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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.
10 comments:
Wow! Got the solution, but hung up on the first clue, even knowing which letters it provided.
That made the solution a little harder. Anyway, IMO, it was no great pun, but ok.
Sandy ~ See how you like the title of my piece.
Today’s poem:
Sometimes, when my head gets too big,
I need to be reminded…
“(You’re) No Great Shakes(peare)!”
The skier pressed his poles harder,
the better to hasten his time
from his origin, with a speed freak’s ardor,
all the way to the finish line.
~ OMK
Good for you Sandy, I grok'ed SKIER but was looking for an I for solution so I thought perhaps RISKe' would provide IN for the first word.
Thanks OMK, I was in left field thinking grass skirt or something outre'
I'll hopefully check in later with Prince Myshkin. Nastasya will be Natasha.
WC
You two are both to be thanked for your empathy. And, OMK, I laughed out loud at your so apropos title!
"Odd Jobs"
Scott began his career as a baker
working as a flour shaker,
making pies at a rate that was hasty
but they still were pasty and tasty.
He next got a harder job on stage,
which felt like being in a cage,
so he tried becoming a skier
which felt quite a bit freer.
But in the end he went back to his origin,
when his father taught him how to brew gin:
Scott's last career that became his win.
Wow, Misty, your tempo bowls me over.
I am not exactly sure how you do it, but I think part of the secret is the unvaried use of 4-beat lines.
The repeated rhymes (couplets ending in a triplet “hat-trick”) emphasize that you aren’t giving us a 3-beat breathing break.
Oh, and your two opening couplets have feminine endings: that’s four lines in a row that “lean in” at the end—certainly setting the pace!
The tempo fits Scott’s job search, suggesting something desperate in his need for clarity. You often deal with characters who aren’t sure about how they’re being employed, and this has a classic arc (despite vagueness in detail [“stage”/“cage”]) with Scott returning to his “origin.”
~ OMK
I always love getting your comments on my poem, Ol' Man Keith--makes my day!
Thank you so much. I only wish I could figure out a way to work in a similar way to your own wonderful economy, of squeezing all the words together into a much shorter and simpler rhyme. Will have to work on that in the future. Your skier poem this morning was a total delight.
Our tree arrived today!
It's a little shorter than I'm used to. Just 6 feet tall.
But I am not so able at reaching up these days--to string lights and hang ornaments. This height should be kinder to my dear wife.
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Glad you liked my skiing verse, Misty.
I visualized a downhill racer* while composing it.
In all the years I lived in snowy regions, I never skied. Ever.
But I liked watching good skiers.
I was given excellent advice when I first moved to true snow country--in the Berkshires of NW Massachusetts.
They said:
"You've got two choices come wintertime ~
Take up skiing.
Or serious drinking by your fireplace."
Well, I always enjoyed a good fire...
~ OMK
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* Please insert "down" between "way" and "to" in my last line.
Originally from Russia Leon had been a long time away
Becoming acclimated to people seemed harder day by day
But Leon was never hasty, today we'd call him laid back
Straight forward honesty and a lack of deceit was for him a knack
In Switzerland he'd been no great shakes as a skier
But he'd quickly disarmed his berth-mates. Fast Friendships? He had no peer.
WC
We each of us have a knack:
Straight forward honesty, that's Sandy though a bit laid back
Keith is hasty with his rhymes , a man of few words
Misty's total lack of deceit is of itself the best reward
And Wilbur, wherefore good ole Dubbya Cee
A mediocre poet, droll perhaps but an Idiot? We'll see
Good ole _ _
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