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Quoted in the Grove:
I was not out to paint beautiful pictures; even painting good pictures was not important to me. I wanted only to help the truth burst forth.
~Alice Miller

The individual, man as a man, man as a brain, if you like, interests me more than what he makes, because I’ve noticed that most artists only repeat themselves.
~Marcel Duchamp

I don’t believe in art. I believe in artists.
~Marcel Duchamp

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Platform Favorites:

The Difference Between Open and Closed-Minded People
https://www.farnamstreetblog.com/2017/09/open-closed-minded/

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Prewritten for Thurs (10/15) @6pm PT/9 ET is: ginger, suppressant

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@Writers Platform:

Glass Table Edition:

Sabotage ~ Piffin

Champagne
Caviar
Someone else’s wife
Bespoke custom tailored
And a boot switch knife
The sax goes solo
And she goes for a line
And you go for the gents
Like it’s your last time
The door spreads open
And you step inside
The lights
And the mirrors
And the night collide
Men flex and they preen
And it’s all montage
But you slip into the rhythm
With your men’s room camouflage

The polo
And the parties
And the weeks at sea
Have got you quite accustomed
To such frank company
You nod and you smile
And you talk of sports
You wonder at the thread count
Of your neighbor’s shorts
He’s brash and he’s stupid
And he’s low and he’s ripe
He’s young
And he’s reckless
And he’s just your type
Your date
She can wait
Through your weekly sabotage
As you slide into a stall
Into your men’s room camouflage

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~Greymane: Clouded Comfort

Twisted shapes in weary eyes that whisper in the dawn
Stories told in cold disguising dreams before they’re gone
Shards of shadows calling her to leap into the void
Journeys through forgotten lands where darkness is destroyed

Somewhere in the silent light, a promise to be heard
A tale of distant memories she tells without a word
Salvation paints a crooked path to places just ahead
She begs each breath to rescue her once more before she’s dead

Dancing on the edge that crumbles laughing at her feet
She claws her way through one more day of torturous defeat
Indifference nestled safely in the promise of escape
She dances with the visions in her mind as they take shape

In wild extremes she weakly screamed her hallowed holocaust
She found herself at home before she knew that she was lost
She cuddled warm in quilted voices huddled in her bed
and prayed that she might find a place to bury them instead

She counted clouds her heart set free but tethered with demands
She followed fears she held within across the shadow lands
She listened to the silence as it whispered out her name
and found her hope had frozen on her sacrificial flame

There upon the edge of time her heart exhaled stone
She gathered all that mattered up and faced the night alone
A story told of love so cold it silenced Satan’s fire
to quench the thirsts of all the cursed voices she’d acquired

Her eyes suggested shadows she had hidden in her smile
and whispered plans of ill intent she’d sheltered all the while
She sang with aimless sirens as she rode the rising flood
and cast afloat the dreams she wrote in other people’s blood

Take me from the things of man, she laughed into the storm
and held her breath an inch from death just trying to keep warm
The tempest wrapped around her soul with tendrils made of wind
A promise made and price was paid for every sin she’d sinned

The fury wove her darkest fears in fading filigree
She cried the oceans empty but she’d never been to sea
With chaos on the water and a cyclone in her head
She prayed the darkness cool the flames before her madness spread

The icy kiss that paid for this excursion into hell
was buried deep where secrets sleep but seldom wake to tell
Escape was just a breathe away but reeking with disease
A bargain never darker struck for reasons such as these

The breath of age the years had carved so gentle on her face
The lonely song the seasons sing that led her to this place
Remembering the moments gone that echoed through the years
A symphony upon her knees she painted with her tears

The charcoal soul of bridges burned and places left behind
with silent things she dared to dream in shadows of her mind
A dance of soft and sullen cries that echoed compromise
while offering the shelter of the comfort in her eyes

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Prewritten: clouds

~Piffin: Oct 5

Autumn wakes early
Clouds of sunset starlings swarm
Fierce murmuration

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~Greymane: As Above So Billow

Another Summer afternoon with journeys in the sky while dragons chase the cotton ships that billow slowly by
We lazed upon the meadow grass and gazed up at the blue
Beneath a quilted canvass painting every point of view
Through silent misty kingdoms at the mercy of the breeze
There were pirates chasing bunnies throughout the atmospheric seas
There was every kind of everything imagination thought
Cast adrift when evening shifts to places we forgot
Beyond the blue horizon where the skies are never clear
They form before your very eyes and then they disappear

