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ReplyDeleteToday’s Jumble haiku:
(Forget the ouija board and the prescient eight ball.
Some say a dose of the right ethnic condiment will help you visualize your future, to see your ultimate fortune—as if emblazoned in flames from your nostrils.)
“Pray (See) thy (Fame) Parsed”
Uncut salsa can
be so hot—as to scorch your
destiny yonder!
~ OMK
Chuck was healthy, spry, and agile,
ReplyDeleteNo one thought of him as fragile!
Now that's invalid,
He's an invalid
Since he tried to wrestle that crocodile!
"Sad Time"
ReplyDeleteSally was in such a rut
she even left her hair uncut.
She did her dinner scorch
and threw the salsa off her porch.
A new course she tried to ponder
with no idea what awaited her yonder.
So in the end she decided to stay
and just cope with things every day.
Why would I think of something that is lacking in zest, before a perfectly logical answer?!
ReplyDeleteOnce again, I am forced to post my Wordle comment separate from my Wordle result or I am deleted!
Wow! An "ethnic condiment"? Well, when we think about it, food has at times had moral or religious significance attached to it, hasn't it? I still remember receiving "holy communion" at Mass many years ago, somehow related to the "Last Supper" before Christ's crucifixion. My goodness, what sad history and sad narratives we have.
ReplyDeleteValid Advice
ReplyDeleteLeave the tomatoes whole or uncut?
Add more jalapeรฑos to the salsa,
And give everyone a scorched mouth?
Don’t fly off into the wild blue yonder,
Stay with the recipe of course!
Wow! My salsa was just scorching your mouth, not your whole destiny like OMK’s ethnic condiment. No wonder Misty’s Sally threw her salsa off the porch.
ReplyDeleteOwen- interesting double meaning and pronunciation of invalid. Poor Chuck!
Wordle, 11 Oct. 22, no hint used. Just a standard opener.
ReplyDeletePar = 4
Wordle 479 3/6
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~ OMK
Misty ~ Seems Sally’s mealtime accident causes her to abandon other elements of existence. Not a gal to take misfortune lightly.
ReplyDeleteIn the end she’ll settle for a step-by-step life. That way, if she trips, it’s only for the length of her stride.
CEh! ~ Credit the recipe! Give a published chef the praise and, if those chiles burn, we know who gets the blame.
My salsa foretells our doom; thine may well be tastier, here & now.
Hmm. Wonder why your Wordle gets tagged for special treatment, while mine sails through….
I can’t imagine it will last.
~ OMK
Your recollection, Misty, of a communion years ago reminds me of my own experiences.
ReplyDeleteI recall learning, along with my Catholic school classmates, of the significance of the wine and the "host." This was at a pre-communion age, to prep the kids.
As the only non-Catholic in the class, I never got to taste the wine or the wafer, but I remember thinking how neat it was--to get wine (for blood!) as children!
I specifically recall how everybody ws instructed not to chew the wafer! That was a big No-no!!
Years later, I took the Presbyterian equivalent of communion. It was called "Confession," a one-time affair. (Yes, the terms get very confused--and confusing.)
It lacked all theatrics and glamor. We sat in the pews, no kneeling, while ushers passed around a tray with little cubes of white bread (Wonder Bread, I think) and tiny paper cups of Welch's Grape Juice. The minister gave a little lecture.
And still, more years later, I visited a friend who volunteered with the Catholic Worker in New York. She invited me to their communion, which they didn't fuss over sharing with me, an atheist.
Their bearded priest passed around a jug of a harsh red wine, followed by a loaf of warm, fresh baked bread for us to tear off a healthy portion.
Each sect has its style.
~ OMK
Own, neat rhyming of 'agile,' 'fragile,' and 'crocodile.' Very clever--you're a poet!
ReplyDeleteCanadianeEh!, loved the way you worked the Jumble words into an un-rhymed verse that is still so poetic.
My goodness, what complicated and fascinating religious experiences you've had over the years, Ol' Man Keith! Loved hearing your complex story.
Mine were pretty simple. Devout Catholic as a girl and teenager and at one point wanted to enter a convent.
Then my first relationship with a man who proposed to me after only three months. We married, I found out he'd been married before which made our Catholic marriage invalid at that time, and he had an affair with someone while I was pregnant. Divorced by the age of 20.
Then single and without religion until I met my wonderful sweet Rowland and we began our long magical marriage until he suffered a stroke fourteen years later. When he was in danger of not making it, I started praying again, and he survived for another seven great years.
And I've been saying a daily prayer of Thanksgiving every day ever since.
I couldn't remember if I'd solved today's Wordle 479 3/6
ReplyDelete๐จ⬛๐จ๐ฉ๐จ
๐จ⬛๐จ๐ฉ๐ฉ
๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฉ
I took a hint from C-eh but still took three tries
Lois was happy to be back at Nora's to dip nachos in salsa,
ReplyDeleteListen to uncut 40s albums, relax and enjoy la vie dolce
Yonder is the rat race, on the phone scorching diatribe
But to stay at Nora's house was the course to suit her vibe
WC