| || money, salad, unfair, cranky, cause for alarm.
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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
Comments are welcomed!
Do not explicitly reveal any of the actual answer words until after closing time, but embedding them surreptitiously in comment sentences is encouraged.
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I wish that I could give a hug to all my online friends,
Reach my arms right thru the screen to where the world ends!
To sit alone within my home may make me seem so cranky
I just want to shout to all who text with me a thank ye!
To many it may seem unfair to sit with naught to do.
And money worries certainly make everything more blue.
But life's a salad of events, gay carrots and sad lettuce.
Cover it with dressing sweet of love for others, let us!
I've been home-bound nigh on two years, for fear of harm.
Back pains and lack of balance have been causes for alarm.
I know that I will fall again, the mystery's only when,
But until then, I'll send my love to each and every online friend!
Sandy (and SwampCat, too, if you're here), I've seen you be quite eloquent in some of your comments, so I think you underestimate yourself. I think you may also gain a different kind of appreciation for our poetry here if you try it for yourself. So I'm going to throw out a challenge to you and any lurkers willing to put themself out for a little bit: a 4-6 line poem using words #3 & 4 of today's Jumble. The solution term for a bonus. And believe it or not, a theme makes it easier, so if you can't think of one on your own, use "hugs" as title/theme.
this is not in response to Owen's challenge to Sandy, but it deals with a theme I think f some relevance.
There are many ways to demonstrate your talent.
Poetry is a job of exacting skill.
Of all the disciplines upon your palette,
Erato’s the art to truly test your will.
Billions nowadays in Eng. Lit. classes
Can boast of knowing how to read and write.
Even the dullest among these lads and lasses
Will sometimes get a verse or two just right.
So if you want approval from the crowd,
You must either incubate each piece with care,
Or spew them out, as rain falls from a cloud,
And hope a few compel beyond compare.
Yes, lavish love on the “One” as the real deal,
Or bet the field, and pray to Fortune’s wheel.
~ OMK
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I visited an old Voodoo shoppe in New Orleans where the one-eyed clerk tried to sell me what he said were monkey heads and other body parts used in traditional magic.
Properly used, he said, these could curse my enemies or bring good things to my friends.
He tried hardest to sell me two paws for a charm that would double my good fortune.
I resisted.
~ OMK
Okay, bud. For better or worse, here goes my depressed effort.
I must admit I'm cranky;
I can see the good nowhere.
Our leadership is skanky,
And the virus so unfair.
Because my kin's at risk of harm
I sit at home in dire alarm.
Bad poetry, but expresses my feelings (some of them at least).
Bravo Sandy, I hope versifying your feelings - very well I may add - has cheered you up.
Without further ado:
Off the party road over hills and streams
Grasslands like bountiful salad for ponies.
On the third day as dusk came and stars gleamed
Birds chirped and the rustling of coneys
Was no cause for alarm. Food was dwindling
Dwarves were cranky and no longer funny.
They stopped by a brook and searched for kindling
They had mountains and miles from here to their money.
Just when Bilbo began to despair
And moped about how life was unfair
He glimpsed creatures in the trees swinging
And was glad and happy to hear elves singing.
WC
And a bravo to you Keith. I recall poetic effort(s?) by you in the past. As Sherlock once said, "My blushes". Actually, Holmes thought HE'D received the compliment. I say it humbly.
I think only #3 gave me any problems earlier this morning. I did something stupid last evening. I grabbed a McDonald's iced tea and it jazzed me up good and I paid for it with restless sleep.
And laying around does indeed bring depression. Perhaps solving the crossword will perk me up. My little doggerel helped.
Think happy thoughts everyone and I pray your family stays safe, Sandy.
WC
What wonderful verses
Your talent disburses,
Your gifts just amaze
And merit our praise.
So for Wilbur, Sandy, and Owen,
I bless each fabulous poem,
And to you too, Ol'Man Keith,
I offer a laurel wreath.
My goodness, Owen. Look what you started!
Thank you, Wilbur, and Misty too.
Please let me return the kudos to you!
And as for brief & witty expression,
You, Sandy, despite your depression,
Deserve a "ten"!
(Can I get an Amen?)
~ OMK
Omk:😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊
Wow , I'm so impressed with the poetry Owen elicited today. I'm assigning Sandy the next chapter of the Hobbit and then Misty can follow up .
Okay, just kidding.
C'est bon amis et amies . I'm thrilled to know all of you.
XXX
WC
You know, Wilbur, I suspect that you're a very nice person.
Sandy, I'm going to be thinking of that all night eg Am I or am I not. 40 years ago I made an "Agonizing Reappraisal" and a decision to change. It's an uphill battle, my "Hyde" side lurks.
I'm a Vietnam Marine Vet and to survive mentally I completely detached my feelings from and of everyone. A bit of a Dostoevskian nihilist.
I did something very nice a few weeks ago. Naturally. Simultaneously, something I'd done two years ago came to fruition during that same two weeks. Go figure.
I accept your compliment graciously. Ah, the bennie's of anonymity.
Wilbur
Oh my! I’m overwhelmed by all this talent. Look what you nurtured Owen! Or maybe you just let the dawgs out.
I’ll try to come up with something but my mind seems to have died right now. Maybe tomorrow...or I could have another glass of wine! We’ll see.
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