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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.
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Bruno imagined the arc he thought the buzzing tormentor was flying & he prepared to whack it, silently praying that it would...
"Not Go Straight!"
It's a wasp, thought Bruno, circling my ear.
If I wave it off, will it think I'm attacking?
It flits about, from here to here,
as if on full auto (with agency lacking).
I got stung last year when I made the wrong call.
I used coupons to buy a Bug Balm (with aloe).
I no longer have coupons, so hope for a small,
brittle break, that its orbit be slow & shallow.
Or better, thought Bruno, it's no wasp at all,
but merely tinnitus, with a false insect call!
~OMK
They're all there, Misty, but you'll have to search for them
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[Chet's sponsor opines]
Lois, when you brought Chet over I was stung by his demeanor
'Is this one of those agency referrals", I said, I was sure
We had another one chip wonder, I was naturally wary
It seems they stay for a bit, disappear later we read their Obituary
Chets chances, too, seemed not so great, I hoped he'd stay a bit
Or perhaps he'd prosper as he did, on that I'd say "Quite a coup"
For his chances were not so great unless he was willing to commit,
Accept what we offer, surrender his will and see the process through
WC
"Better Job"
Arthur worked for an agency
whose products were sold too expensively.
They often came with a coupon--
but that was only a con.
Customers often felt stung
by those costs beyond their rung.
No, the agency was not so great,
and Arthur could no longer wait.
With its prices way out of orbit,
he finally decided to quit.
His new job has more moral clarity,
for he now works for a charity.
When it comes to nailing all the clues
nobody beats Misty , who usually hews
to rhyming her hints quite clearly.
Ol' Wilbur comes nearly
as close as she.
But then, while he,
meaning well, lays claim to being thorough,
he's been known to slip in the role of word hero.
We fear an "obit" is hardly the same
as an "orbit." Not meaning to blame
a soul for cheating,
we ascribe the error to a simple misreading.
~ OMK
Wilbur ~ I hadn't realized (remembered?) that Lois introduced Chet to his sponsor.
Looks like the sponsor (John?) did not have such a good opinion of Chet's potential, not at the start. I wonder what led him to take him on?
Wow, Misty ~ Arthur went through quite an arc. His initial agency seems to have been the kind of rotten make-a-quick-buck corporation that gives Capitalism a bad name. Good to see that Arthur wasn't a big exec with that company.
And even better to see he got out!
~ OMK
Ol' Man Keith--
So glad Bruno could deflect
that small but amazing insect.
Wait, he had no need to fear,
it was just a noise in his ear.
Bruno, you're both very plucky,
and very, very lucky.
Wilbur, I'm not a nit,
I saw how you misused ORBIT.
And I'll also give you your dues
for tacking ON one of those COUPs.
Mes ami(e)s, this was my ORBIT ref:
It seems they stay fOR a BIT
And...
COUP and ON are juxtaposed when read on my cell phone
WC
Nice little poem,
neat little verse,
Misty, you know em-
bracingly terse,
economical usage
is exactly the dosage
I most admire.
You light a fire,
a brilliant bright pyre,
in sending Wilbur a ditty,
that's far from 'arf-witty.
~ OMK
Dear Wilbur ~
Please know this isn't meant as a whip,
but in the spirit of fellowship...
We can take some word splitting w/o quitting,
but they don't always work.
You need to raise a smile
(all things admitting),
not score a smirk.
And we're ready to accept an allusion, dear friend,
and understand your intention was fair.
But this was a clunker. On a scale, one to ten,
it hit somewhere minus--w/o a prayer.
We hope a "hint" may offer a clue
that a seeker for help can actually use,
not to flaunt & over-think how you
might hide words in language more abstruse.
~ OMK
Wonderful, wonderful, but, guys--I'm totally rhymed out for the day.
Just thought it was time for ordinary regular chatting to say how much fun it is to work with everybody on this blog.
I collect and save all of my verses, and today I looked for something and realized that I started collecting them in February 2021.
So just in the last five months I've collected 150 verses I've written. Have you all done the same?
I've asked my son and family and Dad and brother if they'd like to see them every day and they politely made it clear that no, the last thing they need is to read a poem every day. So what will happen to all these poems?
How are you all dealing with this? I'm just curious?
No need to answer unless and until you feel up to a response. And have a great weekend!
You give us plenty of good cheer, Misty, and now a good reason to pause and reëxamine how we handle the poetry we write on the site.
But first, I want to apologize to Wilbur.
As I re-read my critique above, I see I over-stepped my bounds. The pedant in me sometimes forgets we're each free to interpret this game as we will.
Wilbur, I should certainly not have used "We" in expressing a personal opinion.
My message was merely my own. I don't mean to speak for others, certainly not for Owen, and I truly regret sounding off. Please forgive me.
As for collecting my share of the poetry here, I have not made any effort. Not yet anyway. I have most of the cyber scratch sheets I wrote them on, spread over 34 pages on the "Notes" app on my iPad. Other than that, I know that when I have had occasion to look back on this site, everything seems to still reside here in good order.
Except for sentimental reasons, I can't think of any use for them. They served their purpose on the given day. In hindsight, I reckon I "like"--or can tolerate-- about one of them every ten days or so.
I occasionally share a few lines with my wife--verbally--if I feel proud of an idea or a "clever phrase." But your experience with your family, Misty, tells you why I have not invited any others of my kin to partake.
Not yet anyway.
~ OMK
Appreciate your kind response, OMK--many thanks. (And thanks for not responding with a poem).
I've been compiling all my puzzle poems since I started doing them on the CC in monthly files, along with comments (my EgoBoo files), and then combining them into 3-month books (with comments stripped) that I would really like to publish some day. I'm up to 22 volumes of crossword poems (~90 pages worth), and about 11 of Jumble poems since this blog was started July 9, 2918 (we have a birthday coming up!). Plus my jigsaw poems are up to 566, so together with my artwork would make at least two coffee-table books. Ah, to be discovered some day (probably posthumously)! I have been prodigiously procrastinating on editing them into form I could try to self-publish. That would probably be futile anyway, since I've jinxed everything I've ever tried to sell in the past.
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