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Quoted in the Grove:
There’s only one thing I never did and wish I had done: climbed over a fence.
~Queen Mary

The past cannot be cured.
~Elizabeth I

Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.
~Oscar Wilde

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Posted to the Grove:

Prewritten for Thurs Word Games (03/31) is: pond, beckon

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: waterway, bomb

~Dharma_Darla: PW for 03/24/16

The land of my brain has a waterway upon which all my thoughts travel. My disease of addiction is a murderous bomb that is triggered by air, and sits on the waterway’s floor waiting for the waters of my recovery to recede so it can go off and kill me. That fucking bomb is a major cunt.

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~BarTalk: … in Distress

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Impromptu: vexed, primitive

 

A primitive .gif file featuring the arcane art of typesetting.

Austere, haunting depiction of a vexingly detailed labor of love.

 


 

 

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~MissMerry: MM Impromtu

Vexed, as the body fails
dreams still pulse with life
primitive and wild
filled with heat and lust
the mind doesn’t age
as flesh desolves to dust

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~Greenie: Vexed!

I sit and comtemplate
vexed
by the primitive state
irked
by having to wait
jerked
by not getting to sate
soothed
by false hope’s bait
paused
by every shut gate
blocked
by monstrous weight
barbed
by mischievous fate

Good thing I have

an optimist’s pate!

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~Odin: Vexed/Primitive 24/03/16

Eric X was a wise, and courageous man at heart
who practiced well (and in secret) the old ways, and would not from him let them depart.

From him came an eloquent request one day
for help to send Sverker II packing (as X did pray).

So moved by his words, and vexed by enemy false claim,
my intent was focused to greatly harm, and to maim.

The day came as the days always do,
and I arrived there -almost- late having horse lost a shoe.

The battle about to begin as I entered the fray,
the primitive friendlies rallying around proper battle words to say.

A new dawn.

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~BarTalk: Miscellaneous II

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Quoted in the Grove:
If all the economists in the world were laid end to end, they would still not reach a conclusion.
~George Bernard Shaw

If all the sophomores who slept during lectures were laid end to end, they’d be more comfortable.
~anon

If all the girls who attended the Harvard-Yale game were laid end to end, I wouldn’t be surprised.
~Dorothy Parker

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Posted to the Grove:
The Language of “Radio-Televese”
Broadcasters have to fill up air-time, it’s their job…no ‘dead air’. The beautiful convolutions of language that result are a pleasure to behold, lovingly told here.
Short excerpt from DelanceyPlace.com
http://www.delanceyplace.com/view-archives.php?p=3023

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Prewritten for Thurs Word Games (03/24) is: bomb, waterway

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@Writers Platform:
Prewritten: tawdry, sneeze

~MissMerry: Prewritten by MissMerry

Never sure just how to dress
looking like a tall, hot mess
showing up a little late
with some guy you really shouldn’t date
seeking out some tawdry pleasure?
party drinks, expensive favors
lined out on mirrors,
poured in glasses
make us sneeze and goof like asses
sing along with all the songs
taking tokes from bubbling bongs
music pulses in your head
you laugh at every thing that’s said
It’s all good the inner voices say
make the whole world go away
except for what is here and now…
tomorrow you’ll be saying “owww”
from your hundred dollar headcold
so much fun
so much fun

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BarTalk: Good, Best and the Ugly

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Impromptu: yearning, culture

MissMerry: MM Impromptu

Irish brougue on every tongue
every bearded elder young
yearning for a culture gone
made fantastic by tales told yon
and latter day auld songs sung

Greener pastures often grow
in places we can never know
built of blarney in our heads
peoples, places, long past and dead
we live for life the fantasy sews
into our lives as we live for those
long gone, but not forgotten

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BarTalk: not-a-ku

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Quoted in the Grove:

My soul, be satisfied with flowers,
With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them
In the one garden you may call your own.
~Cyrano

I may climb perhaps to no great heights, but I will climb alone.
~Cyrano

I-I am going to be a storm-a flame-
I need to fight whole armies alone;
I have ten hearts; I have a hundred arms;
I feel too strong to war with mortals-
BRING ME GIANTS!
~Cyrano de Bergerac
Edmond Rostand

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Posted from the Grove:
Due to local festivities, this Thurs Word Games will be a briefer version of its more robust, extended self. There’s a little Irish in these veins that wants its own expression.

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A sonic hymn, primal, otherworldly
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-SwJPWySY0

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Prewritten for Thurs Word Games (03/17) is: tawdry, sneeze

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: relative and/or privilege

~MissMerry: Prewritten by MissMerry

Everything is relative they say,
all would be good
I think
if mine would go away…

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BarTalk: Corollary

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Impromptu: tube, critter

~MissMerry: MM Impromptu

Sliding silently down the silken slide to sleep
all in a dream
falling, flying
softly
fuzzy critters snuggle around your brain
wake
yawn
yes, I’m fine, thanks
close my eyes
Let’s go back to sleep

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~BarTalk: 5-7-5 x 3

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