| || abate, token, likely, belong, go it "a-loan".
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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
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8 comments:
I like to go it alone on jumbles, solving without help. Sometimes I give it up and look for the solution on an answer site, but not often. This one was no big challenge once all the letters were there, but that last clue gave me fits for some reason. Then when I figured it out, what a d'oh moment!
Anyway, it's another cute-ish play on words, maybe average. The cartoon kind of reminds me of how my parents bought me a car years ago after my divorce, so I could stop riding my bicycle to the store with my youngest in a baby seat on the back! Parents can be very supportive, yes?
They can, indeed, Sandy. They helped with the down payment on our very first home. Luckily, this was back in the late '60s, before housing prices really took off.
This was in Richmond VA. When we sold that home 8 years later, it had doubled in value.
Today's J:
Sometimes I am so unhappy with the weather forecasts I want to call the TV weatherman to account, to yell at him on the screen to repent and pay for his sins.
Why, my exhortation makes a perfect title for today's poem:
"Lo! Git! Atone!!"
A storm was raging; it seemed so strong
we thought it likely to last the night.
But the weather guy says it won't be long
till it abates. Will he be right?
You'd think by now meteorology
would have evolved to earn our trust,
yet its progress seems a mere token. To me,
it dogs other atmospherics, a real bust.
Climate-change leaves weather in its dust!
~ OMK
As we grow older, interests change.
Yesterdays worries abate and wane.
From bottles and diapers to school-bell's song,
And how with others we'll belong.
College grades to Social Justice,
Token protests raise a ruckus.
Then with families, for too brief a moment
Diapers and bottles repeat performance!
Then the graying life's September,
Something goes, you can't remember.
Likely something whose performance
Long ago loaned life its importance.
Welcome back, Owen--hope you're feeling better! Loved your poem about changing perspectives as we age. Too true.
My goodness, Ol' Man Keith, what a complex, meteorological take on the weather!
Hope it clears up and you get some sunshine soon. Thank goodness you live in California.
"Romance Work"
Their relationship was almost broken
when Bill offered Milly a token:
"Before we abate
let's go out on a date
and debate our fate
so we can create
a state without hate."
They went on to discuss this nightly
with solutions possible and likely.
Milly just wanted to belong:
"Let's not do anything wrong.
We should just get on the phone
and see if we can get a loan."
Bill agreed and they borrowed money
to rent a place cheerful and sunny.
Soon all their conflicts they buried
and by now they are happily married.
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Maybe the last line should be...
"Says Climate-change to Weather, 'Eat my dust!'"
Punchier, no?
Owen ~ As our interests change, it sometimes feels as if we become a different person altogether. When I think back to when I had certain passions, obsessions even, I find it hard not to think of each as alien to the man I've become.
~ OMK
Misty ~ I see how you demonstrated your advice to me in your poem. No doubt Milly & Bill used their loan to settle here in SoCal. How neat to connect the sunlight with their happy marriage!
I know my mood can be influenced greatly by the amount & type of sunshine on any given day. Not just whether the sun is out (it usually is!) but whether it is a full-on direct sun or its rays are filtered by mist, haze, or scattered clouds.
Living here, we become connoisseurs of sunlight.
~ OMK
Sandy, what an image. My high opinion of you just got higher.
Great poetry all around this morning sorry I'm so late. Misty, that was lovely. A couple working out their differences. OMK, yes your revised line is better.
Owen I saw your "somber" warning at CC. More a paean to growth and the cycle of life. I don't recommend bathroom falls but the result is excellent poetry much like our Byron at the CC who milked tragedy for poetic legend.
WC
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