Wordgrove Post & Review

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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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

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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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