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Quoted in the Grove:
A marriage is no amusement but a solemn act, and generally a sad one.
~Queen Victoria

I feel sure that no girl would go to the altar if she knew all.
~Queen Victoria

I shall die a bachelor!
~Queen Christina

EndQuote:
Grief is the price we pay for love.
~Queen Elizabeth II

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Posted in the Grove:

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Prewritten for Thurs Word Games (08/25): audience, reflection

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: clandestine, mugwort

~MissMerry: Prewritten by MM

The mugwort sitting sweating in the old Toyota next to me in traffic suddenly started waving a folded magazine, flailing about frantically, she then smacked the dash and ended a bees small life. Then my mind began to wander…

If my days were ended suddenly
I’d have this one request
If I could but come back to be
what some consider a pest

the complicated life I have lived
-thoughts delving into the existential
I would rather return as one
thought to be almost inconsequential

I’d love to fly with paper thin wings
landing on petals so perfectly made
gathering pollen, nectar and sweets
seeking out each floral glade

a life devoid of “good” or “evil”
not clandestine or seductive
a life full of purpose
every action productive

to awake with the dawn
and guide flights with the sun
covered in pollen as I gather
the next season blooms by what I have done

My life would be short
– never meant to last
just living for the flowers
would be a blast

Flying free and doing nothing but good-
Unless I happened across that lady in the Toyota…
I would end it all just to sting her ass.
I’m just saying.

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~BarTalk: Recipe for 1

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Impromptu: charity, helmet

~Greenie: Onward

With a modicum of moderation
not without much frustration
With a torch of illumination
onward without a hesitation

Helmets borne with perspiration
set forth to march in bifurcation
Charity filled hearts in exhaltation
Respect the basis for their dedication

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~MissMerry: MM Impromptu

The finest charity
and hardest to do –
giving myself a day
far away

The helmet drops
hair tossed free
I might be almost
far away

Cooling pipes, tick tick tick
jacket drapes the seat
lie on the grass
far away

The smell of leather
in the warm sun
as I enjoy just being
far away

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~BarTalk: feud

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Quoted in the Grove:
If I’d been a housemaid I’d have been the best in Australia — I couldn’t help it. It’s got to be perfection for me.
~Nellie Melba

The artist who aims at perfection in everything achieves it in nothing.
~Eugene Delacroix

Perfectionists are their own devils.
~Jack Kirby

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Posted to the Grove:

F Minus
by Tony Carillo

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Prewritten for Thurs Word Games (08/18): clandestine, mugwort

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: libido, sepulcher

~MissMerry: Prewritten by MM

Our thoughts drift back toward old Camelot
wishing for simpler times
but our dragons are real
and we all have to deal
and we can’t fix this without more hard times.

We know Arthur won’t be here to help us
He lies cold in his sepulcher bier
but if Merlin’s blue speedo
could arouse some libido
perhaps laughter would dispel the fear.

The Jester’s been appointed as Ruler
and the Court thinks it’s all very droll
It may not seem like it is such a bad thing
but the Jester is really a Troll.

He says “Change all our money to oak leaves,
then money will grow on the trees:
Each fall we will find ourselves bankrupt
as we scramble for cash on our knees.

Our arms-makers keep cranking out rockets
while our armies are marching on sand
It is all orchestrated by bankers
with the courtiers’ short hairs in hand.

If we ever get out of this muddle
we may find ourselves outcast and alone
the world has seen past our obsessions
and we soon will have to atone.

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~Piffin: August 11

My love was a sexual sulker
A less than lascivious skulker
Libido be dammed
My clam has been slammed
This chastity belt its sepulcher

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BarTalk: pronouncement / not-a-ku

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Impromptu:
Topic: ancient history
Prompts: torture, cotton candy

~Piffin: “Bones”

There are rivers with bones at the bottom
Of people who will never be known
There are livers in bars
That followed dark stars
And will never find their way home
There’s a circus on the edge of the Badlands
Where dreams fall like kittens through glass
They serve cotton candy
And romance run randy
As ink on a runaway’s ass
There’s a history there in the sunset
That bleeds like all sunsets before
In torturous silence
It speaks of the violence
That all of our forefather’s wore
Like badges of cadence and conquest
Like bibles writ on human skin
Like the smoke of a war
Manifest shore to shore
That none of us will ever win
There’s a spark in the eye of all primates
A lust for a heft and a hone
There are rivers with bones at the bottom
Of people who will never be known

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~MissMerry: MM Impromptu

It’s all ancient history
all memories owned by just me
Like cotton candy wrapped shit
makes you just want to quit
…then you learn how to set yourself free.

click.

‘smile

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~BarTalk: 2 + 1

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Quoted in the Grove:
It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it.
~Anais Nin

For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity or perception to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: intoxication.
~Nietzsche

The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this.
~William Wordsworth

EndQuote:
We must not allow other people’s limited perceptions to define us.
~Virginia Satir

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Prewritten for Thurs Word Games – 08/11: libido, sepulcher

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: spindle, frail

~Dharmie: PW for 8/4

She continued her later days way up in the tower sitting on her frail wooden bench that had been in the family for years, weaving and creating with yarn, spindles, and the love she had in her heart for her late husband, Charlie.

At 87 years old, Nancy felt both fulfilled and that her life had held meaning.

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~BarTalk: book ’em

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Impromptu: chaos, pipe

~MissMerry: MM Impromptu

An ember glows red
smoke curls in twisting spirals
chaos drifts away.

Outside my bubble
the world distantly rumbles
Is there some cake left?

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~Piffin: “Angelingus”

Those boys
With their engines ‘tween their legs
Those boys
With their engines ‘tween their legs
Those boys
With their engines ‘tween their legs
On a hot summer night
Don’t do it
They don’t do it
For me
Those girls with their pipes chock full o’ regs
Those girls
With their garden party kegs
Those girls
Shape novenas into begs
When they’re down on their knees
When they’re down on their knees
Let it be
Diddle diction
Interdiction
Cunning chaos
Liquid licktion
Spittle spelling
My affliction
Fact my fiction
Heal my sicktion
Tock my ticktion
Tock my ticktion
‘Splosion
Glee

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~BarTalk: Two not-a-ku

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