| || abide, hello, jigsaw, frozen, "a-fish-ionado".
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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.
19 comments:
Wilbur ~ FLN:
I dunno. I never Kippled.
~ OMK
I know it's fishy of me, but I can't include today's solution anywhere in the poem.
"Biblical"
The memory floats through decades
fixed & frozen
like a still-life passed among dealers.
Or it's a jigsaw, shattered, made
to scatter in a dozen
bits, depending if I'm a believer.
Hello's what I'd said.
Stay with me was her reply.
Please just stay.
"Abide."
~ OMK
"Marriage"
The bride was happy to abide
all the rules that applied
to make marriage a loving ride.
She began each day with 'hello,'
and to keep his spirits mellow,
she played him sweet tunes on her cello.
She loved crazy puzzles like jigsaw
and once drew him a funny pig paw,
then kissed him on his big jaw.
Their encounters were never frozen,
they had, after all, each chosen.
And she loved her sweet aficionado
like a treasure from the Prado.
After decades of solid gold,
they are now over sixty years old,
and each other's devotion still holds,
as in loving arms they enfold.
'Tis a truly lovely--and loving--poem, Misty. I admire your bride's devotion and commitment, and for finding offbeat ways to express how she's thinking of him. The pig paw sketch takes the prize (though it's a hoof, right?).
Favorite rhyme = aficionado/Prado.
Brava!
~ OMK
Misty!
They say it's your birthday,
We're gonna have a good time!
I'm glad it's your birthday:
Happy birthday to ya!
Click, in tribute to you:
Happy Birthday to Misty!
~ OMK
FLN
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat; But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth, When two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the ends of the earth!
Ballad of east and west by Rudyard himself.
Misty , our birthday girl, is back to love and marriage. On the other hand OMK is on an existential kick. It reminded me of this one, free verse, that i wrote after my friend's accident and account thereof
I'll post separately, I already lost a post
Crash. And then the pain
Crash. And then the darkness
Crash. And now the light and now the fight
Begins
Who are these men
Where am I going
Why am I here
Who am I.
And then the struggle and then the void and then the walk
Up the winding ladder through the miasmic clime
There is no hope
There is no strength
I am alone
I am afraid
Let the fight begin.
Because I fight
Because I love
Because I care
Because I strive
Because I am
Me
Where is he
He should be here
He always came
He always gave
He said the words
But he is not here.
But I will forgive
For alone I'm not
Unloved I'm not
And He I placed my trust upon
I trust in still.
And now I am again
Me
The subject of the poem said I had the whole experience of crash, ambulance, OR, ICU exactly right.
My goodness, wonderful Crash poem, Wilbur, so glad you posted it.
And, Ol'Man Keith, many thanks for the kind comments, the sweet verse, and--wow!--the Beatles birthday song--what a delightful surprise!
Many thanks to your both.
Wow, indeed, Wilbur!
Crash is impressive. It feels right, passing through the phases from impact through recovery.
Dramatic in its staccato FX.
Excellent!
Parts of it do seem like my short piece. But I should make it clear that mine is not "free verse." I wanted a form that could present the fleeting nature of an important memory, a "lost" moment that is newly revisited over & over.
I chose a sextet for the search, followed by the memory in a haiku.
Allowing for not-too-perfect rhymes*, you can see that it runs ABC/ABC, then a traditional 5-7-5 haiku. (I split the last line to emphasize the one "biblical" word.
- Yr friendly pedant,
~ OMK
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* I thought exact rhymes would make it too "jingly."
... word. = ... word.)
Here you go Sandy. I've combined four days into a stirring account of battle for the honor of Rebecca daughter of Isaac of York.
Sunday
guise, mourn, divert, innate, (for an) "inn"-vestment
knight, caucus, oxygen, impose, locale, awhile, "snow" place like home
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Monday
hound, impel, misfit, pocket, chime in.
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Tuesday
quest, spoil, disown, stereo, posed questions.
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And today, Wednesday, 12/23/20
abide, hello, jigsaw, frozen, "a-fish-ionado".
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"Hello good Friar, " said Allen a Dale. For the other indeed was Tuck.
"I see you've come to abide awhile".
[Chimed in the Friar,]
"We'll surely see blood with any luck.
A spectacle to divert us though the damsel seems bereft and forlorn.
If she had an ounce of Christan blood her fate I'd surely mourn."
Templestone was the locale on the third day since Rebecca was on trial.
She'd determinedly disowned the calamnies all the while
Never diverting from her vow to die by fire rather than admit
To the accusations posed to her. Of her vestments they'd only permit
A bare gown shorn of lockets and mysterious and arcane writing.
Her last hope, a Champion to salvage her honor or go down fighting.
All the while the caucus of the principal Templars in the guise
Of justice had concurred that the sentence of witchcraft was wise.
It was thus decreed by Beaumanoir, who then laid down the glove
Taken from the pocket of the fated, misfit jewess. Sir Brian moved
With passion, steered his mount by her side. "Lady, all may still be well.
Mount behind me. Freedom is ours though pursued by hounds of hell."
"Sorry to spoil your dreams foul tempter, depart if thou art wise."
Then a knight appeared dashing for the lists and no longer in disguise.
"I , Wilfred of Ivanhoe, defy thee Sir Brian as despoiler and liar.
And will uphold her honor and by aid of Saint George, spare her from the fire".
As the esquires of Sir Brian closed his visor one remarked, "By my ken
The face of our Master is totally flushed and seems lacking oxygen."
And thus, after the clash of lances there lay Sir Brian. An aficionado
Of battle later recounted. "It wasn't by the hand of the Knight Desiderato.
For his face was frozen, a jigsaw of emotions. His face ashen.
A victim to the violence of his own contending passions."
At that point came the thunder of hooves and there riding into the hippodrome
Was none other than King Richard. "The East is fine but there's no place like home"
WC
Did I get 22 J's and five riddle-solutions?
Wow, Wilbur, that must have been taken a lot of work. Congratulations!
As for the story, you wrapped a lot of plot into it this time. I really enjoyed reading it. I do appreciate your efforts.
Wow! Wilbur, amazing saga, narrative and rhymes. I can't believe you rhymed aficianado with Knight Desiderato! Wow! An impressive gift to us today!
Wilbur, ok if I admire Rebecca more than anyone else?
A most engaging section of the Ivanhoe story, Wilbur, and brilliantly handled! The lead up to the fight builds the danger and even more sympathy for Rebecca.
Her stand against temptation registers a pure Regency sensibility, her faith fully displayed.
I have to say the phrase, “after the clash of lances,” is a mighty slick way of avoiding the bloody details.
~ OMK
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