Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted In The Grove:
I gave my father $100 and said, ‘Buy yourself something that will make your life easier.’ So he went out and bought a present for my mother.
~Rita Rudner

He wipes tears off my face and then snot. He uses his hands. He loves me that much.
~Nina LaCour

He promised us that everything would be okay. I was a child, but I knew that everything would not be okay. That did not make my father a liar. It made him my father.
~Jonathan Safran Foer

EndQuote:
I believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments, when they aren’t trying to teach us.
~Umberto Eco

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Prewritten Exercise for Thurs 06/20:   warden, music

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ALL THE WORDS:  The real meanings of slang, emoji, and other weird “words”
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~Norah Jones:   Don’t Know Why    (3:12)

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@Writers Platform

~Greenie @I Like The Rain
Morning Meet

Tiny wings flutter
soft winds brush my cheek
twinkling sounds ring
from the twittering beak

Brave little mister
dew drops on demand
ruby throat flashes
as he nears my hand

Fingertip offered
a half moon of sweet
golden sunbeams bright
morning meet complete

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Glass Table:

You ARE

You applaud my drive,
Thank you so much,
for being so funny & ‘touched.’

You are —
Wonder & Grace
You are–
My favorite face
in this space
You are–
Passion and laughter
You are–
Like the Counting Crows album:
August, and Everything After
You are —
My prescription LSD
Magnetic and free
You are —
The Architect of safety and warm hugs
humorous and full of love

~Mary Magdalene O’Neal

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Prewritten:  shrine, city

~BarTalk:
Worship

Not in the wild wood
Nor the city of man
Deep sea to the stars
Shines a light as bright
As my love’s naked shrine

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Cityscape

Some would argue that the City lives
Breathes us in and out like oxygen
Takes a name earns a reputation
As destination’s other home

Penthouse uptown enshrined in law
While downtown streets school the barrio
Find harmless crimes on lists that bind
While shrines are graves that money buys

Crowded hives a briar patch
Driven lives of human scramble
Find love among the barriers
Obstacles and bramble

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Higher Calling

Who dares the sky too high untethered
Cawed Crow as CEO of Murder One United
But who croaks the words of his martinet
Quoth Dove the Hawk from high above their zoo

While airily debating the best place for dining
Whether city the beach or a burg
The soaring city citer lost to Crow snatching burgers
Lost to the low flying scavenger’s urge

So build a shrine to Icarus
For the ill-fated death of a notable son
A noble attempt flew too close to the sun
For a low shabby death just like everyone

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5-7-5 x 2

he scans the sky
city sleeps in peace at night
her shrine crowns the hill
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rich city slicker
checked Guinness Book of Records
bought himself a shrine

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