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Today’s Jumble haiku:
(Soothing the bird’s morning,
that she needn’t …)
”Wake Hard”
A canary dish
of fishy bits sings to her,
“Awaken gladly!”
~ OMK
Wordle 18 March ‘23
Par=4
Wordle 637 2/6
🟨⬜⬜🟩🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
Same no. of
silent letters.
~ OMK
(My Mom used to keep a song bird in the kitchen. We filled her [usually a she] dish with store-bought seed, but every now and then we’d treat her to a small portion of what we thought a wild bird would like…)
Diced & minced-up bits of fish
serve to decorate her dish.
What bird of song—wren, canary?—
trimmed like a fairy, all alary,
(even if, by nightmares, shaken)
would not to such a feast awaken?
This is what they love to eat:
“Yum,” they say, or rather, “Tweet!”
~ OMK
I started with my usual flower, and did a lot of head-scratching between guesses two and three.
Wordle 637 3/6*
🟨⬜🟨⬜⬜
🟨🟩⬜⬜🟨
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
Case (of) Fiords
The sailor raised a canary
Aboard his luxurious yacht.
He studied everything fishy,
And voyaged where he ought not.
He awakened one day
To find rock cliffs in the way,
And ditched the boat right where it lay.
Same here C-eh on
Wordle 637 3/6
⬛⬛🟨🟨🟨
🟨🟨⬛🟨⬛
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
Finally the ship rolled in. I think it's a starter word for many
Misty , right out of the CHUTE I began with a J
Fln, 3/16 is a Boston City holiday but it's termed "Evacuation Day"
And...
My 85 year old Pastor(Catholic) was "retired". He took a certain pol's name in vain in re. To the thousand + lies accumulated
WC
"Pet Debt"
Fred and Fanny met playing cards,
looking at each other, face to face,
and quickly let down all their guards,
which their romance did awaken
with feelings of loving grace,
now knowing they would never be forsaken.
A year later did marry
and Fred bought Fanny a canary.
Next day he found a goldfish in a ditch
which made their romance even more rich.
Now their marriages has lasted many years
and Fanny remembers those early days with cheers.
Looks like W637 was an EZPZ slip of a thing.
(That ship has surely sailed!)
CEh!
Your sailor’s wallet could afford
to be in charge of all souls aboard.
Rather than bother to navigate,
he found it cheaper to evacuate.
Piratical heart or spirit o’ whaler
needs a proper corollary:
We knew he warn’t no true sailor
replacing parrot with canary.
~ OMK
Misty~
Looks like Fred & Fanny
shared instincts uncanny.
From the get-go their hunches
needn’t pull any punches.
They were right to trust
it was more than just lust
between ‘em, but sweet
smooth years on Easy Street.
(Seems pets that are tiny
prognosticate sunshiny.)
~ OMK
Washington’s first victory, Wilbur, as he relieved the British siege in March 1776!
It is the same day as St. Patrick’s, a coincidence which, according to Wikipedia, “played a role in the establishment of that holiday.”
Afraid I don’t follow you as to the “certain pol.”
It might be a Kennedy in Boston.
But the large no. of lies suggests Trump—although the number is way too small.
Fact checking rated him at 21 lies per day while in office, and who knows how many as a civilian?
But I can’t imagine a Catholic cleric getting in trouble for insulting Trump in MA.
~ OMK
Wasn’t this the day for Chet & Lois
to be wed—for all us poets?
Maybe, to avoid a farce,
there’ll be nuptials discretely sparse.
If, on their own, they’ll be eloping,
Wilbur can claim he wasn’t joking!
Or maybe he’ll post a later description,
an elaborate blow-by-blow transcription
of the fancy rites the family incited
(even if we aren’t all invited).
In that way, we will understand
the reporting pressure won’t be grand.
As fellow poets, we appreciate
the value of deferring a date,
one that may give us extra time
to find our rhythm and set our rhyme.
So, for Chet & Lois, let’s raise a toast!
However they plight those troths, a most
congenial wedding is sure to be had.
They’re Cupid’s favorites, and that ain’t bad.
However we read it in the end,
It’s sure to be a winner, once it’s penned
by Wilbur. He’s laid a foundation
for a brilliant celebration.
And on top of transfixing his reading crowd,
he’s created a couple to do AA proud!
~ OMK
Ol' Man Keith, if I remember our early years on the blog correctly, I thought you did only haikus or very simple brief rhymes at first. Then slowly, slowly they grew a little longer and then a lot longer and more complicated, and then when I just read your long, elaborate response to Wilbur--well, I just want to raise a toast to you for the brilliant poet you've become. Bravo!
Actually, Misty, I started out with regular-length verses, usually sonnets or sonnet-length. Haiku came along over a year ago, maybe 2 years.
But I thank you for today’s toast. Very much appreciated!
Nowadays, I’ll venture again into longer pieces when the mood strikes, sometimes (rarely) pentameter, but most often three- and four-beat lines, which are the easiest.
And couplets allow me to play freely still.
It is easiest of all, of course, when I’m done with the J-words and can choose my own.
~ OMK
Yes OMK, it was Trump but it was retirement area Florida hence diehards.
Way back in early Christian days the Bishops sent observers around to the parishes to monitor the sermons
Said Bishop (Archdiocese of Tampa) must have got a lot of phone calls and mail
It didn't help that Father T's congregation loved him and attendance barfed without him
WC
I'm trying to get ahold of Chet to see whether wedding has taken place or is delayed
Loved hearing your poetry development story, OMK--no wonder you're so brilliant!
And today we should raise a toast to your amazing verse, and to Wilbur, and to Chet and Lois! Hurray! (I'd have my "sunshiny" pets toast you too, but all I have left is my Gophie tortoise, and she's not very sunshiny).
Wilbur, I tried CHUTE and a few words starting with J but no luck whatsoever with Wordle today. But still so glad you checked in with us today.
CanadianEh!, I hope your sailor saved his canary when he ditched his boat. Delightful verse!
Well, here's a blast from the past sparked by one of the J's
[Smaug is loose, he know Laketown aided the dwarves]
********
Smaug was no longer grumpy, he was raging abound
His powerful wings were shaking the very ground
Bilbo's droll raillery had stoked Smaug's ferocity
The beast knew all. His revenge would not be pretty.
Anything above ground was piecework for the serpent's ire
The ponies dashed off, could they outrun the beastly fire?
Inside the mountain's back door the party snuck and crept
Shrinking, cowering Bilbo thought of Laketown and wept.
****
Fruit,Usher,Overdo, Canary; Trans-furred
**"**""$
The fruits of his reckless riddleing would usher in
Fire and brimstone on the Laketown men.
He'd just had to overdo it. He'd got away
So Smaug transferred his rage to they
Who'd helped the Hobbit. What would betoke
Bard and his kin and the kindly townfolk.
He thought of young Tommy and sister Mary
His teddy bear and her beloved pet CANARY.
WC
Busy day today with the family.
Enjoyed reading you all.
Nice to get your pastime “blasts,” WC.
If we’re not yet to observe the bonding of Chet and Lois, it is good to be treated to reminders of your art. You give us a taste of the flavors to come when you’re ready to present the nuptial details.
~ OMK
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