Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted In The Grove:
The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.
~St Augustine

Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.
~Mark Twain

Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow.
~Anita Desai

EndQuote:
Travel far enough, you meet yourself.
~David Mitchell

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Posted from the Grove

~Stephen King:  The Adverb Is Not Your Friend
https://mailchi.mp/delanceyplace.com/the-adverb-is-not-your-friend-32119-qabcw717x8?e

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~Studiocanoe: Wilderness   (4:55)
A poem at first, a soft Scottish burr attempts the capture of wilderness with words … then, just the poetry of wilderness itself
https://vimeo.com/190453307

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~Pegase:  Another World   (3:49)
Music, unspoken, the language was Eyes
https://vimeo.com/190347997

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Prewritten Exercise for Thurs 04/04:   treat, convoy

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@Writers Platform

~Greenie: Haiku Moon

The moon as a bowl
Filling the dark sky with stars
Beauty in the night

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Prewritten:   bud, cyclops

~BarTalk:
Each Other

T’was a cyclops by name of Calypso
Town drunk and a famously favorite dipso
Had as a chum his more famous friend
A bum mastering life as a yogi
Rolled bud into blunt but elegant cigars
Conestogas, his answer to stodgy old stogies
As one eyed the smoke his friend took a toke
Both happy in their addiction being broke

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Each Other #2

A cyclops high on primo pot
Drank a lot of fermented hops
Loved a moneyed one-eyed pyramid
Her perfect shape
The secret tunnel inside her hid
She was hot
But dollar bill’s not worth a lot

My true-love Doll, are you mine
With your ever-loving overseeing eye
Your rosy bud atop my prickled spine
Be my triangled four-sighted Valentine

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5-7-5 x 4

short sighted cyclops
one-sided view of bonding
buddy system fail
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Buddha beleaguered
how to psych lopsided minds
hammered by answers
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bud of an idea
cyclops eyesight echoes light
better’n memory
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no feel for romance
prefers a modest distance
cyclops budget love

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Quoted In The Grove:
In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.
~Wallace Stevens

You will find poetry nowhere unless you bring some of it with you.
~Joseph Joubert

If you cannot be a poet, be the poem.
~David Carradine

EndQuote:
The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it.
~Dylan Thomas

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Harvested: Dictionary.com
Curated: Wordgrove

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Posted from the Grove

12 Essential Types of Poetry
https://www.dictionary.com/e/s/poetry/#sonnet

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Prewritten Exercise for Thurs 03/28:  bud, cyclops

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@Writers Platform

Prewritten:  corridor, climate

~BarTalk:
Seasons

Change comes fast time of war
Climate of fear sacrifice more
Bow to rules forbidden before
The past repeats that shameful whore
Sings Deja Vu from a distant shore
Chants Corridor to the Exit Door

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Denied

Found Eden’s tree
Rare recovery
All agreed
Profound discovery
Made the climb
Ate the fruit, Nate
You’re all nude, dude
In shape and looking great
But the Marine Corps adores
Their recruits in uniform

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5-7-5 x 4

temp controlled climate
endless corridors to trek
ETA: On Time
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apocalypse time
corridors of climate shift
ETA: Delayed
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river corridor
streams late news of the climate
flows downhill from there
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chilly the climate
climb corporate’s corridor
ambition’s ladder

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Quoted In The Grove:
Learn from me, if not by my precepts, then by my example, how dangerous is the pursuit of knowledge and how much happier is that man who believes his native town to be the world than he who aspires to be greater than his nature will allow.
~Mary Wollstonecraft

One’s native land! There should one live! There die!
~Jules Verne

Do not use that foreign word ‘ideals.’ We have that excellent native word ‘lies.’
~Henrik Ibsen

EndQuote:
Tell me anyway–maybe I can find the truth by comparing the lies.
~Leon Trotsky

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Posted from the Grove

Other Musics Other Voices:  Nahko  (Native American)

~Nahko Bear:  Tus Pies  (Your Feet)   (5:38)

~Nahko Bear:  Aloha Ke Akua   (10:37)

~Nahko:  Love Letters to God   (5:37)

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Short Story Video:
~Dust:  Multiverse Dating for Beginners   (12:23)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s0GaJ1WXCMY

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Prewritten Exercise for Thurs 03/28:  corridor, climate

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@Writers Platform

Prewritten:  fawn, vow

~BarTalk
Disney

A mother lies dead
Sacrificed to greatness
Her son a fawn in fright
Quakes in dappled light
Too young to vow revenge

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Casualties

Blinded by bright lights
Caught in the headlights
Antlered stag, fawn a doe
Three Dead, the headline
John, Jane and Baby Doe

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Oratory

Sound the round vowels
Fondle voluptuous words
Test for rhythm and verse
Taste Word Stew for truth
Swallow hard to believe

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Fie On Them

Not fond of the fawn in fawning
Nor dread of the dead
The mourning on waking each morning
But on bended knee vow
Swear to nevermore bow
To cravings that haunt
Leave nothing behind that’s rewarding

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5-7-5 x 4

star of stage and screen
disavows latest rumors
fawning fans agree
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abandon conscience
vowing oaths of allegiance
fawning works for some
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dead deer strewn roadside
somewhere a fawn waits to die
nature’s course avowed
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fawn on the lawn
sharp hooves, mother deer nearby
doe’s vow, dog gone now
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vows of loyalty
obsequiously fawning
repaid with contempt

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