| | minor, armor, convex, simile, roomers.
| gerbil, driver, digest, afloat, hungry, unload, in this day and age.
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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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Clementine was just a minor miner on the Moon,
A wildcatter in her search for the metal, zune.
In her spacesuit armor, regolith she searched,
Her intuition for the nuggets unbesmirched!
The topology to find the stuff confused a lot of folks,
The concave crater vexes the perspective it invokes.
A real world simile of the surreal or modern art,
Where things that seem near are really far apart.
When she wasn't making forays to the day-side moon
She shared a habitat where several miners roomed.
They would often ask her for her keen insight
Where to mine the Moon, Earth's mistress of the night!
As he runs on his wire wheel,
In his mind the gerbil thinks
That he's driving a rodent roadster,
On a track where green lights blink!
He eats his gourmet salad
Any time that he feels hungry.
He digests it in placid calm;
No feral cats are getting lunge-y.
Thru his cageëd day he floats
Not a care will cross his mind.
He knows no other beverage,
So his water tastes like wine!
His human slave unloads his chips
When his bed begins to foul.
In this day and age, to be a pet
Is copacetic, is his avowal!
Happy Labor Day weekend, fellow Jumblers!
I was planning to take the night off. But I couldn't resist this simple J4. The clue words and the idea of this poem came easily, so I gave in.
(I'm going to try not looking at the J6!)
"A Junior Plumer"
Edgar was a minor knight, but he was stoked
to have won his plumes & was eager to prove his merit.
He knew he'd erred already, but he hoped
the nobles who knew about such things wouldn't care that
his armor's plating bore concave--opposed
to the usual convex--shields. This meant,
mayhap, that the arrows & lances of his foes
might readily find a more receptive hent.
Alas,
He wished he'd found a better simile
than his chest "kiss-puckered" for his enemy.
~ OMK
No second poem from Ol'Man Keith, but thank you very much for your second one, Owen. I found quite copacetic. (okay, okay, I looked up the word--not sure I ever hear of it),
So, what to say about the second Jumble cartoon. Owen's right to make the GERBIL verbal, what else can you do. I'm pretty sure a gerbil is neither a driver nor a diver, so that limits our options. Couldn't come up with a bad rhyme for digest, let alone one that was best. And gerbils are never afloat on a boat, nor do they wear a coat. Yes, they do get hungry, but they won't wear a dungaree. So no more to unload, since a gerbil is not a toad, and lets not make it lay in a cage in this day and age.
Ol'Man Keith, I just re-read your Jumble poem and found it delightful. Hope you'll post one for the second Jumble--the one I get in the paper-too.
Ah, thank you, Miss M.. I appreciate your going back over that lil' epic, as I was especially proud of it. I thought it probably had the most straightforward language I've mustered while sticking with the meter.
I thought it built well to the ripple of the final couplet. I got a kick out of imagining Edgar's concave armor plates like lips puckered up.
(Notice how I say "it" built well; the feeling I get is that these things write themselves, and my job is to get out of the way.)
The only things I would alter? To change the first "knew" to "feared" (line 3) and "his enemy" to "the enemy" (last line).
Your wonderfully sneaky way of giving us poetry in the form of prose is a delight. It furthers my practice of dropping of capitals at the heads of lines.
And why not? It really give you fuller freedom with free verse.
Only disadvantage I see is that you release readers to make their own phrasings. I prefer a little more control.
I won't be doing the J6. Sorry, but I really meant to give myself some time off, and the "Junior Plumer" was an aberration.
We three spent weeks advising Owen to give himself more breaks. I need to take that lesson to heart.
I mustn't let others' expectations turn something fun into a part-time JOB.
~ OMK
As I try to post before my battery gives out…
I had six J's but couldn't quite grok the theme. I was sure I'd need an OMK spoon. But before coming here I gave it one last shot and tada.
Superlative pair of poems Owen. I see OMK is getting advanced, perhaps the TS Eliot reader? I've kind of taken a break partly forced by the J not being kind to the middle ages.
I also quickly solved the four J's from the initial post.
I think I need caffeine to summon Erato. Much like coleridge with opium. Here's a conundrum:
I've been completely clean for years but discovered 0% Heineken. I don't like soda so there was the answer.
Then... I looked at the price* for six and genesee "non" alcoholic was less for 12. So I bought it. And then…
Made an 'agonizing reappraisal'. Finally told my son*: "Drink it up or cook with it".
WC
*The regular Heineken gives three zero alcs for free
Well, we're ending up with a bit of irregular offerings from our company, but all of them a delight. Superb Owen and OMK poems, and a delightful discussion from Wilbur. You sure deserve a break after all your wonderful work every day, Wilbur, and so do you on the poems, and so does faithful Sandy, with no need to check in on a Sunday. Hey, I just realized that this is all perfectly appropriate with Labor Day coming up tomorrow.
So, have a lovely evening, everybody, and a lovely holiday tomorrow.
Well, I did do both jumbles, after a fashion. The j4 was quite easy, and a clever pun, I thought.
The j6 was tougher, and I had quite a hangup on clue 6. The solution totally escaped mw, though I had three of five words, their placement uncertain So I looked it up, and it still doesn't seem like a natural-sounding phrase in that context, which is possibly why I couldn't get it. Read the poems then, and I especially appreciated the way Owen put the j6 solution out there in plain sight. Along with the rest of his clever, flowing verbiage.
"Copacetic" was one of my Mom's favorite words.
It sounded formal, a word to be used on rare occasions, so I guess she thought it funny to use it often.
I always knew what it meant from context. But I just looked it up, to be sure. The dictionary says it means "in good order." But because of my mother's usage, it mens more to me than just that.
As she applied it, it implied a happy, salutary relationship between people, or between people and their surroundings.
All parts getting along hummingly!
~ OMK
The solution should have been ON not In this day and age. But the latter is a common expression .
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