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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
Comments are welcomed! And couching them in Poetry is definitely NOT required.
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:
Fln, Misty if you were in Marine Basic you'd recognize the bugles used to waken recruits at 530 am. Dadum didada, Dadum didada
I'll reread Monday's poems later
Travel day Monday, business on the way.
WC
My apologies. I didn't mean for this to become so full of itself, with such sordid detail.
I believe the Germans call this Galagenhumor..
Not sure about the "humor" part...
"Chuckle Clown*"
The medical examiner upended the corpse
to see if decay was equally spread.
Eider from the pillow the killer had used
was a giveaway sign that spoke for the dead.
He beckoned his assistant to witness the removal
of feathers as evidence, per the DA's approval,
and to measure the down & the dead man's lividity
as comical markers of flaccidity or rigidity.
~ OMK
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*Coroner's edition
Sandy's been waiting on pins and needles for this..
[Lois continues her tale about finally coming to AA]
As I entered the halls I was met by smiling faces and a warm hello
A lovely lady beckoned me over , "Come sweetheart, tell me your tale of woe"
She sat me down on a soft, pillowed seat: "We'll show you a better way"
Any way was better than mine, a life of hopelessness and decay.
"With the help of a Higher Power and prayer you can upend your life
Just buckle down, follow the suggestions and end that bitter strife"
WC
So Lois found a haven in AA. And clearly it worked. Glad for her, Wilbur. I hope Chet and Lois live happily ever after, but, of course, 'ever after' comes a day at a time.
"Friendship"
Franny needed a friend
to help her depression to end.
She worried every day
that she was heading toward decay.
So when Doris visited one day
she said to Franny "No way.
I'm going to buy you a pillow,
to help you relax and to know
I'm a friend who will help stop your woe."
Soon for Franny hope began to beckon,
learning people cared, and she could reckon
that her own thanks her life would lighten,
and slowly her future brighten.
What she had to do was stop her frown
and cheer up, and buckle down.
And so, her depression ended
because her courage had mended
thanks to Doris, whose kindness she befriended.
FLN, WC & Misty ~ I recognized the sound of "Reveille" right away, although I was never a Marine (Non fi, versus semper fi?).
We heard it every morning in Boy Scout camp, not quite as early as 5:30.
But it wasn't the bugle call that woke us.
It was the sound of a blunt needle hitting the well-worn groove on the old 78 rpm record, and the swishing noise of one or two noisy revolutions before the bugle call kicked in.
THAT'S what woke us up.
Kids today, with their clean, clear sounds of digital perfection, must miss out on that historical treat, the swish/swish of old-timey vinyl discs.
Ah, history...
~ OMK
Follow up for Misty & WC ~
I swear everybody is improving day by day, verse by verse.
I guess it is a truism, but one worth its salt:
Practice Makes Perfect.
Wilbur ~ Lois's voice is clear and metrically compelling. Fun to read aloud. I can easily visualize her encounter with AA's "lovely lady."
I doubt anybody could resist that promise of a "better way," even though we understand it must be conditional.
Thanks for taking us back in time.
Misty ~ I particularly enjoyed your wrapping your thoughts around the line endings. What are a few "mills" when the sense is so clear and compelling?
And thank you for providing an upbeat vision despite clue words like "Upend," "Down," and "Decay." Obviously, I wasn't able to shake off a morbid interp, but you found the way!
~ OMK
OMK, re. "Vinyl" here's one from a month ago
Bison**,Vinyl,Easily,Larger;
Sibling revelry
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Eventually Chet met an old timer and they talked.
"Yes", he said, "The Steps seemed daunting, at some we balked".
He'd been sober for years. "Heck, we were still listening to vinyl".
He easily put my fears to rest. "I hope you'll stay awhile".
He reveled in stories of his past. "My siblings and I were uncouth."
His weren't the first tales I'd hear of misspent youth.
He was a larger than life persona. "Before I say goodbye son,
I want you to think long and hard on the content of Step One ."
WC
Btw, you must be a CSI MAVEN* to talk about coroner peccadillos.
And...
Nice to know there are friends like Doris
Whenever we're down they're always there for us
Whether the pain is mental or physical
Kind words or a cushion spell:
"I'm there for you pal"
WC
*c. Recent CC
**Did you see how clever e Ray I slipped this in?
Truth is, WC, I never watched any of the CSI franchise.
What I know of autopsies I must've learned from David McCallum--as "Ducky" on NCIS.
I don't think there was much to chuckle at in my poem today, Galagen or otherwise.
I was hinting--vaguely--at postmortem tumescence, which can only be funny to a confirmed necrophiliac. Gaargh!
Thanks for the re-play--and yes, I especially enjoyed how you slipped "Bison" in.
Très amusant. Assez drôle.
~ OMK
Ol' Man Keith, remarkable verse making a sad subject comical. I looked up 'galagenhumor" in my German dictionary and found only Galgenhumor--meaning "gallows humor." Very fitting for your verse about death, but thank goodness your poor corpse appears to have succumbed only to suffocation by too many feathers from his pillow--not by a public execution. I guess that does sort of making him a Chuckle Clown, doesn't it?
And thank you for your kind comments about keeping my gals upbeat in spite of all the downs.
Wilbur, I just loved your sweet verse about the kind lady offering the narrator a comfortable seat, and promising to help him get a better life. Gentle and moving.
And there they were--all the Jumble words and the solution--woven in unobtrusively.
Great job!
Thanks, Misty ~ but I considered my corpse to have met an untimely even though he evaded the gallows. Neither did he accidentally suffocate.
In fact he was the victim of a murder.
Sorry that this wasn't clear in my designating the eider as coming from "the pillow the killer had used."
~ OMK
For tomorrow, Manuca honey is made by European honeybees from the pollen of the manuca plant, a New Zealand shrub. It seems to be the equal of CBD in miraculous healing qualities. Google found it available from $70/oz ($499.99 for a 7.1 ounce jar) down to $5/oz in bulk.
Owen ~
Huh?
What is your interest in this honey?
~ OMK
Oops, sorry OMK. I guess I was so set on a cheerful Chuckle poem that I just blanked out the pillow as a murder weapon. Oh well, I'm just not conditioned to deal with brutal or violent crimes and murders. (And maybe wasn't expecting them on a Jumble blog either, but it's good for me to get adjusted to real life and serious fiction and not just happy fantasies).
Owen, I assumethat when we see the jumble tomorrow (and/or your poem?), we'll know why the Manuca honey info?
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