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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.
ReplyDelete"Miss Kitty is Entertained"
A finch landed atop the bookcase,
attracting the gaze of a feline below.
It strutted along the shelf with ease,
daring the cat with a lively tease,
a fancy tune & high-steppin' show.
After a time, Kitty's eyes glazed,
filled with the sight that dazed & amazed
her. Recovering enough to leap
at the bird, she jostled a book,
the whole bookcase shook,
and buried her under a biblio-heap.
(A whole day to dig out was damn well what it took.)
~ OMK
Woohoo, Ol' Man Keith--brilliant morning poem, there's no way I can come anywhere close to anything as clever. I'm going to have to work on mine some more. Can't believe you produced "biblio-heap." Woohoo.
ReplyDelete"Animal House"
ReplyDeleteThe zoo began a new phase
when it opened an outdoor maze
with a wall with a golden glaze.
The addition housed a feline
and a finch with feathers quite fine,
and other critters who had a good time.
At the exit there was a sign
that invited visitors to dine
and enjoy some snacks and some wine.
The owner and his wife
did jostle their income a little
to give the zoo a long life,
and enjoy some peanut brittle.
You mustn't think to compete
ReplyDeletewith little Ol' Keith.
I can't write near as sweetly,
nor half so petitely
as you at your best.
You beat all the rest
for neat, tidy lines
and jocular rhymes.
I often claim a prize
when I economize.
Or going with a hunch
for an ending with punch.
Still, I can't match your mettle
when it comes to peanut brettle!
~ OMK
OMK, you're on a roll,
ReplyDeletereaching a great new goal
with the kindness of your verse,
crafted, smart, and terse.
No, wait, your poem is longer,
and I bet that's why it is stronger!
Misty ~
ReplyDeleteMy point, of course
(not to flog a dead horse),
is there's no competition.
We each have a mission
that suits our own style.
There's a pentameter mile
between the kinds of verse
we each choose to nurse.
Back when I offered you notes
I was hoping to coax
you to reach your own goals.
But I may have flipped roles,
teasing you to write
as I myself might.
You know an old prof
is likely to get off
on thinking his way is correct.
I should be more circumspect.
I ask forgiveness for crossing the line
in the past. I shall stick to what's mine,
while the thrum of your drum
wins every plum.
I’m happy to be mum.
~ OMK
FINCH rang a bell so I dredged this up.
ReplyDeleteWe shuffled into class at the Ed building, Finch hall,
Ready to be doused in literature an hour in her thrall
For yes, it was Ms Norris that would guide in the mysteries of Joyce
Unlike any prof we'd had in Econ, she was feisty but sweet of voice
We heard about diverse theoretical perspectives and
Oppositional contextualization
Bored we were but we got misty-eyed at the melodious peroration
WC
Different rhymes, different reasons,
ReplyDeletelike Paul's gospel to Ephesians,
wherein "'tis ordained upon this day
we each walk our purposive way."*
Thus Wilbur salutes Misty although
he strides in his very own glow
and she in hers--their strong authorings
each complete offerings
to the sweet muse, Erato,
in this our Jumble grotto.
~ OMK
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*Ephesians 2:10
My goodness, more and more thanks
ReplyDeleteI owe to you both.
With your great ranks
your wisdom is growth.