| || perky, wring, longer, sonata, networking.
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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.
16 comments:
Tennis! Yay!! Thiem won his match, btw.
I guarantee you, these guys look like rank amateurs, weekend hackers. But obviously they have other motives. Standing at the net talking business instead of working on their games! Tsk, tsk.
Glad you enjoyed your match, Sandy ~ and that the outcome was to your satisfaction.
I never caught the tennis bug. Sorry to miss out on the pleasure.
"Birdie-Jerking"
I should write a sonata about
the joys of silence, when nary a shout
nor an outsize murmur can disturb
my meditation. Any noise will perturb
me--even from my pet, my perky
l'il songbird. Mainly she's a herky -jerky
cutie, but sometimes I just oughtta wring
her feathered neck--& (heheh) she'll no longer sing!
Oh, I take it back. Bite my tongue!
Sing your heart out, Callas!-- Blow a lung!
~ OMK
Another easy solve, from the words through the solution.
"Sonata" was the outlier. I usually see one word that sticks out as the oddball, the one that may be hard to fit into a simple narrative.
Then I look to see if I can use it as the subject or frame for a little story.
Yesterday the word was "Bettor."
Today's carton did make the guys look like hackers, like wimps. I felt a pang for the ball, just sitting there, unloved.
I guess they're supposed to be playing on grass. I worried at the effort that went into splashing all that green color on the ground, those big awkward splotches between the white lines.
~ OMK
Becky, looking for employ,
Thought networking her best ploy.
A perky girl with lots of friends
Her job hunt should quickly end.
First she had to let them know,
Then wring them for places to go.
She could stay at home no longer,
Wanted income, and to wander.
A travel agent seemed ideal.
Cruises as a perk were real.
Visit La Scala, see an opera,
Or listen to a Bach sonata!
Erratum:
8th line should be, "her feathered neck--& birdie-no-sing!"
~ OMK
Glad to see you back, Owen. Enjoyed both poems, and I don't know if the sentiment in your poem is personal or not, OMK, but I can certainly empathize with it either way. You would think a senior citizens' complex spread out over landscaped acres would be quiet and peaceful, but there are so many types of recurring noise it's hard to believe.
The U.S.Open is almost over; women's singles final this pm and men's tomorrow. It's been a very quiet tournament with empty stands.
Erratum Error:
Make that 8th line, "Birdie's neck--& no-longer-sing!"
It's semi-personal, Sandy ~ Our neighborhood is pretty quiet, but some days it's the leaf blowers & on others it's that we seem to be under the small craft flight path into John Wayne airport.
As for the songbird, she's not a current prob. But I remember my Mom's canaries. And her budgies & cockatiels.
I exempt my own barking dogs from my blood lust. I wonder if my neighbors are as generous...
~ OMK
You hit a nerve, OMK. I'm under the Long Beach Airport flight path, which is not doing a lot of flights since the pandemic, but also next door to the Los Alamitos Naval Air Station. They seem to be doing more training than ever, roaring low overhead at all hours. Gardeners with noisy machines, yes. And so many residents seem to have small excitable dogs!
Whine, whine! I'll stop now.
"Lousy Morning"
I'm not feeling very perky,
so this poem will be jerky
with no good rhymes to fling.
And so my hands I wring.
Even working at it longer
I'm just a poem monger,
so you won't get a sonata
or even a cantata.
My apologies for jerking
rather than get working.
Easy J today, fun poems. Can't do much networking in tennis, Golf is the sport for that.
Re. Pet bird(s) there was this
A bevy of conures for a perch would use any prong
They were a happy jovial trio, they all got along
Rose was a gentle bird, Fire was the boss
Eos was a green-cheek, chirpy and full of sauce
Then one fine day Fire's visage grew dark and grim
For another green-cheek had arrived. "Who invited HIM"
"There's barely food enough for three, I beg your pardon"
"This newb is no more welcome than a gopher in the garden"
Poor Turkey for that was his parrot moniker
Had to listen to the gripes from dawn to dinner
Tune in tommorow for more of this gripping narration
Meantime, poor Wilbur has to abide with the commotion
*****
Another massively poetic day on the blog. If I could feel shamed by my lack, I would, but I can't so I don't.
BTW, Wilbur, just read your poem and really enjoyed the story so far...
Sandy, that was a repeat from 6/9/20. I could have edited in PERKY for chirpy.
And I recall done efforts from you earlier which showed talent. But as Owen has said, Erato has to come and perch. Speaking of birds.
Owen got me thinking of a gal who left corporate life and opened a Travel Agency. This may have come but a few years ahead of the travel websites.
But twenty years later I saw that the niche was filled by group travel which depended on an agent merging bus, cruise, sometimes air and organizing tour activities.
WC
Yay, Naomi Osaka!
Dear Poem-Monger Misty ~ I hope "Lousy Morning" was not referring to your actual morning.
Bravo! for continuing to rhyme the key words, even when they are as unyielding as "Sonata."
(I thought of pulling another tongue-twister and mis-speaking "sonnet" as "sonata," but it got too complicated.)
As you can tell, my usual way of rhyming is to bury the clues internally, so I can place easier-rhymers at the end of lines.
"Perky" and "wring" were easy enough.
You might want to vary some, just to give yourself more leeway, make life easier--and to disguise your hints.
~ OMK
Sorry, Sandy ~ Nothing is as loud as a low-flying jet engine.
But a barking dog may be more persistent.
~ OMK
The aforesaid birds out on the front porch can make quite a racket. They don't get out there until late morning and by then the mowers and weed-whackers have been at it
WC
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