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~BarTalk: Starlings

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Quoted in the Grove:
Every man, wherever he goes, is encompassed by a cloud of comforting convictions which move with him like flies on a summer day.
~Bertrand Russell

The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.
~Edward Young

The cloud never comes from the quarter of the horizon from which we watch for it.
~Elizabeth Gaskell

EndQuote:
Revelations are found in clouds.
~Serge Kahili King

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Posted from the Grove:

25 Emotions You Feel But Can’t Explain
Brief definitions for those inexplicable moments
https://www.theodysseyonline.com/25-emotions-you-feel-but-you-cant-explain

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The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows
Comprehensive, with short video essays on many
http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/

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~Alexander Perrin: A Short Trip
Helm an old-fashioned trolley in this beguiling hand-drawn trip into yesteryear. Interactive, use Left and Right arrows to stop/go and pick up passengers
http://alexanderperrin.com.au/paper/shorttrip/

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Platform Favorites:

~Elbow: Starlings   (5:05)
Murmuration: Endlessly morphing clouds of starlings in flight (…God’s lava lamp. ~Piffin)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KGegmMWsgu8

*Bonus video: Clouds of Starlings in Murmuration to Pachelbel’s Canon (in lavenders, a rose blush and purple)

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~Bob Ross: Happy Little Clouds   (3:26)
A chirpy and cheerful Bob Ross sings a surprisingly instructive song for writers … merely substitute writing for painting terms
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YLO7tCdBVrA&utm_source

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~Joni Mitchell: Both Sides, Now   (5:45)
Clouds, love, life … illusions? The other side of a coin standing on edge
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zIYu4EHq0Lo

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Prewritten for Thurs (10/05) @6pm PT/9 ET is: Clouds
Choose from one of three videos above, or one of the opening four quotes, and make something of it … or just riff on, Clouds

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@Writers Platform:

Glass Table Edition:

Tribute Band ~ Piffin

The morning breaks and I watch the rain
Then go to bed when I’m bored with pain
It’s not the outcome that I disdain
It’s the way that it all seemed such fun
I want to be in a tribute band
I want to kill with these idle hands
I want to be one who understands
A thing or two that I’ve done
I heard a song on the radio
I heard a song on the radio, once
I heard a song on the radio
On the radio, once
I forget how it goes

I had a notion to cut the strings
Then I got caught up in other things
I hear the church bell, the song it sings
And recall when it used to ring true
I need to go where the wild things grow
I need to know what the wild things know
I need to know that the end of this show
Won’t be one more cold, “Who are you?”
I heard a song on the radio
I heard a song on the radio, once
I heard a song

I heard a song

I want to be in a tribute band

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~Greenie: DREAMING with DJ Dreamz
Tune in this evening (Sunday: 7-10pm ET) to RCZ Radio
http://rczradio.com
Text Greenie (DJ Dreamz) your request; kick back, enjoy your music being featured online

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Prewritten: outlaw, tantalize

~Greymane: untitled

She swore she’d have a privileged life of upper crusted ease
She’d tempt the boys with curvy parts to tantalize and tease
She made her way to riches on the backs of those she hurt
She’s not so much an outlaw as a greedy extrovert

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~BarTalk: joor + 4 ku

 

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Impromptu: 6 Word Story

My goal is to drown clean.
~Heartou

I am knowing joy this day…
~Greenie

“She hoped the dress wouldn’t rip”
~Piffin

I thought I could protect her.
~Greymane

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*Clouds of Starlings in Murmuration to Pachelbel’s Canon
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eakKfY5aHmY&list=PLRB748y2CvFM1rDNuHZtfNfzehNsftLcx

 

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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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Quoted in the Grove:

There will be times when the tide is high and the boat may be rocky, you can cry but never give up.
~Shaggy

A man isn’t poor if he can still laugh.
~Raymond Hitchcock

Life does not have to be perfect to be wonderful.
~Annette Funicello

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Posted from the Grove:

Jung-Briggs Typology Test
Curious about who you are?
http://humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp

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…and the reason you are the way you are.

