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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.
19 comments:
I just don't get it. Yes, the door is a good way to get in, but it doesn't do anything. Where is a logical! second meaning?
The mesmerist uses the entrance to en-trance his customers.
The penny arcade is depressing,
What was once the happiest scene.
A penny would get you a movie
On the kinetoscope machine!
But now the facade is peeling off,
Paint chips litter the floor.
That was for days long past,
Days that will be no more.
The midway is silent of laughter,
Of children with wondering eyes.
No one rides the roller coaster
That chugs up to the skies.
The plaster clown needs grout-work,
As he stand by the ticket booth.
The entry-way to the disused park
That was grand in the days of youth.
I wandered the ground as a toddler,
Holding on to my fathers hand.
And then as a callow teen-ager,
When my Betty-Lou's hand felt grand!
Ah, nostalgia is a sweet sorrow,
With those ghosts of yesterday.
To remember the joys for tomorrow,
And regrets, let them fade away!
News Item, Jan. 11, 2022: the medical helicopter made its emergency landing up against the side of a church in Drexel Hill, Pennsylvania.
When the hero pilot was rescued, he appeared to be…
“In a Trance”
It’ll cost a pretty penny to patch up this damage.
We regret the chopper crashed in the church’s facade,
as more than grout & paint will be needed to manage
repairs—even with United Methodists appealing to God!
~ OMK
[Lois continues]
"OK, I wasn't entranced at first although indifference was a mere facade,
For I knew the wait was worth every penny.
I have no regrets for I see you are one of many
Who built a foundation in AA sealed by the grout
Of the 12 Steps for which true recovery cannot come without.
WC
I'm enjoying Owen's "message" poems. I guess my last have had a message too. Fln, Sandy, if I'd posted my C&L earlier you have seen the different meaning EN-trance has vs en-TRANCE.
And, the key to anti self concienceness is anonymity although we've all got to know each other in here. How long has it been?
And...
Misty, did you know that Boswell resolved to write a poem every day to learn the craft. I found a book of same in an obscure corner of an obscure bookstore. His main claim to fame is as a diarist.
I guess the regulars can't help expressing pleasure when anyone joins in here. Keith and Misty were feeling lonesome last week.
WC
Woohoo! Woohoo! Three amazing poems with such different themes and spirits--Owen's beautiful happy memory of youth, OMK's terrible tragedy, and Wilbur's recovery message. Along with Sandy checking in, an amazing start to a Jumble morning. Thank you all for this Tuesday gift.
"Happy Birthday"
Penny's birthday promenade
was a bit of a facade
to distort her age
with a hint of doubt
and some grout and a shout.
It was a good bet
and she had no regret.
Her seniority entrance
gave her a chance
to dance and embrace
a new romance.
Sorry, you all, but I am an inveterate nitpicker, especially about grammar. The door couldn't "make" an "en-trance", because to entrance is a verb, not a noun. It could be entrancing, I suppose, or perhaps it could even entrance, but not make one. That was my problem with finding a logical second meaning.
Owen ~ Ah, yes, nostalgia is irresistible as we age.
Your poem pulls me right back to San Francisco’s “Playland-at-the-Beach” that is no more.
From childhood frolics through high school dating, I enjoyed—and feared—the rides, diving bell, bumper cars, fun house, cotton candy stands, pools, and sleazy arcades that have since been razed to make way for ocean view tenements.
O tempora, O mores…
Misty ~ Fortunately, the chopper landing was not in fact a “tragedy,” thanks to the pilot’s skill in crashing it as he did, saving the lives of everyone on board. But it certainly was a mess!
Glad your Penny takes aging in stride—stepping out to dance with her latest beau!
Wilbur ~ Lois deserves to take satisfaction in Chet’s (& others’) recovery, for it takes patience and trust to serve as a model through life’s vicissitudes.
It is also hard to avoid guru-like pronouncements, as in your (and my FLN) self-consciousness advice for Sandy.
~ OMK
It is a pun-in-print, Sandy, not a spoken gag.
“Door” is a common metaphor for an hypnotic induction.
