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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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The students knelt at the Master's feet,
To savor the wisdom he would impart.
The spiritual universe was his beat,
He knew better than anyone, its heart.
"Nearly anyone can become a master.
Practice will give whatever you demand.
But practicing wrong leads to disaster!
Value your critics more than any fan!
Do it right, and do it with love,
But do it always, and never shirk!
Practice is hard, by the heavens above,
Tho you feel all in, do the day's work."
Actually I chuckled at this solution. Kind of makes you anthropomorphize the Earth, but just for fun.
FLN: Misty ~ Be sure you've seen Owen's last post to you last night.
He advises you to split your poem in two and to try posting the parts separately. This makes sense because you may have accidentally included something in your content that interferes with publishing, and breaking it into parts will isolate it.
If the problem persists, please email your poem, in original format, to him and to me. One of us may be able to spot something that's causing the difficulty.
~ OMK
"Courtship"
To propose to his bride, Ken knelt
and offered a ring of some wealth
which made Katherine's heart melt.
The ring had cost Ken some real labor,
like mowing the lawn for a neighbor--
a chore he did not really savor.
But he did these chores quite cheerily,
not 'nearly' or 'merely' but really!
In the end, Ken's wisdom was a perk
that made love more than just a day's work.
His love still brings Katherine to tears:
they've now been married for twenty years.
Some true wisdom from Owen today.
The repetition of practice, practice, practice will train both the thought and the muscle memory of many an animal species. It is how we drill to become concert pianists and how we train dancing bears.
Isn't it a marvel and a blessing that we seem to be the only species that can set the regimen for ourselves?
OK, here's today's haiku in response to the Jumble.
First, the title:
If the gods were sadists, this could be...
"All in the Praise (of) Smirk"
And now, the poem:
He knelt to savor
the wisdom that comes with prayer.
It nearly arrived.
~ OMK
I quite like the shape of "Courtship," Misty.
Some lines seem a bit longer than customary, and the variation of triplet and couplets is pleasant, supporting a cozy feeling toward Ken & Katherine. No obstacles to overcome.
I admire the couplet tag to the 2nd stanza! He must be an industrious mower of lawns to afford such an expensive ring.
~ OMK
Liked your brief poem, Ol' Man Keith. Hope Ken said a little prayer while kneeling with his ring, and that it gave him some wisdom on how to get a better job than lawn-mowing.
Owen, I'm always amazed at how you work three of the four Jumble words into the first two lines of your poem. And there was the solution at the very end. Terrific!
Thanks, Misty ~
One of my pleasures, as you know, is to see how tight & economical I can be. I think that is my best haiku, as I was able to give it that slight "flip," as expected, in the final line.
And another source of fun is experimentation.
Among my longer efforts, yesterday's 26-line pentameter piece (that you called "fabulous") is probably the one of which I am Proudest! (I wasn't even planning to post, but once I dug in, I had to see it through.)
And you can imagine the extra kick I got from placing these two poems--my longest and one of my shortest--one day after the other, pretty much back-to-back.
~ OMK
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PS: Anybody seen my snake?
Just a little garden variety, light brown in color.
Answers to "Wiggle."
Today was particularly easy, as the words fit together so neatly.
To savor wisdom,
the Jumbler nearly knelt.
All in a day's work.
You can usually tell at a glance if they string together,
and especially if a 5/7/5 poem is possible:
A haiku can work
even when a syllable
is strangely absent.
~ OMK
Any progress on Misty's strange problem posting her poem(FLN)?
Chet and Lois will have to wait.
WC
Not really.
She was able to post her work today, but never found out what had interfered with yesterday's poem.
She let me see it via email, but I couldn't spot any reason it got blocked.
It's still a mystery.
~ OMK
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