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Today’s Jumble haiku:
(The courtroom can be a gloomy place. So much business is routine, the judge will often gavel for order & barely wake himself from his wish to be elsewhere…)
“Wake (for) Defense?”
The gavel invades
a judge’s thoughts, evoking
dreams of summer break.
~ OMK
Wordle 21 April ‘23
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Wordle 671 2/6
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My name wouldn’t
work as a starter, so
I tried the next best
thing …
~ OMK
There are people who yak and yak
About Alaska, forward and back.
They take a cruise,
Not in canoes,
They still about Alaska yak!
Wordle 671 3/6
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Ah, the memories evoked of moving to 'burbs from the city
They threw down the gavel, "'Round here don't expect pity"
To us you're an invader, get out in right field. "What a bummer!"
He had the last laugh. He was one of the few Little Leaguers that Summer
Oh the memories. Last week's a blur but childhood doesn't fade
Kids grow naturally less cruel. But time never saw amends being made
WC
The songs of the Beatles evoke today
When the British Invasion was underway.
The music then was positive and hopeful,
Sweet and tender, funny or soulful.
"Imagine" a world as perfect as Eden
Where wars are past, and all people are even.
Where the gavel of justice need exercise less,
Because folks make amends at their own behest.
Summer to winter, and all in between,
Our culture was nicer then, I ween.
No rap "songs" of hate or misogyny,
To music, real music, we bended the knee.
"Amends"
The judge pounded his gavel
and did the Rita's life unravel.
The young woman was poor and broke
but her deed did a judgment evoke.
Her error had been to invade
the trailer where her neighbor stayed,
to steal a freshly baked cake
that her neighbor had just made.
So that summer Rita did her best to amend
and apologies she did send,
and her neighbor has been forgiving,
and has reunited with her friend.
Nearly all are checking in today.
The only absentee is CEh! - but from what she posted yesterday, I reckon she will be along in a little while.
And we have poems from everyone today, two from Owen (as usual!), and Wordles from the majority.
Only Misty and I followed the gavel into a courtroom. Her poor defendant, Rita, suffered a proper punishment for her misdeed, but then--in the kindly hands of her author--found redemption in the end.
Wilbur offered a trip "down memory lane," recalling a Little League summertime triumph, a glory of youth!
Owen gave us a choice between a comparison of '60s' era pop music--the "positive" stuff--and today's uglier themes, and a playful visit to Alaska.
This last reminded moi of my one and only cruise (and trek) in Alaska.
I recall it as a time well spent outdoors, in the freshest air, among vivid scenery and forests of bears and eagles. We went up as far as the arctic, relished the northern lights. Helicoptered to the top of the Denver Glacier.
The only negative thing I have to say about Alaska--and a WARNING to others who contemplate going there: Do NOT order hamburger in a restaurant.
Whether a fast-food joint or a nice, sit-down place, you will get a hockey puck on your plate.
I asked, what the H--?!
By State law, all hamburgers must be cooked to death. No such thing as medium rare, or even medium. If there is a touch of pink anywhere on your burger, it must go back to the kitchen.
They are so fearful of food poisoning, they take it out on the lowly burger. Yuck.
~ OMK
O' Man Keith, hope your kind judge gets to not only dream of a summer break, but actually gets to take one. I'm sure he deserves it.
And thank you for warning us about eating hamburgers. I haven't had one in years, and after your warning will never have one again.
Owen, what a lovely verse about the happy times of the Beatles--not as many needs to make amends back then.
Wilbur, nice to see your Wordle. Hope your life is more than just a dream.
CanadianEh!, sorry you're away, but have a good day.
Yesterday, Soccer reminded me of playing the game at recess and heading a ball in for a goal.
Foul! They cried, that's illegal.
Later at morning recess I was last to be picked and shunted to Right field where I made a great catch.
My 5th grade LL was Minors but 6th grade I made Majors.
More on that in future verse
Sports was a big love in my 'Ute
WC
Between the two of us, Wilbur, we cover the sports spectrum!
You, the champ ball player, and me, always the worst when it came to athletics and PE...
I was always the last to be picked for any team sport at recess--and deservedly so. I guess that's why I found my niche in play-acting. I would gather other nerds together in Jr. High and re-enact adventure scenes from movies.
Of course, that led to a life in the theater.
~ OMK
I just woke up and had to fix my Saturday xword. Various and sundry pop-cul, some I dredged up from distant memory others ESP
Especially obscure authors
WC
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