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| apart, child, pursue, ruckus, spruce it up.Image from the Internet.
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.
So this one is a pun, at least. I kind of like it.
ReplyDeleteIt's OK--easy, I guess, Sandy, when you find words like this, ones that actually have multiple meanings.
ReplyDeleteI think I favor sound-alikes, but this is all right.
FLN, Misty ~ Don't know if you saw it, but I posted the 2nd stanza about the Gazebo...
Today's Jumble response:
"Diffuse it, Yup! (Please!)"
The child stood apart from his pals
(those loud, whining boys & gals):
"Please let him just shuck us!
We pursue this here ruckus,
'cuz when he beeps his butt horn, he sure fouls!"
~ OMK
"Family"
ReplyDeleteWe spent a year apart,
and it almost broke my heart.
But then, out of the blue,
he started to woo and pursue.
This time there was no ruckus
and soon we engaged without fuss.
Within a few months we were wed
and spending our evenings in bed,
and our loving was so beguiled
that we ended up with a child.
Now our days are happy and loose,
playing games, drinking juice,
reading Mother Goose and Dr. Seuss.
Getting married sure our lives did spruce.
Misty ~ I don't mean to be critical. Your verse today is so nice, so well "contained" and proper.
ReplyDeleteYou saved your deviation for the end, using "spruce" in an unusual way. It pulled a giggle out of me.
Your last felt like fun, as if you're enjoying a laugh at yourself.
But sometimes when the meter repeats so
steadily & thuddingly, it's like a mezzo
soprano showing off her scales
(like scraping one's nails).
At the end I chuckled, but whether
as a bellwether
salute to trash, a paean
of audacity, I couldn't say.
If you're being Ogden Nashian
hip hip hooray.
~ OMK
Well, OMK, what a brilliant suggestion you gave me. I looked up Ogden Nash and found that even with rhymes, he does something very witty with his poems.
ReplyDeleteI think the young male narrator in my poem today might enjoy the following Nash rhyme:
Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, April cloudy,
Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;
April soft in flowered languor,
April cold with sudden anger,
Ever changing, ever true --
I love April, I love you.
I'll give the possibility of becoming more Nash-ey some thought.
April is indeed lovely!
ReplyDeleteIf there is any other poet (than our Owen) who deserves to serve as a model for our own attempts, I nominate Mr. Nash.
Among other exemplary attributes is his economy.
Consider his works on various animals.
From memory, I recall The Cow:
"The cow is of the bovine ilk;
One end is moo, the other, milk."
Oh, and of course, On Eels:
"I don't mind eels,
Except as meals."
In his longer works, he relies on enjambment (running the sense beyond the ends of lines) to relieve the repetition of too many couplets.
And he's not afraid to screw with the meter when he's obviously chasing after a funny rhyme.
~ OMK
Like many others, I thought Nash wrote The Pelican.
ReplyDeleteBut we are wrong.
The true author was Dixon Lanier Merritt.
I won't reprint it here, but it is well worth checking out on line.
~ OMK
I remembered The Pelican poem, and looked it up. It's still a delight:
ReplyDelete“A wonderful bird is the Pelican.
His beak can hold more than his belly can.
He can hold in his beak
Enough food for a week!
But I'll be darned if I know how the hellican?”
― Dixon Lanier Merritt
Thank you for the reminder, OMK.
I wonder where our comrades have gone....
ReplyDeleteI miss their notes & critiques.
How long since we've seen an entry from Wilbur? Am I just imagining it's been an unusually lengthy absence?
I'm looking forward to take my Sunday break tonight. I hope you will not be doing a solo number!
~ OMK
Yes, OMK, it's been three days and here's three days worth
ReplyDeleteThursday 8/5/21
ozone, dimly, bitter, papaya, appointed time.
Friday, 8/6/21
bribe, lobby, fought, tyrant, bore (the) brunt of it.
Saturday , 8/7/21
Apart,Child,Pursue,Ruckus;
Spruce it up
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[Loiz continues her sharing at the Speaker Meeting]
The story of my youth is a long one , I'll try to spruce it up
My father was a tyrant, the folks fought , I still bear the scars
Mama saying no all the time, papa yelling ya, ya, ya.
It seemed I bore the brunt of it, I feared they'd finally split up
I brought home all A's from school I hoped it'd act as a bribe
Such a child I was, for my father continued to imbibe
And I entered the dim ozone waiting until the appointed time
To pursue my own paths, some ridiculous, some sublime
I erased the bitter memories with alcohol and drugs
I lobbied whatever I could offer even hanging with thugs
One ruckus after another but feom the life I still couldn't tear apart
Til the miracle happened, I came here and found a new start
WC
I see I got my days mixed up. I had Wednesday, Thursday and Saturday. At least didn't have to fit gazebo in.
ReplyDeleteLots of running around. Plus tackling the Saturday CC was a bear. It started like a Wednesday then I got stuck. I vowed to stay away all week if that's what it took.
Then after zzzing out I woke up and found the Z's as in COZY And LAZY.
And it just popped. Somewhere there are brain surgeons, Psychoanalysts and various emeritus that should study latimes xword solving.
WC
Wilbur, very moving story Lois narrates to her support group about a very difficult childhood, and how she could only deal with it problematically in her adolescence. I'm so glad we're getting these stories after she has begun to recover--they would be simply heart-breaking otherwise. And so good to have you post this to us today
ReplyDeleteMy goodness, Wilbur, Lois has a terrible story. So she thought being the perfect child would change her father's attitude; what power she had thought she possessed! What a disappointment when nothing changed. No power at all, then not even over her own life.
ReplyDeleteAnd finally admitting powerlessness in AA.
The Big Book has many stories and the A student girl using alcohol and going to C's ( or seed) is familiar.
ReplyDeleteFortunately, Lois seems to have caught on to her problem at a relatively early age.
Now those <40 invariably have a drug issue. That can complicated things. My NA friend has seen too many come and go and go to an early grave.
WC