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Wednesday, October 14, 2020

Oct. 14, 2020

|| || glade, prong, cashew, eyeful, "fowl" language.
Image from the Internet.

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.

11 comments:

Ol' Man Keith said...

"Code of the Coddy-Moddy "
He used the prong of his Lexi to push back the bast
that opened to the glade they'd been seeking.
Here it was! the great giant cashew at last--
the tree with the apples and nuts that were peeking
through broad yellow leaves and pink flowers,
the beautiful eyeful they'd been hunting for hours.
~ OMK

Misty said...

"Romantic Date"

Their date took them to a glade
where they drank some cool lemonade,
and ate a tasty cashew,
what a great way to woo.
He found her an eyeful
that made his heart joyful.
She decided to prong
his love with a song,
that was not a bit fowl
with no hint of a growl.
They then shared a sandwich
and some magical language.
The result of their date
was to marry their mate.

Misty said...

So my poems get worse?
Hey, it may be a curse.

Ol' Man Keith said...


LOL, Misty!
I can practice the same self-denigration
in my own peroration.
If you want a real howler,
mine's not written so foul
as by Fowler.
~ OMK

Wilbur Charles said...

As usual #3 needed work but the riddle-solution completely escaped me. Until...
I took a page from Keith's book and put all the vowels on top and consonants below and
Rhyming with vowel I couldn't go wrong
The language allowed me to cash in
One eyeful told me my guess must belong
You can see that rhyming's my passion.

But one more J was still in the shade
Where the grass grows in the green glade.

Misty said...

I must say, dear Ol'Men Keith,
your response cracked me up.
No problem if a little brief,
at least it backed me up.

And Wilbur, your poem, like Keith's,
deserves an honorable mention.
Wait, wait, both deserve so much more--
how about a generous pension!

Misty said...

Many thanks, Keith, on your advice on how to print in bold letters on this blog.

Here's my effort:

Misty I'm afraid it's not doing it. Am I doing something wrong?
Misty still not working. Let me know what the problem is.

Misty said...

Hey, it worked! After I loaded it! Thank you, Ol' Man Keith

Ol' Man Keith said...

Ah, Ms. Misty ~ You're more than welcome.
And how nice to see my own name leaping forth, all dark & prominent.

I enjoyed your "cursed" poem today. I'm detecting another signature difference in your verses, different from mine anyway.
I may vary from time to time, but I suppose a main focus of mine is on the "experiential." Maybe it is from my experience as an actor, learning to be "in the moment."
My opus today deals with just one instant in time, how it feels in the moment of discovering that beautiful tree in the glade.
Your work develops from following where the rhymes will go, and in doing so you create a mini-plot, a story with an arc to it.

Lessee, where does Wilbur fit in this formulation? It is hard to say because he has such a large body of work, real epics from Hobbits to Knights.
But maybe he would say his original work emphasizes the exploration of form, how it is as a poet to be tackling the challenges of versifying.
His piece today fits that description. He's playing with something I like to do when I am going for a solution hint, using rhyme. Here he is using rhyme rather than direct statement for the clue words--or most of them, anyway.
~ OMK

Ol' Man Keith said...

BTW, I got a kick out of my title words today. It was just yesterday that the email that delivers my daily new word from the OED sent me "coddy-moddy," defined as a "young gull."
And then today--quelle coïncidence!--I needed hint words for the solution, for how a gull expresses itself.

Perfect!? Well, nearly...
~ OMK

Wilbur Charles said...

So OMK, was "bast," last week? Let's see:noun: strong woody fibers obtained especially from the phloem of from various plants. I guess your protagonist pushed through a layer of fronds to get into the glade.

Yes, I let the rhyming carry me. I guess the poems would have given away the J words. Mine was better suited to a 3am effort where mere hints are looked for.

The third j word is the tricky one this week. CASHEW, LOTION.

I got the riddle-solution just in the nick of time this morning.

. WC