| | toxic, tardy, entity, busily, artistic bent.
| clench, vendor, format, wicker, radius, extent, were lovestruck.
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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
Comments are welcomed! And couching them in Poetry is definitely NOT required.
Do not explicitly reveal any of the actual answer words until after closing time, but embedding them surreptitiously in comment sentences is encouraged.
14 comments:
They surely were. I enjoy puns that have both a literal and a figurative meaning.
A couple of the clues gave me some problems, but not for long too long.
You know, this solution makes me wonder if, in fact, it carries some etymological accuracy. Idioms stem from all sorts of sources, after all!
That was me, Sandyanon
I wonder how I knew it was you all the time, Sandy!?
I'm not sure I follow your drift. Do you think maybe lovers in olden days might have been literally hit, as by a blow, or a dart of some kind?
Maybe like in those old non-PC cartoons that depicted a caveman dragging his "conquest" by her hair after knocking her out with his big club?
J6:
"Love Stuck?"
Clenching the arms of his white wicker chair,*
the vendor of chocolates half rose to his feet.
"That's my price, sir," he yelled at who dared
to challenge the extent of his control of the Street.
The Street of St. Valentine, where candy hearts are sold
in pound weights and formats for which every fair dame
dreamed that her beau would pay out in gold
to validate his love. In no other lane,
in no other shop, in the radius of a furlong
would a buyer succeed in securing a heart
so filled to overflowing avec truffe et bonbon.
The seller knew he alone was the master of this mart.
By entering ye dreams of youth and romance
commercial expansion of capital doth finance.
~ OMK
I'm sorry, but unless someone sends in a snapshot of it from their newspaper, we'll never know what today's J4 cartoon looks like. My source website is offline, and I spent the night when I should have been writing poems in a vain search for some other source.
Vulcan at his forge within the mountain,
Where toxic fumes uprose like a fountain,
Busily wrought swords and plows for men,
And with artistry bent filigree with gems.
These adorned the shes among the gods,
Outshone in beauty only by their bods!
Goddesses who were always running tardy,
Debating which jewels were opulent or gaudy.
Short and lame and ugly Vulcan yet was skilled,
Which won the entity whose heart he thrilled!
For he wived the lovely Venus, Divine Love,
And they gave birth to Cupid, you've heard of.
"Sweet Day"
Harry and Mary were love-struck,
they clucked like a dove and a duck.
Their hands they would clench
as they sat on their bench,
their feelings so tender
their hearts a love-vendor.
They never did bicker,
sitting close on their wicker.
Their passion never tedious,
moving on the same radius,
to the greatest extent
full of loving intent.
He left gifts on her door-mat,
she bought books in his format.
Loving thanks they now say:
"Happy Valentine's Day"
No, OMK, I just meant that the current idiom might stem from ancient Greek beliefs about the gods,one god in particular.
The wicker worker wound the willow withes
Into a chair seat to be worth its price.
With the radius of a buttock, to fit a tuchus
Whose extent when clenched did not exceed a bus's.
The vendor who would later vend the chair
Might try to change the format here and there.
Sell a pair entangled as a love-seat,
They were thus a striking conversation piece!
Sorry, Owen, that it's been such a slog for you.
Fortunately, the extra labor doesn't seem to have dimmed the brilliance of your poetry. Two very fine entries today!
I'm afraid I don't know of a site to see the J4.
It's a shame, as the cartoon might give support for the solution.
"Bar District Gent"
The toxic effect of the alcohol would ruin the end of his leave.
He'd resisted all but that last cocktail, the one they called the "Iced Tea."
Now he was busily chatting and dancing and telling crude jokes to his pals, but
trying to work out the poisons he knew were inside and that mustn't be seen around gals.
He'd be tardy reporting to base in the morning, but that would only earn the guardhouse.
The main thing was to hide the entity inside, the Souse he called the "Great Louse."
~ OMK
Erratum
Eliminate "but" at the end of line 3 in my last poem @11:36.
Owen, loved your Venus/Cupid Valentine's Day poem.
And I also loved the way you put a satirical twist into your Valentine poem, Ol' Man Keith.
And then, of course, there's old sentimental Misty. (Missing her sweet Rowland especially on days like this).
My goodness, "...old sentimental Misty" really comes into her own on Valentine's Day! Your happy ending is perfectly suited to the occasion, but what I really admired was the propulsion of your rhythm, the steady beat of today's poem.
Plus I got a wonderful mental picture of the two "cluck"-ing on their bench. Thank you!
And Happy Valentine's Day to you too!
Another adjustment, folks: Not more errata but a change to the end of my first piece of the day @4:08AM
Bear with me, please, but on re-reading I fear the clumsy beat in the final couplet, and its treatment as a kind of homespun sampler, interfere with the flow--both of rhythm and sense.
I want to connect that coda with the guy--the "vendor"--who is relying on his intrusion into female fantasies as a means of doing business.
I hope this new version works for you:
"…and by playing a part in girls’ dreams of romance,
his financial hand in the brand doth advance."
Thanks for your time,
~ OMK
Too bad we can't find the J4 cartoon.
I'd love to see how they illustrated "artistic bent."
~ OMK
Sorry I'm late. Got the six J's but I couldn't unravel the riddle-solution. Perhaps instead of hitting down latter's I should put them into Doc where I can read them
My handwriting can be horrible.
Loved that alliteration in Owen's J4 poem. I hadn't known too much about the God Vulcan. .
OMK, you have an inimitable style. And Misty as you point out is right at home on a Valentine's day poem. Sweet momories tinged with sadness.
WC
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