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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.
Meh!
ReplyDeleteReally early tonight, Owen. You are so conscientious; wish they'd given you a funnier jumble.
ReplyDeleteIf the builder of my present home had shown me specs of the raised vestibule, the overly lofty tiled platform that is our entryway, I would have
"Wave(d) Him Off!"
Housing formats vary from Here to There.
The foyer of our home in Connecticut
was where my kids threw off their winter wear
before opening the inner door. It was all but
a separate room--which later vanished from the decor
of our New York apartment squeeze, where the entry door
nearly bumped one's knees,
or else the living room couch.
"Ouch!"
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . When at last we came
to California, and chose to live near my work--
in Uni Hills--we found our home had the same
foyer as in similar plans, exhibiting a quirk
of the architect, who was apparently fond of drama.
Visitors are on display, two feet high,
elevated like players, tall as the sky,.
sufficient, some say, to induce acro-phobic trauma.
Come say "Hello"; we're home and waiting now.
Step up. Come center stage, and take your bow!
~ OMK
1978
ReplyDeleteDelirious BoSox fans gathered in the foyer of Yawkey Way
After a century of Yankee bullying October third would be the day
That the curse would vanish by the might of Red Sox bats.
One game to decide the Pennant in this playoff format.
And as hoped the Sox took the lead until up stepped Bucky Dent
This banjo hitter posed no threat as Torrez threw the ball
But the wave of Boston optimism crashed as the shortstop sent
The horsehide off and soaring over the Left Field Wall.
Oh the Sox rallied in the ninth but luck failed us in the end
Our revered hero Yaz popped up, to continue the cursed trend.
WC
"Hearty Party"
ReplyDeleteEddy was a steady employer,
working as a lawyer
in an office by the foyer.
His workers were only a few
but a very capable crew.
So to give them what they were due
a party for them he threw.
He put out a "Welcome" doormat
and served dishes in a healthy format
with appetizers that were Spanish
and that the crew quickly made vanish.
As they left, their hats they did doff
to thank him, their generous boss,
who cheerfully waved them off.
Neat job, Misty getting 4+1 in story of the boss who wants to show his appreciation.
ReplyDeleteTo speak of today's variety,
ReplyDeleteI mustn't be at all shy.
My simple static setting
compares dull with Wilbur's game.
Yankee batting leaves BoSox fretting,
while architecture's mighty tame.
But of Misty's kind Hearty Party,
Say whatever else can I?
~ OMK
They asked me to take them to my leader.
ReplyDeleteTheir saucer hovered behind them in view.
I figured that meant my Dad, a reader,
So I took them into the foyer, and through
To the den, where Dad was reading a book,
He seemed to know them with only one look!
Those big black oval eyes seemed surprised,
And the taller one held out his hand to shake.
Dad stood up from his chair, twice their size,
They shook, Dad said they looked in good shape.
When they sat down, their legs had funny bends
They talked for a while like old good friends,
I sat on the floor mat to listen, and learned
They had visited Dad when he was about my age!
He'd taken them to Grampa, who'd been concerned
They were too soon, humans weren't to the stage
To accept their message. Dad said humans still
Weren't ready to hear. Maybe some day they will.
I took them to their saucer, in our back yard,
Waved to them, they took off, and then vanished!
I went in where Dad told me what he did was hard.
He had saved the world while they were banished.
He explained what they were preaching couldn't be.
We didn't want missionaries of Mormon Scientology!
ReplyDeleteSix 4-line stanzas + 2 = 26 lines yesterday, 4 6-line stanzas = 24 today! Oh, my, I'm not doing well at controlling myself! I promise I'll try to be more concise tomorrow!
But, Owen,
ReplyDeleteWhen your ET verse is so delightful,
any length at all is truly rightful.
~ OMK
Ol' Man Keith--Wow! A long poem today, and one that took us to very different homes in three different states! Wonderful descriptions and so glad you ended up here with us in California!
ReplyDeleteBut that wasn't all: thenOwen, Wilbur, and even I got a few more lines of poetic response from you! Many thanks for these multiple treats!
Owen, so I gather this was an ET verse,
ReplyDeleteone that many possibilities did disperse
and would never make anyone curse.
I hope they got home safe and sound
and am glad they didn't hang around.
Wilbur, I'm afraid I don't know the Sox
but I gather they play baseball and don't box.
So I'll join you in hoping that they
will soon have a great game to play!
(Verses don't get any worse than this,
so their shortness is hopefully a bliss).
ReplyDeleteMisty ~
I think you and I have a lot more fun
writing playfully once the "works" are done.
The three homes in my stanzas today are only one-ninth of the more-or-less "permanent" dwellings I have occupied in a typically peripatetic theatrical career.
I have lived in several countries and in all regions of the US--except the Pacific islands.
I am happily back in CA, where I started eight decades ago.
My original home was San Francisco, so I will always feel like a "transplant," if not an outright geographic traitor!
But I concede that our SoCal climate is a blessing nonpareil. And we are certainly fortunate in our neighbors!
~ OMK
Thank you, OMK, and since we're neighbors, who knows if some time down the road we might not actually meet in person! Wouldn't that be exciting! Let's keep it in mind for the future.
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