Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.
~Ronald Reagan

Words of comfort, skillfully administered, are the oldest therapy known to man.
~Louis Nizer

Life is one grand, sweet song, so start the music.
~Ronald Reagan

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Posted from the Grove:

Genius and/or Crazy?
Both geniuses and madmen pay attention to what others ignore
http://nautil.us/issue/18/genius/if-you-think-youre-a-genius-youre-crazy?utm_source

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Favorites from the Platform:

~Pentatonix: Bohemian Rhapsody
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ojRj2JK5oCI

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Freedom of the press matters.
This picture banned in Russia.
A shame, really. It’s adorable.

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Prewritten for Thurs (04/13) @6pm PT/9 ET is: fault, rescue

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@Writers Platform

Prewritten: windpipe, awesome

~Greymane: Snowbiz

When Luca stepped upon the stage a hush fell on the crowd
they knew that they were in for quite a ride
He cleared his golden throat, took off his glasses and he bowed
unleashing every echo trapped inside
From deep inside his windpipe burst annoying piercing sound
with mastery impossible to teach
Luca was the number one top yodeler around
assaulting every eardrum within reach

Nena still in second place was not to be outdone
and determined she would win without a doubt
People cringed and covered ears while others tried to run
but not a single one of them got out
Their yodels pounded merciless but neither was impressed
as the silent snow began to rumble slow
Two thousand people buried at another Winterfest,
awestruck in the avalanche below

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~BarTalk: ku

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Impromptu: slim, burden

~Greymane: Lies Beneath the Skin

Found my way from where I’d been with moments left to spare
We tried to build a wall around the places that we share
Chances slim to none in places few and far between
Our burden lies beneath the skin, committedly obscene
Empty rooms on pedestals in mansions in the sky
Alone again on cruise control just trying to get by

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~BarTalk: ku

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Quoted in the Grove:
I just had an idea that went right over my head.
~Lawrence Welk

Writing is easy. You only need to stare at a piece of blank paper until your forehead bleeds
~Douglas Adams

We demand rigidly defined areas of doubt and uncertainty!
~Douglas Adams

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Posted from the Grove:
Now that we are safely past it, a Post Fool’s Day celebration

Gullible’s Travels
http://hoaxes.org/af_database/permalink/planetary_alignment_decreases_gravity

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Songs of Foolishness & How Fools Were Fooled + 1

~Elvin Bishop: Fooled Around and Fell In Love   (4:38)
Interesting images scattered thru’out
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qs61m1dLB80

~FunZooMusic: Oh Carol I Am Not A Fool
High energy, low production values, fun
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fi6ABXGj3H4

The Beatles: Fool On The Hill
As the spider spins a web, so the fool spins a world
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UmIwcu9AoxQ

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Prewritten for Thurs (04/06) @6pm PT/9 ET is: windpipe, awesome

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@Writers Platform

Prewritten: razor, girl scout

~Piffin: ku

Razor thin slices
Fermented with indulgence
Girl Scout Cookie wine

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~Greymane: Thin Mince

Another missing girl scout on the local evening news
The seventh in as many days with ever-mounting clues
Reports of muffled growling and some counting could be heard
A possible accomplice and a clumsy eight foot bird
A chocolate covered razor and some bright blue tufts of fur
There were several empty cookie boxes scattered where they were
The crumby culprit grunted his entire greedy spree
Singing .. “C” still stands for cookie an that’s good enuff for meee!?

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~BarTalk: a virgin wood

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Impromptu: chisel, stars

~Piffin: “Facade”

Washington
Lincoln
Ted
Some other guy
Carved into a mountainside
A million dreams high
But lately days
Our men of stone
Live lone in dusty books
For they can’t hold a candle
To the perfect chiseled looks
Of the party favor
Weekly flavor
Magazine stars
Posing stupefied on carpets
Throwing fists around in bars
To the idol voiced
People choiced
Television gods
With their sparkle
And their jazz hands
And their killer cultured bods
Those men of stone
Were heroes once
Why else would they be there?
But, in the end?
It’s all about the hair

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~Greymane: Good Mourning Scarshine

Written on the hearts of men were dreams beyond control
They thought they had the answers chiseled deeply in their souls
They built a tower gleaming that would reach into the stars
and shined their empty worship built from one another’s scars

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~Heartou: untitled

The shimmering essence of all that I know to be true
Lies deep within the sadness of my sharp pain.

I roam the nights drifting into another full dream of day.
Testing the experience of hope while swallowing the stars of the glory of my ego.

And as I set forth in the morning dew,
I pray the true nature of myself chisels away the immense ;
lack of dignity I feel.

Most profoundly without sway chisels and chisels to dismantle regret and prepare myself for yet another week of the unknown.

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~BarTalk: numbers talk

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