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Today’s Jumble haiku:
(Do not read if you object to bloody news items.
This haiku, inspired by today’s J-words, offers to be a translation of the holy words on Isis’ black & white flag.
A loose approximation of the name of that flag is …)
Sheer Delight
“Behold! Glory is
now equated to the swish
of swords that behead!”
~ OMK
26 SEP ‘23
Par=4
Wordle 829 3/6
⬜⬜⬜🟩🟩
⬜🟩⬜🟩🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
____________
W829
In the English civil war, those who identified as royal
were counted by princes and king as true and “….. .”
~ OMK
Second of the hallmarks of a Scout
Toward a friend, without a doubt.
Patriot to paterland,
Canine to master's hand,
What an anthem is about!
Wordle 829 3/6
🫡🫡🫡🎖️🫡
🫡🎖️🫡🎖️🐕
🎖️🎖️🎖️🎖️🎖️
Orijinz:
This tier of an Amish plateau
Is a tasty pastry, here or to go.
124, 1234, 7.
I went from guts to glory, but I stayed true
Wordle 829 5/6*
⬜⬜🟨⬜⬜
⬜🟨🟨⬜🟨
🟨🟨🟨⬜⬜
🟨⬜⬜🟩🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
Re W- Owen has defined it, OMK has rhymed it, while my clue is more hidden.
Re O- I filled in 11 seconds. I love that dessert. Owen, I could not see how your poem fit at all, and then suddenly I read the first line out loud. Aha! I am still confused by the numbers?
With apologies for yesterday’s menu, I beg you to consider the culture behind our choice of delicacies. Why not eat venison?
Deer Slight
Why do we not equate our meat?
Are not most mammals good to eat?
But pork is not kosher,
And beef may be a “no sir”.
Horse or hare we swish from the menu here.
Not in Europe - it will bring glory there.
Moose and venison have loyal fans,
But a vegan all of these bans.
Ignore the dilemma over an entree,
Behold, a dieter is easy to sway;
Tiramisu for dessert improves any day!
OMK- wow, between my poem yesterday and your haiku today, we will not be attracting any new readers to this blog. LOL! Where do this J words take our imaginations.
I’m sure that Misty’s offering will be less gory.
"Success"
Gail had written a fabulous story
which, she hoped, would bring her some glory.
Competing values her work did equate,
and she hoped readers would to this relate.
Her prose did swish, and often rolled.
but readers her skill in this did behold.
In the end reviewers expressed their delight
and Gail thanked them with all her might.
CEh!,
124 - TIeR
1234 - AMISh
7 - plateaU
Why plateau instead of you? It's what Erato told me to do. I don't know why.
OMK, I really liked your royal and prince verse much better than your swish one.
Owen, your neat poem hands out a lot of credit. But as someone who lived in Lancaster, PA in her early decades, I'm not sure I totally get your Amish plateau? But then, I never had a chance to try any of their pastry.
CanadianEh!, your verse makes me want to go back to being a vegetarian. Unfortunately, each time I've tried that, I lived with an omnivore, so it never worked out.
Have a good day, everybody!
CanadianEh predicted it and, sure enough, Misty came through with a "less gory" arrangement of today's J-words.
Oh, happy day! Gail's gratitude is balancing her fans' "delight"!
CEh! ~ Your poem today covers many of the puzzling acceptances & rejections of our carnivorous existence.
What can we say? We are certainly inconsistent.
I might sub Bananas Foster for your tiramisu...
~ OMK
Five foot eight, Danielle wasn't over-tall.
But she was gifted when she got the ball.
She could dribble past even alert defenders,
And pass to taller, showier game enders.
She seldom got the glory of a basket shot.
She could make the ball swish thru the knots,
But moving it up court was her greater skill,
Bringing in victory for her team was her will.
Often overlooked by the fans of her school,
Her coach knew that her play was super cool!
She was a prodigy to behold on the court
Equally as valuable as all in her cohort.
After the season's last game, to her delight,
The net was sheared, awarded her that night!
Since i know little of sports, i hope i didn't make any gaffes with this poem. For instance should she move the ball up or down the court?
Misty , you've probably figured out by now that my couplet had nothing to do with Amish people or culture, but everything to do with the spelling of their name, AMISh.
Wow! Owen, you managed to work all six Jumble words into your Danielle's neat sport experience. This wonderful verse of yours was a 'shear delight.'
Here is what Bing/ChatGPT4 came up with for this word list
Swish, swish, swish
The scissors cut the wool
Glory, glory, glory
The sweater looks so cool
Equate, equate, equate
The math problem is hard
Behold, behold, behold
The answer is on the card
Shear delight, shear delight, shear delight
The poem is done and bright
I hope you like it, I hope you like it
It was fun to write
Owen, I like it! I really like it!
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