~ OMK
OMK, could you give examples for both of the explanations you mention? I ask because at this point I don't see how either answers my concern.
Tried to google door as a metaphor for induction and couldn't find anything directly mentioning it.
Same for pun-in-print, and honestly don't see an inherent difference between spoken and printed puns. Besides which, my problem was definitely with a printed pun, since that's what's in jumbles.
Really sorry to belabor the issue, but feel free not to respond if you are also tired of it.
Wilbur, I had to look up James Boswell, because I'd never heard of him. He's described as a Scottish biographer, diarist, and lawyer. If he wrote a poem ever day, that would make us all Boswellians, wouldn't it--since we seem to write a poem pretty much ever day!
Sandy ~ I doubt you'd find "pun-in-print" on line because I just coined it here. By that phrase I meant it requires more than one pronunciation spoken, whereas the print version requires only a single spelling.
I am a certified hypnotherapist (a qualification I sought in my research into the mentality of acting), and I know many hypnotists who refer to their inductions as doors, gateways, transoms, as well as paths, protocols, and procedures.
Maybe it will help if you ask yourself what words are to be "assumed." I proposed this to you earlier, in referring to another nitty problem (which escapes my memory now), but I don't think you like to "assume" any missing words.
Nevertheless, we sometimes need to fill in words (which an author hopes will be "understood") in order to complete an intended sense.
Some missing words are more easily understood than others. I suppose the most common example is "that."
("He recalled that she liked chocolate" versus "He recalled she liked chocolate.")
Here, I would propose the missing words are "way to." Without these words, today's door is a mere entryway.
With the two words in their place, the door is a method of induction.
Knowing your insistence on exactitude, you probably don't like this explanation.
But...
'nuff said?
~ OMK
You're right about my reaction. Definitely nuff.
Thanks.
Sincere, not sarcastic. Thanks for your efforts.
To clarify our feelings, Wilbur, Misty & I were indeed feeling "lonesome" for much of last week, but it did not stop either from posting our jingles or ditties.
There are two basic pleasures in writing poetry, aren't there? One is to be read, to be appreciated, perhaps even enjoyed by others.
Especially to get printed feedback from you or each other!
But even without a posted acknowledgment, who knows whether or not non-posting readers pass through this site & follow our published verses?
But there is another pleasure, one that cannot be denied (but should be acknowledged by all) that comes with composing poems. The act of composition itself is fulfilling. Not every song gets sung in public, and not every book gets published. But the sense of uplift that comes with a hummed or whistled tune, and the feeling of fulfillment that comes with writing "Finis" to a tome are very real satisfactions--differing only in degree or duration.
As I follow my typing on the screen, from first line to last, there is a growing glow of apprehension as I discover where my words & thoughts are leading. By the time I complete a final draft I am usually (not always, I admit) feeling the joy of authorship, my belief that I have brought something new into the world.
I enjoy reading it if no one else does.
It is NOT an epic, and rarely even a sonnet, but it is definitely a vision of resistance to the ordinary. I take minor pride in it, such an ego-stroke as causes me to look forward to doing it again tonight.
~ OMK
OMK, I have told people about CC as a place people can talk about what, it seems, is the most boring subject imaginable: Crosswords. (I really wanted to show them last Friday's Skipped Stones)
But them I find something apparently worse: Poetry, worse, Jumble+Poetry. And AA people don't want any part of Chet and Lois, even Lois who's married to another AAer.
I wrote a poem: H is for…* It's about Principles that begin with H plus Harry who's new to the Halls.
No interest. Nada. SQUAT as today's CC would say.
Interesting experiment? Show someone The Raven as if it's my own and see if they like it. Btw, I showed Betsy my first stanza. Her response: Is that about AA? And stopped. But did say "I liked the one about the birds"
WC
** A best seller was H is for … Hawk. I wrote mine not knowing it or perhaps before that novel came out
Eighteen (yes, 18) comments so far today! Woohoo! That may be the largest number of comments I ever remember seeing on Jumble. Woohoo! We're back, we're back! Just hope we can stay that way for the rest of the month and for the coming months! That would be wonderful!
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