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Quoted In The Grove:
Aphorisms respect the wisdom of silence by disturbing it, but briefly.
~Yahia Lababidi

Silence at the proper season is wisdom, and better than any speech.
~Plutarch

Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.
~Rabindranath Tagore

EndQuote:
No, that is the great fallacy: the wisdom of old men. They do not grow wise. They grow careful.
~Ernest Hemingway

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Posted from the Grove

New Music: Gaelynn Lea

Watch the World Unfold   (4:08)
Lost In The Woods   (2:23)

Breathe, You Are Alive   (4:07)

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Prewritten Exercise for Thurs 05/09:   froth, reflect

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@Writers Platform

Glass Table:

Golden Bandana

Our days are comprised of a long sequence of routine events, yet every once in a while a singular unexpected moment can define how we see the world. This painting and poem imagine one such encounter.

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Gathered my bones to sit on the stoop
Watching the world clatter on.
Wheels spin and exhaust
Bi-peds wander by lost
Fixed to their palms
Tapping and swiping through
Tunnels sans walls.
Harsh booming this dissonant scene
Suggested the thought of an exit
When there from stage left
She emerged.

Dressed in green flowing
Like the crest of a wave
Growing the light from
Above a bandana of gold.
A sudden wind snapped
Turning her cheek
And there our eyes met,
Her stride did not waiver while her
Gaze locked on mine.
In that moment all the world smiled
The air suddenly mild
Vibrations of bright and soft humming.

Across the way, out of the blue
A man with a coat the same color
Threatened to pass in between.
Instead she side stepped then vanished
And left beyond the prayer trees.
The lug lumbered on not knowing
A gift he upended.
With the moment suspended
I sat chin in hand
Frustrated and wanting
Sighing then smiling
Trying to hold on to the
Bandana of gold.

Artwork and poem by:
~Greg Thweatt

A song on letting go by Ingrid Michaelson – Maybe

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Prewritten:   charm, costume

~BarTalk
Next Legend

Ripped body special cape
Uniquely wow new power
Fatal charm quirky smile
Challenges to die for
But costume makes the man

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5-7-5 x 7

costume amulet
a charm to tame intrepid
ignite insipid
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costumed riverbed
moss and rocks and trees that charm
water streaming live
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costumed in cotton
utter charm old frayed comfort
tossed out in tatters
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love or hate disguised
dangerous costume for spies
charm disarms instead
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October costumes
charmed season rainbow foliage
Halloween on stage
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undetectable
chameleon in costume
has no thought of charm
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costume uniforms
orthodoxy staged with charm
uniform costumes

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Quoted In The Grove:
Golf and sex are about the only things you can enjoy without being good at.
~Jimmy Demaret

I can remember when the air was clean and sex was dirty.
~George Burns

When a man talks dirty to a woman, it’s sexual harassment. When a woman talks dirty to a man, it’s $3.95 a minute.
~Author Unknown

EndQuote:
What would men be without women? Scarce, sir … mighty scarce.
~Mark Twain

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Posted from the Grove

What We Learned From Writing 7,000 Artist Bios
https://www.artsy.net/article/elena-soboleva-what-we-learned-from-writing-7-000-artist-bios?mc_cid

 

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~Postmodern JukeBox ft. Gunhild Carling: Never Gonna Give You Up (3:50)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NTmk0Pqk6hs

 

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Prewritten Exercise for Thurs 05/02:  charm, costume

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@Writers Platform

Prewritten:  isotope, fleece

~BarTalk:
Recipe

Ice a taupe tinted herbal tea
Add a hint of taint, make it gin for me
Share drinks with friend who eyes a smoke
Join next round for a righteous toke
One more time each and sanity flees
Flying elephant meets giant circus fleas
Smoke was fine
But tea tested positive for LSD

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Bad Chemistry/Worse Poetry

Isotope 4 $ale: plus a negative ion
Senseless phrase used for code
In our Case of the Lucrative Prion
A specimen gets gone
Meant someone was sent
To penetrate our research and to spy on
Accomplished with an aide
Trained to aid as accomplice
Meant an inside job and a mole left to carry on
To alter research, dig in our files and to pry on
Doubts and accusations abound
Until fear brings them ’round
And the board votes to bring a private eye on
Turns out our he was a she, our VP of HR
Living the high life in Saigon

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5-7-5 x 6

dollars for careers
isotopes to loss of hope
fleeced for a sheepskin
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comfort, jealousy
lust, emotional fleecings
isotopes of love
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isotopes bring change
pitchblende for uranium
fleeced of guilt for war
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loose the isotope
fleece the blue marble of life
plan it for reset
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fleece the white virgin page
scarred by lines scored for music
scaled note isotopes
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mint, chocolate, sprinkled
isotopes come to ice cream
as fleece is to fur

 

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Quoted In The Grove:
Our duty is to be useful, not according to our desires but according to our powers.
~Henri Frederic Amiel

The reward of one duty is the power to fulfill another.
~George Eliot

Do the duty which lies nearest to you, the second duty will then become clearer.
~Thomas Carlyle

