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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.
8 comments:
One of the J-words rang a bell so I'm replaying an early C&L
5/10/21
Hiatus,Grille,Inhale,Actual, Shroud,Funnel;Raising her children
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{Lois says}
"I suggest a brief hiatus from this shrouded life you lead
Come to a meeting tomorrow perhaps we'll plant a seed
Of hope. All we ask is that you funnel your thoughts to the future .
Our way is a daily reprieve; its not a permanent cure"
At the meeting next night Chet expected to face a grilling
Actually he saw smiling faces and laughter like that of children
Again his hopes were raised. "All we ask is that you be willing "
Chet inhaled a new intoxication - that of new found freedom.
WC
Fln, OMK that was quite a tour de force on your tale of that Irish Boyo. Climaxed by switching to German. Something different.
And Misty stuck to a heartwarming, family, thanksgiving paean. Reminiscent of a poem from Owen's link in CC, I hope others read more than just the Masonry works. Misty's words reminded me of Owen.
That's a great compliment, eh Misty?
I'll try to come up with something new. I mistakenly drank regular coffee last night thinking it was decaf. Hence my 4Am visit.
WC
Thanks, Wilbur,the Celt in me appreciates recognition for our more outlandish characters, including those who engage in international galumphing.
FLN, a review (giving more thanks) of some of yesterday’s efforts.
Owen, it is nice to see the merchant marine mentioned. My stepfather was a merchant mariner through WW2. You are right to point out they are civilians. Of course, during the war they were prime targets for the enemy.
I am not sure of the legal principle, but I had the impression from him that once war was declared he was “locked into” the MM, no longer free to quit for the duration.
He survived many hair-raising episodes running in convoy in the N. Atlantic.
Wilbur ~ Thank you for the intro to Lefty, apparently something of a rascal. I am not sure being wild and brash would have locked him out of the majors if his ERA or saved games had been a significant factor. Doesn’t baseball love crazy types, unless they are.. er, losers?
Misty ~ It felt good to read your Thanksgiving message early in the day. Your timing was right, as I found your posting just after I got a Facebook message from my son confirming that he and his two children were on their way— after my not seeing them in person for nearly three years.
Later in the day, I was telling Matt about our poetic endeavors. To illustrate, I pointed out my poem—and yours.
Sandy ~ Don’t want to overlook you. How right you were to honor the return of our original Jumble makers! You gave voice (well, words, certainly!) to a sentiment we all share. Thank you!
And now, my response to today’s Black Friday Jumble:
Do not rush, my friends. Give yourself a brief hiatus, take a breath, then whisper this poem aloud.
This is a haiku that honors UHS,
a system that not only looks after your health
but polishes your coolness (& [ahem] challenges & checks your alibis).
Our Unity Health
System(atically) takes
care of “poise,” and “grills.”
~ OMK
"Happy Family Time"
Thanksgiving was a time of unity
that our family enjoyed with impunity.
We could chill by the grill
and cook food with great skill.
Our jokes were a gem
and part of our system.
From the moment we said "Hi"
our spirits did fly.
In the evening, by 8,
we were all in great debate.
But in the end, there was no fuss
because we love all of us.
Another nice one in the holiday spirit, Prof. Misty!
I was reading right along, rolling from rhyme to rhyme, when I came upon line 10!
For an instant I was plunged into deep worry, as the family seem to have forgotten or ignored the rule against talking politics.
Ah, but then came lines 11 & 12:
All's well [sigh...] amid your poetic Thanks-givers!!
~ OMK
I guess it is a little TOO much
(just a bit)
to call my tiny poem today
a "haiku-atus."
Right?
~ OMK
Wilbur, I loved seeing your delightful Lois and Chet poem again--my very favorite of mine. And thank you also for your kind words about my verse--a lovely gift--many thanks!
Ol' Man Keith, I sent you a reply earlier, telling you that you made my day with your sweet comments about my poem, but it somehow got deleted. But again, your comments were a joy this morning--thank you so much.
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