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Platform Favorites:

~Joydrop: beautiful (4:01)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9qcm6QB1KwY

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Prewritten for Thurs (08/24) @6pm PT/9 ET is: And they boarded, two by two

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: thong, gallivant

~Greymane: Keys

She painted skies with fireflies that feed upon the stars
Her thin mirage of camouflage was hungrier than ours
She’d gallivant recalcitrant to voices all along
A seven leveled lunacy in fishnets and a thong
Trapped beneath the bloody teeth that gnaw on her disease
She found a way to break away when words became her keys
She formed her path from promised light of rainbowed monochrome
She sculpted her reality and made a way back home

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~BarTalk: thong u ver’ much

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Impromptu: ditch, sundae or Sunday

~MissMerry: MM Impromptu

Enjoyed the sundae
Chocolate, whipped cream, sprinkles, nuts
then I ditched the date

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~Greymane: Impromptu

Bust a stitch bitchin’ by the side of the road
Sunday seems headed to hell
Flipped the switch ditchin’ my last overload
on the way to my final farewell

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~BarTalk: Journal Entry: Weekend

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Quoted in the Grove:

Explorers have to be ready to die lost.
~Russell Hoban

There is no forgiveness in nature.
~Ugo Betti

There’s nothing that cleanses your soul like getting the hell kicked out of you.
~Woody Hayes

EndQuote:
The only easy day was yesterday.
~Clint Black

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Platform Favorites: The Bluesy Course of Love Edition

~Iyeoka: Simply Falling   (3:57)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Pes54J8PVw

~Mazzy Star: Fade Into You   (4:54)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-uJ61jgFCMM

Miley Cyrus: Wrecking Ball   (3:41)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=My2FRPA3Gf8

~Leonard Cohen: Love Itself   (5:34)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vxyqhyhSEXc

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Prewritten for Thurs (08/17) @6pm PT/9 ET is: thong, gallivant

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: a painting — Consulting the Oracle
~John William Waterhouse

 

John William Waterhouse Consulting the Oracle 1884

 

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~Piffin: “Sidelined”

Collecting rare iniquities and spirits in revolt
Some instinct that I sidelined says it’s time to consult
The Oracle of Delphi
Or that bible on the shelf I
Haven’t read myself
In far too long

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~Greymane: Visions

I sought the ancient oracle the day before I cared
She called on answers breathing past the veil
She spoke of darker futures come to catch me unprepared
Assuring me my chances to prevail

I asked of things from in between I might should quite avoid
She whispered visions painted on my past
The silence I had placed between the things I had destroyed
had promised they would set me free at last

She said my deeper demons loved the sound of my defeat
and to never let them wander on their own
Beyond that day I’ve always felt a little incomplete
My cries a little closer to the bone

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~BarTalk: Whether Forecast

 

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Impromptu: jazz band

~Piffin: “Captain Templeton Poole”

Fans spin slowly
On a Sunday afternoon
Barkeep
Eleven men
A storied room
Photos on the mirror
Catch a breeze and sway
Black and white bombshell
Enola Gay
Ice and bottles
In a metal pail
Out on the tarmac
Crash sirens wail
Fans spin slowly
To men running out the door
Rescue truck races by
A tumbler hits the floor
The barkeep freezes
And she whispers a name
The jazz band on the juke box
Keeps time just the same

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~Greymane: Jazz Band .. I strayed ..

Contrition bathed her destiny in distance she had mined
She painted things she barely knew but stayed within the lines
She stood upon the stage alone in gossamer and white
She left her heart on darkened stages every Autumn night
Complacent in decision on the corner of unsure
She danced a lil fancy stuff a little premature
She rattled things from in between the corners of too far
She sang a soft piano while she puffed her fat cigar
The music takes a hold of her harmonically consumed
Haunting fancy smoky rooms melodically entombed

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~MissMerry: Jazz band

Twisting turning
needing burning
the keys keep making that fine sound

Loving needing
panting pleading
I think I may keep you around

Jazz band playing
dancing, swaying
the drum – and my heart – starts to pound.

Embracing cavorting
Let’s go, we’re transporting
to a virtual home in a magical town.

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~Jessalee: jazz band

albeit that there was a tip hat,
the mood intensely festive.
and though ignored, folks filled the floor
in a mob that as very impressive.

finger snapped as they tapped their feet
and shoulders swooned too and fro,
trying to place the big band era beat
and forgetting where they had to go.

silence fell and emotions still stirred
awaiting the next merry tune
when swiftly they heard a lone note, without word
and not a moment too soon

a trumpet, sad and slow, in classic refrain-
and at the risk of sounding corny-
they searched their pockets and parted with change
everyone now feeling quite horny

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~BarTalk: Syncopated Jazz

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