| | bogus, hyena, ironic, detain, (it's) in the cards. 
| forage, negate, swoosh, karate, uproar, mingle, "manor" of speaking.
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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.
12 comments:
The j4 picture was very appropriate. I had to give the solution a little thought, though, without any commentary in the picture, but once the light dawned, I saw the clear connection.
Still working on the j6 clues, and with what I THINK are the first two words of the solution. But maybe not? Maybe it'll come to me in the morning.
P.S. Wilbur, I would love to see the end of the story.
Sandy, you worked it out from just the picture? 'cause I goofed and forgot to add the question until half-hour after you posted! I'm impressed! I'm sure I had an easier time of it, with the question and no cartoon. My handicap was, I didn't know how many words or letters in each.
I don't know who's to blame, but for the 3rd week in a row the color version of the J6 picture is atrocious! Trust me, this sharp B&W version is much better!
FLN: Wilbur ~ Your 12-step poem is inspiring. I started reading it with curiosity from a distance, reserving my opinion as one for whom it did not seem to directly involve. But by the time I finished, I thought it a shame that ALL of us aren't prepared to subject ourselves to the rigor of these steps. Simply put, there is not a soul who would not benefit from having a "sponsor" or guide take us through these self-disciplines.
How might our society gain if these steps, amended as may be necessary, should be required as a passage into adulthood.
~ OMK
"The Trials of Luck"
For some time Linda lived on porridge
and for food was obliged to forage.
Then one day she won the lottery,
and did jumps like she did in karate.
Her luck caused quite an uproar
that did many old friendships restore.
Her pals all now wanted to mingle,
in the hope they'd get coins to jingle.
To get gifts they'd try to push
and with compliments they'd her swoosh.
But in her kindest manner of speaking
she told them to please stop freaking.
She'd be happy her luck to share
but only if they'd all be fair.
They agreed their greed to negate,
and just help Linda celebrate.
My goodness, Ol' Man Keith, what a heroic defense of hyenas you've mounted in your delightful poem. I don't think I've ever met a hyena, but I promise if I do, I will treat her or him with the utmost kindness and courtesy.
Thanks for your response, Misty!
For purposes of clarity, and to keep things up to date, I have removed the posting of the original poem--and am replacing it with the revised version, below.
Please note that I'm citing the "exploitation" of hyenas in The Lion King purely as an example. It is not the only case in which our stories & fables have scapegoated a species or a tribe just to make a hero (a superior type) look good by contrast.
The practice may seem innocuous, even innocent in traditional tales. But as we well know, this has not led to happy results, historically.
J4
"To Their Charge"
When will hyenas get their turn in the sun?
They wonder why we're so quick to berate.
They're not the only beasts that devour
their prey, but they're the ones we all seem to hate.
Why tolerate myths that cater to bigots?
Haven't we learned scapegoating is vile?
That it's wrong to blame a group for surviving,
and bogus to assign them guilt without a trial?
How ironic it is that our fine republic
rejoices in The Lion King and takes delight
in seeing the "one true prince" ascend the throne--
democratic audiences applauding Divine Right!
Does it add anything to the goodness of heroes--
of Mufasa & Simba--to contrast them in this case
with a tribe so loathsome (fiends serving Scar),
to be mocked and reviled as an inferior race?
Detain youngsters who attend the theater
for their view of hyenas, in their own words.
Some will speak in disparaging tones,
others carefully couching anti-crocuta slurs.
If the portrayal of hyenas seems less than kind,
are stigma, camps & ghettoes so very far behind?
~ OMK
Your poem, Misty, introduces us to a person we would all like to know,
but truly doubt we could be.
Linda's generosity
exceeds the usual charity.
Despite her earlier need
she seems to live without greed.
I find her a model of virtue,
to be willing to share what she lucked into.
I wonder if any of those selfish flakes
ever helped her to a minimal lottery stake...
~ OMK
I thought it brave of Misty
to tackle the J6 words.
I found no inspiration in the list;
I thought the bunch absurd.
Armies and animals forage,
Which negates my experience;
I got nuthin' in my brain cell storage,
not a word to make any sense.
The Nike swoosh might've been fun,
but karate's not my sport.
I'd rather lie out in the sun
than kick a hole in a board.
So here's to you, Misty, I'll say it again,
you're a truly fine trouper, our most solid friend.
I'll let others mingle & raise an uproar.
It's time for my nap--and a real good snore.
~ OMK
Your kindness deserves a wreath,
thanks so much, Ol' Man Keith.
OMK, in the eponymous (Big) Book the author* refers to the "lash of alcohol" as the motivating factor that drives someone to "RIGORously and painstakingly" undergo the process.
I was thinking of sending it to the "Grapevine" the Central Service monthly magazine. So in terms of poetic worth was looking for editorial help. Splynter was a fellow traveler, btw.
I found the six J's with KARATE my last fill. NEGATE was tough too. When I'm in my northern** abode I go to Breakfast Station and being Sunday, worked the CC.
Seeing how easy the solution actually was I should have tried harder. I had RANGE OF ? but with "ING" should have affixed K and might have grok'ed accordingly.
Misty, you outdid yourself today. A narrative employing the random J6's. Was KARATE and lottery your seed entry? My friend the itinerant jack of all (building) trades had another friend who won the lottery and hired him for a project with his "filthy lucre".
Now to OMK's paean to the much maligned HYENA.
The bovines of the forests and glen greatly feared the big cat
A friendly hyena appeared with a scheme to negate that.
"I'll teach you karate he said, with black belts I'll gauge
You'll be free to roam the pastures; free to frolic and forage".
With freshly bought gear with the swoosh on the lapel
The deer and the antelope took to the sport pell-mell
The hyena mingled about, ogling with an occasional leer
"You mastered the ancient art, now you'll have nothing to fear".
A roar was heard then and up charged the dreaded beast
The black belts were shredded. Midst the bovine feast
Gary the gnu saw the hyena with a mouthful sneaking
The cur remarked "'Nothing to fear' was just a manner of speaking"
WC
* Bill W as he referred to. A Doctor "Smith" was a cofounder
** Dunellon FLA. Yes, down here we do eat at restaurants.
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