EndQuote:
It is our duty as men and women to proceed as though the limits of our abilities do not exist.
~Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

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Harvested: BrainyQuote.com
Curated: Wordgrove

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Posted from the Grove

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Vimeo Video
~ Thomas Van-Havermaet:  Laundromat   (5:05)
https://vimeo.com/channels/staffpicks/314968558

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Prewritten Exercise for Thurs 04/25:  fleece, isotope

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@Writers Platform

Prewritten:  cotton, parade

~BarTalk:
Best Memory #21

Marched half time at the Cotton Bowl
Played slide trombone, wore coveralls
Band was tops
Major Ette gave her all
Turned flip into faceplant
Split into sprawl
A plunge into mud
Covered her prat and fall
I’d say best parade ever, over all

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patriots on parade

we mostly feeds ’em ‘n rarely beats ’em
mas ‘n pas ‘n our dootiful child’ens
don’t cotton to newditty, Miss behavin or swearin’
but hate is ok providin’ (insert a god’s name) is willin’
we knows the truth cuz ours was written as given
fer that speshul reason it’s worth all the killin’

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Old Folks Home

Grand old man getting paunchy
Much too old for getting raunchy
Watched Grandpa raid the pantry
Caught on tape with the only key

No more calling him Pansy
Not fancy man, Gramps or a Nancy
Old ladies getting worked up and antsy
Excited by his derring-do banditry
Flirt outrageously, coyly and comically
Approaching him privately and openly
Trusting to decorum and his gallantry

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Kingdoms

Extravagant princelings
Half-wits on parade
Cotton brief thinking
Decadence portrayed
Just_Us their password
Of justice no inkling
Royalty loyally
Ever on display

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5-7-5 x 2

angelic beauty
thin cotton shift sunlit nude
July 4th parade
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blacks working cotton
end of day smiles on parade
cinematic ploy

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Quoted In The Grove:
Writing is like carrying a fetus.
~Edna O’Brien

Much of writing might be described as mental pregnancy with successive difficult deliveries.
~J B Priestley

Finishing a book is just like you took a child out in the back yard and shot it. ~Truman Capote

EndQuote
Writing books is the closest men ever come to childbearing.
~Norman Mailer

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Posted from the Grove

~Blender Open Movie:  Spring   (7:44)
https://vimeo.com/325910798

 

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Prewritten Exercise for Thurs 04/11:   parade, cotton

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@Writers Platform

Prewritten:  wire, soldier

~BarTalk:
Seasoned

It’s fall and football at Soldier Field
Chicago burns but they don’t yield
Wired for sound fueled by beer
Fans go nuts, scream for da Bears!

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Love Note

Dear John letter fresh from home
Survival skills perfectly honed
Finest point man in all 4th Batt
Saw fit to trip the hot wire trap
Sue, he sighed before he died
Good soldiers cry, but only once

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scarper

jailbreak after supper
bring the wire cutter
trade prison stripes for pinstripe
sentence time for wedding hype
hard core types for baby wipes

she’s a doll, a man could fall
flee concrete stalls
climb mile high walls
but this soldier’s going AWOL
twice

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5-7-5 x 5

wire from headquarters
soldier on to Galveston
hurricane today
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cars worth a fortune
sold your vintage collection
why are you crying

temp: 100+
sold your air conditioner
why aren’t you frying

stole your lands away
sold your native heritage
why aren’t you dying

sold your haunted house
orphanage of your childhood
why are you crying

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Quoted In The Grove:
Civilization is like a thin layer of ice upon a deep ocean of chaos and darkness.
~Werner Herzog

Civilization begins with order, grows with liberty and dies with chaos.
~Will Durant

Nothing heightens chaos more than a berserk wild animal right in the middle.
~Adam McKay

EndQuote:
There is only so much chaos a nation can stand.
~Richard Cohen

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Posted from the Grove

~David Attenborough & BBC:  Songs & Sounds of the Lyre Bird   (2:54)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VjE0Kdfos4Y&feature

 

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Prewritten Exercise for Thurs 04/11:  wire, soldier

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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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Prewritten:  treat, convoy 

~BarTalk:
Convoy To Karma

Yukon voyaging on
Comic Con voiced for fun
Ex-con, voyeur/Dom
U Conn voids her date for prom
Ghengis Khan voids his at dawn
All treat fate as seeds they’ve sown

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March Past

Battalion sized hunger on exhausted feet
Colonel scores big bagging juicy treats
Leads his troops not getting their lunches
Stealing a convoy of contraband munchies
Tables for twenty ate more than plenty
Toking their Thanx at precisely 4:20

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tattletales

token felonies of a boy
stories follow lies in a convoy
blighted and belittled by evidence
the only treatment their consequence
spanked by history when excuses end

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5-7-5 x 5

envoy led convoy
treats ideas like targets
treats them like traitors
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ambulance convoy
treat the wounded in transit
leave the dead behind
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butch riders on bikes
Hell’s Angels outlaw convoy
testosterone treat
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Santa’s reindeer fly
a convoy conveying gifts
goodwill, peace on Earth
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bicycle convoy
perfect day treating themselves
to the hills and back

 

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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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