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Quoted in the Grove:
You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.
~Albert Camus

When you dance, your purpose is not to get to a certain place on the floor. It’s to enjoy each step along the way.
~Wayne Dyer

None of us are getting out of here alive, so please stop treating yourself like an afterthought. Eat the delicious food. Walk in the sunshine. Jump in the ocean. Say the truth that you’re carrying in your heart like hidden treasure. Be silly. Be kind. Be weird. There’s no time for anything else.
~Anthony Hopkins

EndQuote:
And the day came when the risk to remain closed in a bud became more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
~Elizabeth Appell

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Posted from the Grove:

18 Words to Welcome Spring
http://mentalfloss.com/article/532091/18-words-welcome-spring

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http://wordgrove.com/scream.jpg

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Prewritten for Thurs 03/29 (6:00pm PT/9 ET):   law, pebble

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@Writers Platform:
Glass Table:

~thoreau: Haiku-o-Matic
Welcome to Haiku-O-Matic (TM), a wordgame where you can learn my fun (hopefully 🙂 and easy never-fail patented style of haiku creation, and create your own haiku poem.
https://throwshiswords.wordpress.com/2008/10/03/haiku-o-matic/

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thoreau’s poetry library

On the cover of the book was a label, with the words `READ ME’ beautifully printed on it in large letters. It was all very well to say `Read me,’ but the wise little Alice was not going to do THAT in a hurry. `No, I’ll look first,’ she said, `and see whether it’s marked “poison” or not’. However, this book was NOT marked `poison,’ so Alice ventured to read it, and found it very nice.

https://throwshiswords.wordpress.com/category/poems/favorites/

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~Greymane: High Ku

Alone on the cliff
Driven by the moaning breeze
Chilled by the descent

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Prewritten: Theme ~ damaged goods

~Greymane: A Star Is Bored

The preacher called her damaged goods,
Her mother didn’t care
She drug her ass to HollywoA Star is Bored
od to spite her sisters dare
She dodged the couch and paid her dues but still her family laughed
She drowned herself in drugs and booze the more she honed her craft
With after parties, autographs and Malibu at dawn
She knew if they forget your face your legend won’t live on
She sold her soul for tiny roles to catch the public’s eye
Her star adorns the boulevard beneath a shattered sky

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~thoreau: en plein air

working on an “en plein air” watercolor:
struggling to get just the right shade of gray
into the reflection of the clouds in the pond

just a smidge darker, hmm, maybe?

sprinkles

begin to dot (just a few at first, then more)
the surface of the water

and also to paint themselves into the picture
which is amusing for a moment

until suddenly it isn’t

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~BarTalk: stanzas / Bone Chart / 5-7-5 x 3
stanzas

damaged out of the box

cracked mirrors and tea kettles
splintered shards of token love

unkempt bed and unkept promises
suffer Humpty Dumpty’s fate
good riddance of yesterday’s trash

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Bone Chart

Broken bones mend strong
Broken hearts heal wrong
Funny bones get along
Young bones want a piece
Old boners rest in peace

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5-7-5 x 3

stellar entropy
shooting stars blaze, dying fall
unpinned from the sky

ancient histories
dam aged in cold lake waters
survive to surprise

raging elephant
piano keys on the hoof
harvested ivory

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Impromptu: six word story

~Matttt: untitled

Each finger stung from the slap
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I’m the world’s most humble person
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Another day wasted, going to work.
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She was disgusted, I couldn’t last.
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We were exhausted, collapsed and spent.

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~Greymane: untitled

Fire from the sky then darkness
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Wedding dress for sale – Wake Monday
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He spent her funeral in prison

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~thoreau: 2 six word stories

autobiography
—- bare feet in the surf, finally

generations
—- party day: golden anniversary and christening

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~Heartou: untitled

Love is not over, just hibernating.
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There was a woman who once believed in something she could not name. Growing older, as she learned about others, she worked at filling in the holes of all of the promises she felt she should. A year and a decade came and went. She began to forget the lessons old instincts taught her.

One day a man smiled and caught her attention. She began to play again, to dance and bathe in the moonlight beside him. The thing with no name hibernating inside her, woke and began to feed her very hungry soul.

I know, you’re thinking that by now she should have named it, especially after so much time earning her knowledge of it. But because of behaviors, bad chemistry and failed expectations, the heart rate slowed, and again the belief with no name went dormant.

The point to remember is that the ‘something’ that lives so far and deep inside, is still breathing.

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~BarTalk: 2 six word stories 

Cross-town traffic killed the romance
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She poured poison, caution spilled it
or
She poured poison, love spilled it
or
She poured poison, _____ spilled it

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Quoted in the Grove:
The juvenile sea squirt wanders through the sea searching for a suitable rock or hunk of coral to cling to and make its home for life. For this task, it has a rudimentary nervous system. When it finds its spot and takes root, it doesn’t need its brain anymore, so it eats it. It’s rather like getting tenure.
~Daniel Dennett

If you would be a real seeker after truth, it is necessary that at least once in your life you doubt, as far as possible, all things.
~Rene Descartes

I had a dollar. I met a man with a dollar. We exchanged dollars, and when we parted we each still had only a dollar.

I had an idea. I met a man with an idea. We exchanged ideas, and when we parted we each had two ideas.
~Anon.

