every thought but the moment slipped away like empty hands. It’s like waking from a dream when you try to ease back in but no matter how you try the more it fades. It’s like trying to find tomorrow when you’re tied to where you’ve been through an exit that reality betrayed. In that whirlwind of wonder just a moment past my mind where hazy visions slumber surface deep. I swear I still can hear them as they vanish undefined to wait inside the prison of my sleep.

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~Piffin: “Monogamish”

Brown eyes
Black lashes
A seraph arching on the bed
Clenched fists
Drape sashes
With sigils to ward off
The scripture we’d read

Brown eyes
A whirlpool
My love is watching from her chair
Her throne
Her toadstool
The bones of my innocence
Tied in her hair

As she whispers
And chants
All false light
Is expelled from my head

Eyes rolled back
With romance
She directs my gaze
Back to the bed

A seraph girl who smiled
A seraph girl
Beguiled

Brown eyes
An exit
Sometimes

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~BarTalk: Refugee

Too excited by whirlwinds
To exit by the back door
He stayed, she left
Headless in the headline
News from The Whirlpool

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Impromptu: dangling, panties

~Piffin: I Drove Out of Nashville

I drove out of Nashville at sunset.
I drove out of Nashville without looking back.
I drove out of Nashville in midsummer rain with eighty-thousand dollars in a borrowed gunny sack.
It felt good to own for a moment.
It felt good to own for a time.
It felt good to own, like the pretty little dancer I met outside the Five-and-Dime.
She lived with her sister in a trailer.
She lived like she was already rich.
She lived for cocaine, sticking ponies in her vein, random sex, and the scratch of an itch.
She took me out dancing one evening.
She took me out back of the bar.
She took me, hands groping, mouths hungry and hoping, on the hood of someone’s Cadillac car.
I drove out of Nashville at sunset.
I’d nothing much to show, but for the money I was hauling.
I drove out of Nashville at sunset.
Speedometer read 60, but it felt like I was crawling.
I drove out of Nashville at sunset.
One more place at my back, without my forward any clearer.
I drove out of Nashville at Sunset.
I had a pair of dancer’s panties dangling from my rearview mirror.

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~Greymane: Impromptu

He had left the bar sodden with scotch
while dangling too much of his crotch
He provoked vigilantes
in nothing but panties
A victim of neighborhood watch

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~Odin: untitled

Sated vengeance once realized is bliss,
however not quite as wonderful as a lover’s gentle kiss.

Passion’s dangling might is eternally creating new adventures in the night,
as will reconciliation’s sight after a foolish, meaningless fight.

An offering of panties is the strongest gift of all
which can turn even mightiest king into groveling thrall.

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~BarTalk: new years party

panties falling
jaws dropping
tongues lolling
dicks dangling
rise to the occasion

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