| || acute, honey, coerce, jovial, carve a niche.
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.
Now the Reverend Hallelujah Jones,
ReplyDeleteHis preaching hits you right at home!
He preaches at you where you sits,
Gives you an acute case of fits!
His words are honey when he talks of Jesus,
Who can wash your sins, however grievous!
Whatever mood the message needs,
From jovial to fire-brand screeds!
When he calls for sinners to come forth
He doesn't try to coerce or force.
But in your heart he will carve a niche
And as a conscience, there he'll sit!
In Hinduism, one's destiny--and particularly how one may fare in a future incarnation--is determined by one's present choices & deeds.
ReplyDeleteThis concept has been so popularized (& misunderstood) in the West that it has been applied to everything from short stories by O. Henry to the fate of the Manson girls.
Indeed, it has become a kind of karma kitsch.
~ OMK
Sounds like Hallelujah Jones functions on the time capsule--or "timed release"--principle.
ReplyDeleteGuilt ready-to-flare!
We had a terribly posh, ultra-suave Presbyterian minister who operated like that.
Come to think of it, I suppose every religion has front men like that.
Seems to be a thang with 'em.
~ OMK
I had one of my toughest mornings today--trouble with the crossword puzzle, didn't even try the Diabolical Sudoku, and still haven't gotten the Kenken, something I can generally always count on. So I was feeling pretty down and needed some good luck, and Woohoo! I got this fun Jumble without a moment's hesitation--all four words and the delightful solution. Loved the cartoon (hey, I taught 5th grade at a Catholic school when I was only 18), and your poem pays a nice tribute to all the words and the solution. So, my morning has been saved, thanks to the Jumble and the blog.
ReplyDeleteMeant to say "Owen's poem."
ReplyDeleteI don't know about the other pzls, Misty (which I consider lesser forms ['cuz I can't hack 'em]), but I'll bet you'll fare better with the crossword after you give it a bit of a rest.
ReplyDeleteYou had such success yesterday it may bring you a spill-over effect today.
~ OMK
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PS. Did you try rubbing a Prevagen on the page?
Today must be Friday. Don't think it's getting easier tomorrow. I often have success when I go back to a xword after walking away.
ReplyDelete#3 today was un-grok-able. I solved all the Tue-Fri earlier and when I looked at my xw insert there was #3 blank plus the riddle-solution. Four vowels, alwSys trouble
But I finally got it.
Can you mix Prevagen and caffeine? Wasn't there a note on the CC about LSD prescriptions? That's a joke ma'am!!
WC
Hmmmm, well, Prevagen is a capsule with white powder inside. Could be spread on a crossword puzzle. I'll think about it when I get to that Saturday bear tomorrow. Saturdays are so tough, I often don't even bother to check in with the blog. But there's always hope.
ReplyDeleteMisty, I solved it already, there's no hope. But, as I recall the constructor does give footholds so perhaps with some perspicacity you may prevail.
ReplyDeleteI glanced at it one morning, came back and inked a few answers, left came back, did a little more and finally got the last few clues.
I was a little surprised at the FIR . Assuming I did.
I'll try for a poem later.
WC
Wilbur ~ Looking back at my earlier post, I see I didn't follow through on my motto re. "Guilt."
ReplyDeleteIn honor of your expertise, I should have made the rhyme clearer by saying,
"Not prêt à porter, ready-to-wear, but prêt à tirer, ready-to-flare."
~ OMK
The incognito knight could not be coerced this day
ReplyDeleteThough the pouty Prince John liked to have his way
But the jovial Prior Aymer with honeyed phrases
Cajoled and flattered, singing princely praises.
Isaac from acute despair now let out a sigh of relief
For it was he who'd rashly put horse and armor in fief
But the Palmer turned knight had carved himself a niche
And the spoils of the lists would make the young man rich.
WC
OMK, I didn't get your 646 post. I liked the French.
ReplyDeleteI've left an hiatus from the time Isaac and the Palmer retire from the hall and the strange knight un-horses the Normans including Sir Brian de Bois de Boulogne.
Sir Brian left to sulk in his tent. But tomorrow is another day. And, I left my newspaper insert with Saturdays jumble and xword; completed but forgotten.
WC
Wilbur, your poem is a terrific gloss on today's Jumble. All the words and solution are right there, and nice to see Isaac in a good mood.
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