| || plaid, usher, medley, agency, up and "ad" 'em.
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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.
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Telemarketers are the bane of phones
They'll call you whether out or home.
They'll ply you from their medley of pitches,
Offering services to usher out your riches.
From boiler rooms across the globe
Their plans and ploys they crassly unfold.
In plaid shirts and khaki pants, they pose
As honest agency men, in bespoke clothes.
On the internet, now too, they lurk.
From phishing lures to spammy murk.
They'll find folk's e-ddresses, and then
Fire up their 'puters to send ads @ 'em!
Another neat one, Owen. I love the telemarketer 's uniform! I never saw them dressed....
You know how some ants live their whole lives on nothing but crumbs?
Bread crumbs, cake crumbs, any kind of crumbs....
One day, Ol' Adam Ant saw his pal, Charlie, looking not-so-hot.
He says to him, "Hey, Chaz, 'sup, a bad crumb?!"
~ OMK
"Fancy Event"
She decided she'd best avoid plaid
In order to look well clad.
She dressed fast, like a rusher,
And impressed the usher
When she finally arrived
In good time, readily,
For the opening medley
Of an evening of glee,
Paid by her agency.
And the joyful mayhem
Had her "up and at em."
Woohoo & Whoopee
for Calliope Misty!
Our own poetess
has leapt from the nest.
No longer in denial,
her skill's not on trial.
She knows how
--& shows now
--just what to do.
Whoopee & Woohoo!
~ OMK
You cracked me up, Ol'Man Keith--had to laugh out loud. Thanks!
Hello! Did someone say blank verse is hard?
Of all the types of verse we have at hand
The one that I find easiest to write
Must be the one that Shakespeare used. Of all
The forms, it most approximates the voice
Of English speakers. Try to talk in prose;
You cannot do it.
. . . . . . . . . See, I told you so!
~ OMK
This is a weird story, but I really have a problem seeing a coherent narrative that uses all the words in a jumble.
The usher, dressed in plaid, a medley bold
Of green and blue, was up and at my hem,
While soon the agent, seeing guilt, came up
Also and took from me the gem it hid.
Yes,the stolen jewel was sewn into the hem of my skirt! How ever did they know?
Great poetry this morning. Re. Blank verse I had a paean to a deceased loved one. Did I post this?
He was a most congenial man.
A sign of welcome in his smile and voice.
Coming into his presence the cacophonous din
Of negative emotions and false fears
Would fade away in the walking meditation session
That was Raymond,
That most congenial man.
He was a helpful, giving and generous man.
"What can I do for you?" beckoned to those
Whose needs and fears, like the slush and ice of a
Nasty, New England day, melted in the warmth
Of that open, charming smile of
That most congenial man.
And most of all he was a loving man.
Not just for those closest to him in life. But for those, too, having the yearning need of love;
Having only a paucity of human kindness to enrich their lives.
Any and all would instantly be embraced by the spirit
That was Raymond.
Loving husband, giving father or faithful friend.
And what of that spirit today?
That warm, generous and loving spirit that
We so cherished and relied on while he walked and talked and smiled;
Who, today, can bring such warmth
And make us so comfortable and secure?
Let us never forget, in our moments of doubt or depression,
That we who knew and loved this man, have only to
Look up to the clouds to see his siloutte and hear his voice saying "Live!". Then let us all
Recall our fondest memories of this special, this remarkable,
THIS MOST CONGENIAL MAN
I know you thought it awkward, Sandy, but your foray into blank verse is really quite a success. Brava!
Its "weirdness" just adds to its mystique.
Mostly in iambic pentameter, it gained from the inclusion of a trochee in the final line.
Blank verse can get a tad monotonous (as my example proved), so it often gains from internal variation--trochees, anapests, and dactyls as the usual change-ups.
~ OMK
A wonderful paean, Wilbur.
And a terrific tribute & sharing of your impressions of a loving, caring man.
Thank you for posting it.
(I vote for "free verse" rather than blank. Yes, there are several five-beat lines, but they don't anchor the piece. It is really quite free--and the theme is impressionistic, one of the favorite elements of free verse.)
~ OMK
Thurs: sixty, slant, poetic, global, tell-"tail"
Friday: Plaid,Usher,Medley,Agency;Up and ad em.
Richard was a veteran of global strife and siege war
Here leading a medley with Locksley and Cedric to the fore.
The agency employed was a makeshift bridge oer the moat
Followed by sixty doughty men with yells at their throats.
DeBracy and Sir Brian strove to usher their men in defense
But the tell-tale twine of greenwood bows was too intense.
"Beauseant" the Templar called, you must trust us
Then the red flag rose, the castle afire was only poetic justice.
"Up and at em", was Locksley's shout above the fierce melee
And there on the highest turret was Ulfried cackling with glee.
Meanwhile inside the castle , Wamba the cunning fool
Had a different slant on his plight. Banging on a stool
Shaking his plaid cap'n bells to divert the guard's attention
He was out of the dungeon with Athelstane avoiding apprehension
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