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Today’s Jumble haiku:
(Some parents of hyperactive children say they only need to be kept on their medication, and then they can be allowed freedom of activity, while…)
“To (truly) Heal… ”
Mental health agents
say we should keep them all well
tethered till older.
~ OMK
I nearly fell _ _ _ _ _ on my face
Wordle 852 4/6*
⬜⬜🟨⬜⬜
🟨🟨🟨⬜⬜
🟨🟨🟨⬜⬜
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
Onomatopopic
Is todays word to pic.
Should a fumble
Cause a tumble
Splot would get an A for Opic!
Wordle 852 4/6
🎆🫗🫗🫗❇️
🫗🎆🫗🎆❇️
🫗🎆🎆🎆❇️
❇️❇️❇️❇️❇️
The O took me 1:41 today. I wanted Regard (too short) and Reflect first.
Orijinz
One needs to appreciate the wondrous thing that is the human body, and give it some
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
All I’m askin’
As I grow older
Is health and happiness.
Or may I be bolder
And tether my positiveness
On the ability to heal;
So if I go splat and reel
From catching my heel,
I will not be the agent
Of my own downfall.
I had Research first, still managed it in .54.
Once that timer hits 1 minute, the pressure kicks in.
~ OMK
A very sensible wish for aging, CEh, and well expressed!
Sadly, I believe a minority achieve such a balance. Healing is rarely attained.
My own experience says we are lucky if we find remissions from whatever chronic ailments ambush us.
~ OMK
"Pet Appeal"
Agatha worked as an agent,
which helped her pay her rent.
As she was getting older,
she wanted her health to stay well.
So she decided to be bolder
and did some more products sell.
With this income she bought a setter,
a sweet dog, she hated to tether.
So she walked him heel to heel
and then fed him a healthy meal.
The pup soon all her neighbors met,
and they were happy she had a pet.
I enjoyed your "Pet Appeal," Misty, as a kind of idealized pet experience. It helped me imagine--or remember!--how pleasant it used to be to walk my old retriever without a leash.
Ah, but we mustn't do that any more. Not with the danger to the dog on one hand (from fast-moving coyotes) and OTOH the rules up here in our neighborhood.
No, you wouldn't dare walk a freed setter on the street below us, where some hysterically canine-averse people dwell.
But we can dream, can't we?
~ OMK
Misty- what a lovely poem about Agatha (where do you get your names?). I’m not sure what she was selling as an agent, but she did well. I liked your use of “heel to heel” to describe walking the dog. And you varied your rhyme scheme in the first verse. Bravo!
OMK- yes, treatment protocols for children with ADHD can vary. Great haiku using all the J words. I liked your title. IMHO all children may benefit by being tethered (if you interpret that to be well-grounded, prepared and guided at each stage of their development). And perhaps most importantly, knowing they are loved.
Owen- I enjoyed your W poem and the reminder of the onomatopoeic sound.
This week I have been experimenting with writing the 3rd (last) line of my haiku first.
I'm trying to give the ending more--what's the word I want?--maybe "impact."
Part of the Japanese art is to ease the reader into some kind of flip or twist at the end. I haven't been paying much attention to this, as it is usually hard enough to jam a theme into 17 syllables.
But I think today's is the most successful so far.
I'll keep trying.
~ OMK
You are kinder than I am, CanadianEh!
I am afraid I had no such thinking as equating "tethered" with being guided and, er... loved.
I was too fond of the gag, I think, just imagining tying the little monsters up.
~ OMK
Ol' Man Keith, I found your haiku this morning delightful, many thanks. And thank you for your kind comments about my verse, along with your nice anecdote about your sweet retriever. What was his name? I miss my dachshunds ('Dusty' and 'Misty') too, but both were taken out by coyotes from my back yard, so I couldn't risk having any more pet dogs. Now all I have is the 70 year old turtle ('Gophie') that Rowland got when he was 22 years old and who still lives in her pen here. She's not very friendly and looks as though she's coming over to bite me when I bring her her lettuce and watermelon breakfast and lunch every day.
Owen, I liked your 'tumble' and 'fumble' verse.
And, CanadianEh!, your poem was an absolutely cheerful pleasure, and I will pray that you will never go "splat and reel"--never. And thank you for your kind words about my poem too. I usually try to create the first names in my verses from the Jumble word that appears in my first line. This morning the word was "agent" and so "Agatha" came to mind as a suitable name. So thank you again for your kind words.
Thanks, Misty. I don't think I have mentioned that retriever before.
It was a Golden, and a she. She was the first dog I had in Irvine, and her name was "Lady." Not very imaginative, but I've always liked the name, as if it elevates a female canine to a British peerage!
Yes, she was a trustworthy pet, and often roamed off line. I loved watching her run free in our large commons area south of the UCI campus. Sometimes chasing squirrels--which she could never catch.
She used to bring me my morning paper and seemed to take great pride in putting it right in my lap.
I had her from a breeder when she was just a few months old. She lived till she was 14, all the years I lived on Schubert Ct. She came with us when we moved to Perkins Ct. But she only lasted another year in the new place.
Time was running short for her when I saw she no longer wanted to climb the stairs to sleep at the foot of our bed.
I still miss that good ol' gal.
~ OMK
Enjoyed our chat,
now where's my hat?
Stay cool, Cat!
See ya! Ciao!
and all a' that!
Later, Gater!
Time to ... SPLIT!
(How's that for a rhyme scheme, guys?)
~ OMK
Pretty cool, OMK.
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