| laugh, humid, salute, chosen, (made) house calls. |
| impair, throat, awhile, sporty, fiddle, ornery, try his hand at it.
Image from the Internet.
The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
Comments are welcomed!
Do not explicitly reveal any of the actual answer words until after closing time, but embedding them surreptitiously in comment sentences is encouraged.
10 comments:
FLN: Wilbur, I don't think you realize our Misty is the "Margie" Margot you referred to.
The interstellar station caters to each race.
From an arid dessert to a humid jungle place.
For a laugh you can visit the octopoid army base
See them salute with three tentacles to their face!
Altho I was abducted, I sort-of like it here.
Also I was chosen to continue my career.
I make enough in station credits, I am set.
I could buy a trip to Earth, but rather not just yet.
I spend some time at the casino, not a lot.
I am very careful not too much funds to drop.
If the house calls in a loan, rumor is they break a leg,
Except the Centipedians. Them they only beg.
(We visited the interstellar station 7/5/19 and 8/29/19.)
Jeb had laryngitis, and couldn't sing a lick.
It did impair his throat to even hum a bit.
But he was set to sing at the hoedown Friday night,
If this 'gitis stayed awhile, it would be a plight!
Now Uncle Clem was real sporty with his fiddle.
He claimed it was a trophy that he won from the Devil!
He could make it sound as if a voice was coming forth.
And he offered to teach Jeb a condensed fiddle course.
Now Jeb was an ornery sort, and wouldn't take a chance.
But his banjo playing would not suffice for the dance.
So he said he'd try his hand at it, and learned it real quick.
But his 'gitis went away, so he didn't need the trick!
Owen ~ Thank you, sir! A couple of fine Sunday poems to start Jumble's busiest day.
How're you feeling? Surely you don't have laryngitis too.
I imagine you more like a triple-threat Jeb, able not just on the banjo, but already adept on the fiddle, and a real song bird as well!
And how 'bout dancin' up a storm while you're at it?!
Solutions:
"I've been practicing my thees and thous. All's well whether we're on the ground or in the sky."
-- That's what the Philadelphia detective said when the pilot told him they might not have enough fuel to follow the cop's quarry to the other side of Amish land.
"So we'll fly as planned in it, this old crate. She'll do just fine!"
~ OMK
No clues here, but addressing another theme altogether:
Shelter-Skelter
What can we do to make the hours go by?
COVID's like a prison term, but possibly worse
For we can’t tell whether we may die,
Or be redeemed and freed. If this poor verse
Does any good, let it serve in place of prayer,
Not to the gods, but to Time, whose endless days
May yield us mercy. Please end this viral affair,
Or lead us to a worthier use of our long malaise.
Teach us now to apply ourselves to the chores
That need be done, and not to fritter away
This chance. Every post and gag and missive wars
With the major to-do duties of the day.
Grant us the dignity--Please!--when we’ve finished our tasks
To meet and greet our friends again, unmasked.
~ OMK
So happy to see you back poetizing, Owen. I especially enjoyed both the j6 jumble and your poem about it. A pun I truly liked and laughed at, and a Jeb who's an amazingly quick study on the fiddle!
Owen, you just totally amazed me this morning--first with that great poem on the crossword blog and then with two more lovely poems here. I get the second cartoon in my paper, and your second poem is just a treat. It's wonderful to see you in such great shape with your terrific talents.
Speaking of which, O'Man Keith, here you too are a wonderful poet, it turns out, even though until now I didn't know it. But your prayer for the end of our COVID crisis is lovely--thank you so much for that too.
And, Owen, thank you for keeping track of my identities!
Thank you, dear Misty, for the recognition and high compliments.
I sat on this one for a few days, testing different words & phrasing.
The process increased my respect for Owen y Mowren who turns out so many--and saddles himself with the burden of clue words as well. And I appreciate Wilbur as almost as prolific.
I need more time, I find, and a freer hand to come up with something I don't find embarrassing.
A few more words.
I am not a poet, not ordinarily, but I am in tremendous awe before good poetry.
I am not a fan of much recent non-structured verse. My aim (I find) is to use a successful form from the past and to stick to it as closely as I can.
That seems to be the lowest bar, although it is tough enough, way too easy to trip over.
Another aim is to only write an idea that would be worth stating in prose, to use poetry as an "intensifier." And finally, I like a conversational voice that would sound true even if the reader didn't know it was in verse. I have a hunch the great poets did that--and that they only sound formal or stilted to us because people spoke so differently back then.
~ OMK
I just couldn't grok the riddle-solution solution of the 6*6. I thought the Y had to be in the four letter word. And the H would be used elsewhere.
FLN, Owen I have been referring to "Margie" before. She has a work on "Beasts" and I used that seemingly cleverly.
I do have enormous respect for her many publications. Joyce was in that coterie, some would refer to as the Paris set, that brought an entirely new style to poetry and prose.
Tolkien revived the epic style and lo and behold, Ballantine Books republished LOTR and it became immensely popular and profitable.
Because of sloppy copyright laws pirate editions existed in the 50s. Also, like others of his set, Tolkien embedded things that the Secret Service felt very proprietary about. fe. The character Strider being an anagram of Stevenson known as Intrepid.
WC
Owen and OMK have bountifully supplied us with excellent poetry so Wilbur will take the day off.
WC
Many thanks for your discussion of your poetry challenges, Ol'Man Keith.
And we'll look forward to your poem tomorrow, Wilbur.
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