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The opening poem should contain all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble and/or Wordle and/or Orijinz.
Comments are welcomed! And couching them in Poetry is NOT required.
Do not explicitly reveal any of the actual Jumble or Wordle answer words until after closing time, but embedding them surreptitiously in comment sentences is encouraged.
Comments are welcomed! And couching them in Poetry is NOT required.
Today’s Jumble haiku:
ReplyDelete(When smells form a stench, it kills the appetite.
It is unlikely, under the circumstances, that anyone will…)
“Howl (for) Food (when)…”
A skunk lets untold
pungent odors drift through the
swampy ozone air.
~ OMK
First characters, sniffing keenly, usually notice kick.
ReplyDeleteA polecat has been near, and a predator left quick.
Wordle 844 5/6
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🐈🐈🐈🦨🐈
🐈🐈🐈🦨🙀
🦨🙀🐈🦨🐈
🦨🦨🦨🦨🦨
"Critters"
ReplyDeleteThe weather began to lift
once the ozone layer did drift.
The swampy field was no longer cold
and the number of critters
playing there was untold.
The good weather put all of them in a good mood,
and a variety of fowl all produced a new brood.
Your poem, Misty, neatly traces how nature triggers optimism, as when we say the weather “takes a turn for the better.”
ReplyDelete~ OMK
Deciding which creatures to feed out of the many given to us this week in W and J puzzles, we may be left standing in the pet food area deciding to get -
ReplyDeleteIn Owl (or Moo) Food
This week the words we’re given,
Have seemed to drift from heaven,
With skunks scenting the ozone layer,
And sprayed dogs saying a prayer,
Scenic snails in a swampy place
Leaving slimy trials as they move apace.
Now if we have to give them food,
We may be in a foul mood.
What an idyllic nature picture we paint today with all our poems. But our poems cannot give the reader the odour that emanates in real life from our critters. We have painted with our words various still life pictures, and left the other senses to the imagination. Misty has also added changes in temperature, and the tactile imagery of those fluffy baby ducks, chicken or geese.
ReplyDeleteLovely!
Bravo all!
Orijinz:
ReplyDeleteAugustus Caesar, that's the guy*,
Tried to make the seasons fly
Like leaves in Fall.
The months would crawl.
Sextilis would see Summer go by!
* His dad actually did it, but Augustus had a say in it.
Cool, Owen, but were you referring to Julius as Augustus’ dad in your footnote?
ReplyDelete~ OMK
CEh! ~ Your poem emphasizes the contrast between the earthy, stinky sensations and the heavenly references evoked by this week’s given words. I suppose they are selected for us by some randomizing process.
ReplyDeleteBut sometimes I can’t help wondering if there isn’t a sneaky little guy, somewhere in the works—a mental gremlin who takes delight in lowering his thumb onto the scale.
~ OMK
Julius was Augustus' adopted father, the blood relationship a bit tangled.
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