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Posted from the Grove:

Quiz: Are You Too Sensitive?
Highly Sensitive People (HSP) Test
http://www.oprah.com/omagazine/am-i-too-sensitive-highly-sensitive-person-quiz_2?ncid

16 Habits of HSP
https://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/02/26/highly-sensitive-people-signs-habits_n_4810794.html?utm_medium

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Picks From the Platform:

~Lights: Giants   (4:01)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Wljx0Cz9-c

~Katy Perry: Roar   (4:29)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CevxZvSJLk8

~Helen Reddy: I Am Woman
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V6fHTyVmYp4&pbjreload=10

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Prewritten for Thurs 03/22 (6:00pm PT/9 ET) A theme: damaged goods

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: shoreline

~Greymane: Shore Enough

Miles from the nearest shore
I’m too far out to sea
I set adrift the carnivore that lives inside of me
I rode the waves to silent graves of sailors gone before
The pain the razor rain engraves I’ll never answer for

Awash beyond the briny deep
The wicked never learn
The shoreline falling fast asleep awaiting my return
A captive of the greedy wind that came and took the rain
The tempest gathered all my sins to feed my hurricane

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~BarTalk: summer silly

moonshine under moonlight
long days of nighttime
rising tides and hemlines
summer here, summer gone
end of season shoreline

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5-7-5 x 5

headlights out, run blind
follow shoreline to escape
guns at the border

shoreline in springtime
winter’s death after the fall
coasts into summer

craggy rock faced cliffs
seagull soars, scopes a shoreline
sandwich on a plate

bare brown buns, toasting
shore lined with skin, sun basted
summer day beachside

days numbered, time thins
across sleep’s frontier shoreline
over green waters

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Quoted in the Grove:
I’ve been dating since I was fifteen. I’m exhausted. Where is he?
~Kristin Davis

I’m a superhero in disguise as a ne’er-do-well cad.
~Billy Zane

Come live in my heart and pay no rent.
~Samuel Lover

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Posted from the Grove:

From the Platform:

A good friend’s father passed today. Because, of all living creatures, only muppets have more heart than humans, they’ve been asked to help say … good night

~Andrea Bocelli: Lullabye To Elmo   (3:14)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BDVvB7Xx1w

~Linda Ronstadt w/ Kermit: When I Grow Too Old to Dream   (3:24)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pQaeg582kRQ

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10 Fascinating Facts About the Thesaurus
http://mentalfloss.com/article/90809/10-fascinating-facts-about-thesaurus

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Editor’s mea culpa: Last week’s poem, “no credit card required” was incorrectly attributed to Piffin. The author was, in fact, thoreau.

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Prewritten for Thurs 03/08 (6:00pm PT/9 ET): bug light

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Prewritten: spring, loop

~Greymane: Over Seasoned

Frozen dreams like fallen leaves that sleep beneath the snow
Darker days of silent ease when Winter won’t let go
Spring awakens what it needs repeating evermore
Autumn sleeps ’til Summer sheds the changes that it wore

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~thoreau: poem: what did I miss

Deep in a mountainside forest, at one bank of a wild, snowmelt-swollen stream, there is a large boulder that shelters behind itself a calm side pool, where the roar of the nearby rapids is muted by the mass of the rock. One of last year’s fallen leaves lies on the ground at the edge of the pool, half in the water. Disturbed by a slight ripple, it falls fully onto the water and begins to drift slowly in the shallow pool’s weak current. The leaf floats around the pool, sometimes near the center but usually closer to the edge, while also spinning slowly, and it trembles slightly each time it passes near the turbulent edge of the main stream. The leaf continues to circle the pool slowly, under the dappled morning light. A few times it nearly becomes grounded again. Once, it touches another leaf lying at the edge of the pool. The two cling together only briefly, then separate before the second can be pulled into the water. Seventy nine times the leaf loops slowly around the pool, as the morning becomes afternoon. Just as the leaf passes close to the main stream for the eightieth time, a small sudden wave pulls it out of the pool and it swiftly disappears into the rapids downstream, moments before a hiker walking up the stream-side trail passes by and glances briefly at the pool without stopping.

— or in haiku form —

quiet pool by a loud stream –
what did I miss,
just before I looked?

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~BarTalk: Mobius

Morning light landscape
Sunset accented clouds
Lo, the loop of cycles
The buds of springtime
Eternity’s uptick returns

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recipes

starshine makes ya lonely
moonrise makes ya loony
moonshine makes ya loopy
springtime makes ya horny
love can make poems rhyme

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spring launched plastic planes
acrobatic loop the loops
practice drone attacks

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swallows loop the sky
sprigs of lavender in spring
herald the season

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Impromptu: rain

~Piffin: “Gown of Rain

Standing with your memories as rain falls down
Wearing your indifference like a wedding gown
Subtle locomotion shifts you to and fro
But your feet stay planted with no place to go
Remembering a yesteryear that seemed so bright
When everything was possible on Friday night
You once had the audacity to feel no pain
Now all you have is solitude
A gown of rain
Indifference and sorrow
And this gown of rain

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~Greymane: RAIN

Clouds of thunder whisper wet
I huddled quiet in my chains
The tempest stole my last regret
and blamed it on the rains
I promised I’d come back for her
before the storm had passed
Forgetting who we thought we were
like tears on window glass

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~thoreau: rain

The sun-loving puppy
sits at the open door looking out
at the backyard,
the falling rain,
and her wet toys lying in puddles.
She needs to go out at some point,
but not yet, not yet.
She looks up and asks with her eyes,
“Can I have my treat now anyway?”
“Of course” I say, close the door,
and we both go back to the couch.

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~BarTalk: 5-7-5

snow crowns the mountains
winds and rain rule the foothills
floods reign the valley

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