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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.
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(With respect to Bob Dylan.)
Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam,
Look up in the sky
At the tattered ozone!
The air of this Earth
May cause you to swoon,
It's heating up so,
It may be our doom,
For the climate, it's a-changin'!
Your factories and mines,
Your coal-fired power,
Pour more poison to air
Each day and each hour!
The problem is knotty,
The solution's not simple,
Your love of your cars
Make highways your temple!
But the climate, it's a-changin'!
Your children will know it,
How you failed to hinder
The course of our world
From an Eden to cinder!
Can you stand on the peak
While the lowlands below
Are drown in the waters,
Suffer hurricane's blow,
While the climate, it's a-changin'?
Excellent parody, Owen! With an honest warning as to how our descendants may hold us accountable…
Sadly, a sizable minority is determined to believe the “alternative facts” of their Dear Leader.
(How else can they prove their loyalty to an authoritarian?)
Here’s my take ~
“Science Knows (97% anyway)”
We may some day swoon with the loss of ozone;
it adds to climate change as its hole has grown.
Its presence hinders warmth from greenhouse gases;
its loss lets heat build up, a knotty problem for the masses.
Scientific confirmation of the depletion of ozone
comes from the biogeophysical work of Ralph J. Cicerone*.
~ OMK
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* Fourth chancellor of the University of California, Irvine.
I just noticed the second word, before unscrambling, is homophonic with the final solution!
My poem is hardly a parody. I'm not making any fun of the original! It's a pastiche or could even be an homage.
Woohoo! A wonderful Owen poem, followed by a neat OMK verse!
Jumble mornings don't get any better than this. Just hope my sentimentality doesn't bring down the great start of your works.
"Romantic Relationship"
June's partner made her swoon
and sent her spirits over the moon.
In a cloud of ozone
they chatted on the phone
and, again, her happiness shone.
When their relationship got knotty
he bought her a sweet dog, "Scotty."
And he certainly knows
when to send her a rose
and write her a love-note in gentleman's prose.
There is no contradiction, Owen, among the three terms.
Parody: “An imitation of the style of a particular writer, artist, or genre…” Some go on to say it calls for “deliberate exaggeration,” but that will always be in the eye of the beholder. I appreciated both its humor and sobriety.
Misty ~ I’m sure your June doesn’t mind sentimentality, so we sophisticates must cut her some slack.
I am glad she now has her “Scotty” (who may be a Scottie?).
Dogs can be wonderfully intuitive, we know, but to have one who knows exactly when to send a rose—!
Well! That’s going beyond the beyonds!
~ OMK
(With esteem to Owen.)
Some would say losing ozone
has been overblown.
They say it's a measure
of your MAGA backbone.
Can you take greenhouse gas
w/o uttering a moan?
Bask in UVs, be a man;
turn your kidneys to stone.
F**k the climate, with this epigone!
~ OMK
Owen, always glad to see you post, because you have such creative ideas. And because it probably means you're feeling well.
I just read from Sunday on. Sunday was travel day and I only finished CC at 11 EST. Oops, Monday was travel I'd hoped to post as both of you hopped on the Chet and Lois wagon.
I think there should be a specific genre for Owen's parallel of Bob Dylan. I used to do something like it with "Casey at the Bat"(good ole iambic pentameter)
Let's see if there's any creative juices in Wilbur's bean.
.WC
So great to see Owen's poem today, and looking forward to your Chet and Lois tomorrow, Wilbur.
And, thank you for checking in, Sandy.
[Lois can't help responding to Chet]
I, too, had a knotty problem my friend , a veritable hindrance.
I'd begun to swoon when ever I saw you make an entrance
Into the halls. It was like a cloud of ozone seeped into the room.
But….
You hit it on the nose saying "Without action we face doom."
WC
Please don't thank me for checking in. It makes me feel very self-conscious.
LOL, Sandy!
The more you check in, the less we'll acknowledge it.
Truth is, we love to know you're here!
C'mon, Wilbur ~ You've got your fans waiting...
Now--batting cleanup, W.C.!!
~ OMK
A neat piece, Wilbur!
Economical, efficient, getting the J-words in quite effectively...
and ending with a wise maxim!
~ OMK
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