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Quoted in the Grove:
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, old Time is still a-flying.
And this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying.
~Robert Herrick

You have to say, I will wither if I don’t do it, I’ll die if I don’t do it. It has to be that big of a determination, that much of a need.
~Joan Chen

When you have a dream you’ve got to grab it and never let go.
~Carol Burnett

EndQuote:
There comes a time in a man’s life when to get where he has to go – if there are no doors or windows, he walks through a wall.
~Bernard Malamud

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Posted from the Grove:

~Piffin: Egyptians
(A short story online by, Embrialla Chase, our Piffin)
http://www.blithe.com/bhq8.4/8.4.10.html

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Platform Favorites:

Young, ready for love, reaching for it…
~Milla: Gentleman Who Fell   (3:55)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fQ_I_aWsaRM

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…the world-weary poet bowing out of the game
~Leonard: Leaving The Table   (3:47)
http://www.npr.org/event/music/552045365/watch-a-heartbreakingly-beautiful-tribute-to-leonard-cohen?utm_source

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…and a spirit world where disparate love enters the æther to live
~Bjork: The Gate (6:49)
https://youtu.be/_n0Ps1KWVU0

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Prewritten for Thurs (09/28) @6pm PT/9 ET is: tantalize, outlaw

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: Two of Three: forage, petition, clandestine

~Piffin: “Lavender

Through prayer now, I forage
Adrift in this moorage
Celestials
Dance brightly to the call
Of humble petition
To change my condition
From vacancy
To climbing up the wall
Juggling life with blurry hands
None free to hold a drink
I toss a coin
Before it lands
There’s just one thought I think:
Will life be baby blue
Or petal pink?

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~Greymane: Saturday

It came without a warning on a morning like the rest
We almost thought the devil wouldn’t show
Coastal states were sinking while the ocean took the west
and they crumbled from the rumble down below
The Antichrist was dancing on the tail of the beast
amused by all the chaos there would be
Trumpets singing sorrows on the tabernacle feast
in a symphony of cold clandestiny
The planet in the burning sky that tore at fearful Earth
Gilded flaming ignorance with chains
The virgin clothed in Sun upon the Moon has given birth
as we forage for a bit of what remains

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~BarTalk: Shotgun Wed

 

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09.14.17 ~ collide, surrender
~Greymane: Prewritten XVI

Rider on a pale horse
A raven in the night
Hooves across a battered bridge that chase the fading light

A golden beam illuminating
Chasing as they ride
They’re closer to surrender at the edge where they collide

Enlightening the paths ahead with Darkness close behind
The Light discovered shadows grow no matter how he shined
Becoming one another where they start to interweave
the Darkness found that shadows die when light decides to leave

They realized resulting from what keeps them both alive
depended on assuring that the other would survive
If one consumed the other then they both would disappear
They agreed to chase each other for another billion years

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Quoted in the Grove:
You do not notice changes in what is always before you.
~Colette

I love my past, I love my present. I am not ashamed of what I have had, and I am not sad because I no longer have it.
~Colette

It’s so curious: one can resist tears and ‘behave’ very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer … and everything collapses.
~Colette

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Platform Favorites:  …because some music ages gracefully, never gets old

~Mr. Acker Bilk: Stranger On The Shore   (2:57)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8QXiSBeP0jQ

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~Glenn Miller & his Orchestra: Moonlight Serenade   (3:23)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8TB_8H23EDI

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~Nat King Cole: That Sunday, That Summer (3:10)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5CHeY89T8Gg

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Prewritten for Thurs (09/14) @6pm PT/9 ET is: collide, surrender

