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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.
11 comments:
Okay, I saw the cartoon, and the number of words/blanks in the solution.
And wow! It came to me, boom!
Now to stop laughing, unscramble the clues, and see if I was right or out of my head -- or even off my rocker.
FLN -- the remove forever button is an option only admins have. For the proles, it leaves a notice "removed by poster", and any admin can then delete that entirely/
In dreams, I float through scenes by Dali and Magritte,
I adjust my reality to let imagination peak!
There is a pagoda, but it's not a pagoda!
There is a clock, draped like a cast off toga!
There are some things, though, that give a fright,
Monsters that only see daylight at night!
A man with a green apple taking his head off!
His hat still in place, and ready to doff!
There is beauty and truth in art without doubt,
But it sometimes takes an effort to ferret it out!
We laugh at incongruities from waking life,
But surreal worlds are the kind I like!
FLN, Sandy ~ Sorry about “Remove forever.” I didn’t realize there were different options.
~ OMK
Take notice, please!
This is no tease,
but a fresh reminder—
in a brief six-liner—
(while my cap I doff)
as I signal, “Day Off!”
~ OMK
"Scary Fun"
To create a fright on Halloween night
Fred used his ferret to get into a fight
with a pal, who fussed,
and just couldn't adjust
to living in a pagoda
and drinking soda.
And so, their fight was a Halloween coda.
To make up, Fred took his friend on a boat,
though he couldn't row and keep it afloat.
The whole thing was so daft
that his friend just laughed
his head off at their plight
on Halloween night.
Felt good getting more sleep last night. I need to change my sleep schedule for the next couple of weeks.
My wife and her mom are traveling back east to visit relatives, and I will be "batch'ing" it in the interim.
That means, among other adjustments, that I will be rising early to feed the dogs, a chore normally handled by their early-rising "Gamma."
I hope I'll be able to file late night poems, but can't predict how regular I can be until I'm into it.
Fingers crossed!
Meanwhile...
Owen ~ An inspiring poem today from you, Good Sir. Both clear & artfully expressed.
The surreal may not what we encounter by day, but it is certainly the world we all inhabit "after hours." And I don't mean (nor do I think you do) only when asleep...
Your piece delighted me, Misty, for your use of enjambment. Thank you!
It definitely helps to break up and soften the regularity of the rhymes.
Maybe my memory is off, but I don't recall you being so willing to use such run-on phrasing. Good job!
~ OMK
In a twist, Owen penned c poem about surreal artists and Misty wrote a surreal poem about Fred and his pal.
Then again pagoda is a challenge any day.
Fln, I dredged a May 28 Chet and Lois poem that I'd recently forwarded. 50 lines for four J's.
Ironically it's a true story part 1. I'd been working so hard and they gave the cake to a guy that did nothing. But I saw the devil lurking and like Chet simply doubled my efforts.
WC
Owen, I loved your surreal dream poem, beautifully constructed. Reminds me of my own strange dreams when I wake up every morning and think 'where on earth did that come from'?
Wilbur, so sorry that you didn't get that cake that you deserved so much more than the other guy. How unfair, and maybe Chet should express your regret.
OMK, first, thank you, as always for your kind words. They do indeed encourage me to keep experimenting a little as I go along.
We'll keep our fingers crossed that maybe getting up early with the pups will give you a chance to get good naps or good early bedtimes. Don't worry if you don't get around to the poems, just take good care of yourself and have a good transition period in your home.
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In july occured the strange Case of the Luang Pagoda
Holmes ferreted the truth by the distance a gastropoda
Traversed on the dust of the Buddhist temple's floor.
Though my friend gave credit to his time spent in Myanmar
"The game's afloat", He shouted in the night
I'd been sound asleep and woke up in a fright
Though I'd adjusted by now to Sherlock's wily ways
When he laughed his head off
seeing my head in a daze
I took umbrage at his unseemly cheer
"Come Watson, the games afloat, we must catch a ship at the pier"
WC
(To be continued)
Wilbur -- Back when I still had access to puzzles ahead of times, C.C. once chastised me for revealing who the constructor was going to be the next day! Your comments about how difficult a future crossword puzzle will be or veiled hints at some word likely to show up in the near future are not really appreciated as much as you may think. Remember, "Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof".
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