Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
Men are the devils of the earth and the animals are its tormented souls.
~Arthur Schopenhauer

We call them dumb animals, and so they are, for they cannot tell us how they feel, but they do not suffer less because they have no words.
~Anna Sewell

Kindness is always fashionable.
~Amelia Barr

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Platform Favorites: Crosby, Stills & Nash, plus bonus videos

~CS&N: Might As Well Have A Good Time   (4:30)

~CS&N: Wasted on the Way   (2:54)

~Kids Sing “Teach Your Children” to Graham Nash   (3:55)

~Kaz Hawkins: Because You Love Me   (6:00)

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Prewritten for Thurs 03/22 (6:00pm PT/9 ET) is a phrase: And then we…

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: homunculus

~Greymane: Runner in the Night

The ego of the World, on a throne of shiny lies,
tells a tale of heroic appetite
They fluff it up while polishing the cracks in the disguise
reassuring us to help us sleep at night
Somewhere past the last escape, stigmatically revised,
the Devil cried to hide his sheer delight
Our problem is we’re smaller than our ego advertised,
homunculus and blinded by our light

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~BarTalk: Homunculus Veritas

Shriveled men of Earth
Shed of innocence at last
Shriven wisdom rising
Rekindled from the ashes
Phoenix, to the stars

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5-7-5 x 4

God’s humunculus
tiny idol taught silence
naught but junk to us
or
man’s humunculus
tiny god idolatrous
sinned, spoke just like us
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a biography
book title, Homunculus
Precious Little Man
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sons of Africa
homunculus, seed of man
spirit calls, return
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homo uncle was
prior life homunculus
facebook famously

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Impromptu: time

~Piffin: “Now”

We didn’t count back in the day
We didn’t really count on anything
At all
We didn’t think of what to say
We just opened up our mouths
And let words fall
We didn’t think of what to do
We just blundered our way through
In pantomime
We didn’t count back in the day
But we can’t stop counting now
That we’re running out of time

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~Greenie: Time

I wait impatiently, moment by moment slowed to all but a standstill
Aching for more, just a few more… and yet each moment spills out in a rush
Crystal clear a page falls before my mind’s eye, etched in diamonds
Blurred almost beyond reckoning, so much lost that was once indelible
How can it be all of this at the same time…
yes

Time…

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~Matttt: “Time” – some 5-7-5s

One grain after grain
The shower of sand falls through
Our time will run out

The sun never sets
The sky is never not blue
Inside There.com

A grandfather clock
A pendulum keeps swinging
Deeply chimes the gong

His lungs are bursting
His heart is pounding madly
He broke the record

Calculating moves
She made the white queen run fast
She had not had time

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~Greymane: Parsley, Sage and Rosemary

Tapping time on open doors with reasons made of glass
Machines that feast on dinosaurs who sleep beneath the grass
Winter after Autumn after Summer after Spring
Tomorrow just a day away but hanging by a string
Seasons man will evermore refuse to be outdone
Feathers of the ones who flew too closely to the sun

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~BarTalk: The Dance

Time out, take a break
Time to rest, recuperate
Once a friend now the foe
Work to do, clock says no
Skip to my lou my darlin’

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