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: tongue, rust

~Piffin: “Pixie Rust, Part Two

Tongue

Don’t stray
Don’t drift
Don’t

Tongue

Don’t lick my lip
My

Tongue

I can tackle a quip
Sneak a look at her hip
If I keep my teeth zipped
On

Tongue

Her thighs
Her bust
Her

Tongue

Like pixie rust
Her

Tongue

It calls to me
It calls to me
It calls to me and my

Tongue

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~BarTallk: Sublimations

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Impromptu: drops, crash

~Greymane: ku

desert drop gone wrong
rusty van crashed in the dunes
cold teenage lovers

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~MissMerry: MM Impromptu

A quiet night on the town
a short drink in hand
a smile from a handsome face
“would you like to dance”
another drink
another dance
and another of each…
“Let’s get a cab”
We are alone
standing at the end of a trail of clothing
another drink
another dance
the music sexy, something Brazilian I think
our thighs brush as we sway,
breasts to chest
he sweeps me away
I feel the crash of the drums in my head
the blood in my body hums as we move
touching, tasting, moving
reaching the peak
we tumble into a panting heap
so so nice…
dressing, gather up my things…
closing the door as I leave
tear drops on my cheek
I did not get his name….

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~BarTalk: not-a-ku

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Quoted in the Grove:

Man must feel the earth to know himself and recognize his values… God made life simple. It is man who complicates it.
~Charles Lindbergh

An idea is an eye given by God for the seeing of God. Some of these eyes we cannot bear to look out of; we blind them as quickly as possible.
~Russell Hoban

A God who let us prove his existence would be an idol.
~Dietrich Bonhoeffer

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Posted from the Grove:

How to say no without ever saying ‘no’
http://thecooperreview.com/how-to-say-no-without-saying-no

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11 Untranslatable Words From Other Languages
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/ella-frances-sanders/11-untranslatable-words-f_b_3817711.html

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Platform Favorites: Songs addressed to God and not about hymn

~Genesis: Afterglow (4:08)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s3uA6CZRTmw

 

~Alanis Morissette: Everything (3:29)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C6kLbDHu0yc

 

~Kris Kristofferson: The Pilgrim, Chapter 33 (3:12)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2MWwRwhmGfE

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Prewritten for Thurs (09/07) @6pm PT/9 ET is: tongue, rust

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: haunting, extent

~Greymane: untitled

The extent of the illusion clouded veils on their hope
that was haunted by the moments yet to come
They built a hall of mirrors with a cracked kaleidoscope
until the truth could not remember where it’s from

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~BarTalk: Going Campy

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Prewritten 08.24  …and they entered two by two

~Greymane: The Ark that Never Came

Painted signs across the sky to warn of what’s to come
They hid the truth behind a lie that left the world numb
Divided from the so much more they tell us isn’t there
The fabric of the lie has torn with every vacant prayer
Between the truth and what we know there stands a wall of ice
The answers frozen in the snowy frigid paradise
They say we spin eternal on a ball through empty space
The beacons blaze nocturnal to deceive the human race
The moon beneath the Virgin’s feet while shrouded with the sun
The trumpets blowing bittersweet for winter has begun

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~BarTalk: All ‘Board

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Impromptu: swallow, trash

~Piffin: “Taxi Cab, St. Mark’s Place”

Dime novel pages
Brick of hash, quart of booze
Dime store lipstick
And stiletto fuck-me shoes
Street lamp corner
Taxi cab, summer rain
Head against the window
And again
And again
You think
All this trash
All these treasure maps to follow
Windblown cash
And another pill to swallow
A spoonful of sugar
A spoonful of brown
Life is just bitter enough
To make the medicine go down

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~Greymane: Trash Day

Storm before we voyage home
The rain against the glass
Rusty shackles dipped in chrome adorning social class
Distant past the furthest shore
Too steep for hope to climb
The ever feeding carnivore
Consuming breath of Time
Escape across the broken sky on wings of tattered plans
They circled all their wagons in their cloudy caravans
They wrapped intent in promises that swallowed silent pride
The trash man comes on Wednesday and he empties what’s inside

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~BarTalk: not-a-ku, a single triple shot

 

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