| || grove, trend, behave, frenzy, never forget.
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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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How do I get into the grove
To write cool verses that will move
Readers to act on what's in me
With behaviors at a frenzy?
How can I get them to attend
The mood I want to be a trend?
I knew it once, I knew it well --
But I've forgotten, sad to tell.
Once it was so crystal clear,
That I'd forget, I had no fear.
Never did it occur to me
Some day I'd face senility.
It's Memorial Day, everyone!
Wishing you all Good Memories.
A poignant poem, Owen ~ beautifully expressed.
Let's hope its fear holds no prophetic power for present company.
Time for the Dubbing
Apologies for the delay. I tossed out several of my earliest ideas for the title as unworthy of Owen’s special mastery and strength.
Then I tried rhyming some adjectives that seemed to suit him. I stumbled onto a four-beat ditty that I enjoy.
I now submit the following as the “First Runner Up”:
Sapient, Radiant,
Glowin’ Owen!
But while this may be memorable and even somewhat charming, it is a wee bit familiar for a true honorific. Even as it grew into my latest earworm, I wanted something with more power.
The founder and leader should feel our respect--in a title that is commanding and succinct. I started thinking in tribal terms, with our chief as the most prolific and brilliant poet & jumbler.
His name is of Celtic origin, Irish or maybe Welsh.
Being one quarter Welsh myself (thanks to my mother’s mom from Ebbw Vale), I latched onto that mark of kinship and found a translation of the title often given to a chieftain.
As soon as I found it, I could easily imagine it being bestowed on a powerful bard at the national arts festival of Wales, the Eisteddfod.
I shall leave it to him whether to accept it, but here goes!
I hereby dub thee:
Owen y Mowren
Translation: “Owen the Hammer.” The Welsh pronounced to rhyme: “Owen ee Mow[as in mowing a lawn]-ren.”
The Hammer is metaphoric as the most powerful of war instruments, one capable of subduing all rivals, including among fellow artists & writers.
I suppose it also appeals to me as a percussive tool, a reminder of the persuasive force of rhythm.
~ OMK
Today's solution:
Young lovers who play fast & loose with other people's hearts may be unthinking sadists, callously not caring about those they abandon, or whomever torment....
~ OMK
Hmm. I'm hardly a Maccabeus nor a Thor. Maybe closer to a Vulcan buried in a volcano hammering words into doggerel resembling poems. Still, I've been called worse. And I so often feel like I'm using a hammer to craft art that needs a sculptor's scalpel instead.
In this time of illness, we should shun fever, nor get chilled.
Well, there's no doubt Owen is back at the top of his game.
Quick solve today with the message making up for no pun
WC
My goodness, what a barrage of wonderful poetry and wild and crazy dubbing by our terrific team of Owen and Keith. Owen, forget the hammer, and just bask in SAPIENT, RADIANT, GLOWIN', which fits you and your poetry perfectly. See, Ol'Man Keith, you're not such a bad bard yourself, and you both did a lovely job on glossing the sweet cartoon, with phrases I'll never forget.
In contrast to the frenzy of the fierce battle
The humble abode of Beorn had only mooing cattle
And perhaps the bleat of a goat to break the silence.
Bilbo was content to dine and rest at the table from whence
He'd journey back to his humble hobbit abode.
Leaving the grove with Beorn's well behaved farm
animals Gandalf and Bilbo trotted onward fearing no harm
For the journey west was now a peaceful road.
For the trend these days was for peace twixt men
Dwarves and elves. But they must never forget
Lest violence and war with the enemy occur again
With foes devised by evil lords of power yet unmet.
WC
Woohoo! Woohoo, Wilbur. Not only did you work all four words as well as the solution into your lovely Bilbo poem, but you took the whole theme of Memorial Day, our hope that wars will cease and peace will reign, and made that the focus of today's Bilbo story. Simply lovely--many thanks!
Okay, Sandy--we haven't forgotten about you. Would love to hear from you about all this.
Owen ~ I defer to your broken-word Spoonerism of today's solution. Pronunciation aside, it is a more precise and elegant rhyme than mine.
But this is as it should be, no? It is what I expect from our champion, Owen y Mowren!
BTW, speaking of "elegant," I take your point about preferring a "scalpel" to a battle hammer.
Ah, but then, my friend, you are forgetting (or ignoring?) the vast range of the Hammer.
It enccompasses, after all, not just the single heavyweight variety represented by "Mjölnir" and "Stormcaster," but also the wonderfully delicate musical (poetic) dulcimer hammer and the sweet ringing hammers of the Indian Santoor.
Please do not let your first impressions prejudice your use of your new appellation.
~ OMK
What a fine stanza, W.C.! So many neat lines. I don't know why, but I think my favorite is:
"And perhaps the bleat of a goat to break the silence."
It had a calm tone befitting the cessation of hostilities.
May we say, with MacArthur*, "These proceedings are closed"?
~ OMK
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* I know MacArthur was always seen as a prima donna, but during the war he was "my general," corn cob pipe & sunglasses, the hero of most of us kids on the west coast.
Unlike Ike (the "East Coast general," a great administrator), Ol' Mac was a muddy-boots officer.
He stood on the firing line in WWI and waded ashore ("I shall return") in WWII. At Inchon he won Korea for us when all seemed lost.
Too bad he was a Republican.
Still, old soldiers never die...
I recall, perhaps my memory is hazy, but when Bilbo left Hobbiton he remarked to old gaffer Gamgee*, "I shall return".
Whether that was Sam's father or grandfather I'm not sure.
WC
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