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Today’s Jumble haiku:
(There is a valley where lovers roam to share sweet moments and grow closer to one another.
Lovebirds sing there. It is known as the…)
“Wooing Dell”
This calm dale, wholly
bland, silence damaged only
by highly synch’d doves….
~ OMK
A famous Roman poet was Horace,
Who wrote short verses for us.
Books were rare,
So open air,
Horace read Horace till he was hoarse.
Loren was bored with eight-to-five.
Work so bland he felt barely alive.
He made a good salary every year.
House and car, he had the whole schmear.
He wanted to do something dangerous,
Something that could make him famous.
Something that was highly enthused
(But got him home for the nightly news.)
He wanted to go on an angry rampage,
But carefully, so he did no damage.
He wanted to fly, with wings, from his office,
Although heights always made him nauseous.
His wife bought a video game pell-mell.
At last report, Loren was doing well!
OMK, your spoon got me the elusive riddle-solution
WC
And Owen, as usual, has an effectively hidden hint to the W
Between us, it should become available
Ride ‘‘em cowboy
Wordle 626 4/6*
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Wooing Del
Say “Hi Lee and Del”,
An Amish couple under a spell.
Ever since Adam, age-old courting moves
Have flourished to the sound of horses’ hooves.
From bland pecks on the cheek
After Sunday Singing every week,
To steamy stolen kisses on buggy rides,
Holy traditions lead to blushing brides.
WC- were you building an edifice in guess three before you got astride?
Owen- more smiles today at your many different homonyms for the W!
And your J poem is great. What a wise was Loren had, to meet his need for speed and excitement with a video game where he could go on a rampage but do no damage, and still be home for the nightly news. But it might still make him nauseous!
OMK- of course, we could only go one direction to make a Spooner! But I missed the idyllic location and used a girl’s name (short for Delaney, but not very Amish!). My couple could have used your lovely romantic spot, but I had to work in the W, which resulted in my Amish courtship.
That’s supposed to be “a wise wife Loren had”. Why would autocorrect give him a wise was?
"Recovery Help"
The nurse received a badge
for having treated the serious damage.
The wound had not been bland,
and the patient could barely stand.
But now, since the day he fell,
he is doing extremely well.
He now thanks her with his whole soul
for highly helping him achieve his goal.
Ah, thank you, Owen, for Horace,
you’ve placed his name before us.
As an ancient critic, his influence
has given his ideas continuance.
Among them, “utile et dulce”
has become a bit of a clichรฉ.
But it’s good to tip artists who preach
of their duty to please us… and teach.
~ OMK
Misty ~ Your nurse obviously deserves recognition for giving a major effort in effecting the man’s recovery.
It is fitting, of course, that she should receive that badge, but I am sure it is the gratitude of her patient that carries most weight with her.
You picked a worthy theme. Such caregivers are the soul of a nation.
A modest courtship, treated with respect, CEh!
Your Amish pair shared a title with me, but went on to include the Wordle in their stanza. (I just ignore the W in my Jumble work—as a latter day intruder.).
Your Lee & Del can ride their buggy over to my dale any time they wish. Lovers are welcome—always.
~ OMK
Glad to be of service, Wilbur,
although this was a Spooner that pretty much wrote itself—as CEh points out.
The mention of Horace (above) reminds me of his venerable ideal that poets must both entertain and provide utile—“the useful.”
How is it that poets—and by extension, all artists—should be qualified to teach?
They are, after all, only self-appointed, not certified by any educational body, not having passed any recognized examinations.
A study of the morality of artistic output would show that generally—maybe 95% of the time—the advice gleaned from artistic works is sensible, good, and sound. Allowing for some historic misuse of their “pulpit” (Goebbels’ propaganda machine leaps to mind), poets, painters, sculptors, playwrights, etc. etc. tend to issue sage pronouncements—either directly or (in non-verbal forms) by inference.
Along with Aesop, their morals come down on the side of good experience—at least bland when not brilliant.
How can this be?
Freud would say it’s because the super-ego is in charge.
I know whenever I have been called on to give advice, I am always smarter than when I decide things for myself. I believe this is what takes over when an artist addresses the world.
Isn’t this your experience? It’s like new teachers, those not yet certified, who tend to sound wise beyond their years. Don’t they know instinctively what is good for their pupils to learn—and what is bad? When they slip up, and pass along something that’s plain wrong (probably seen on the internet), they feel the misstep keenly and will correct it.
Or, if too embarrassed or ashamed, they may try to bury it (but it will linger on their consciences!).
Whether as teacher, adviser, or artist, we are much better at preaching the good, than in following our own pronouncements.
~ OMK
Misty- your nurse is to be commended. As OMK says, “caregivers are the soul of a nation”. I am glad to see that her patient recovered well and was suitably grateful. I worked in a rehab hospital, and saw the work of nurses, doctors, physiotherapists lead to recoveries like this.
You stuck to a simple rhyme scheme today, sesame as mine. (Or perhaps like me, you are happy to get any kind of rhyme scheme!)
OMK- poetry just flows out if you. Wonderful tribute to Horace.
Yes, I will give Lee and Del a little hint about your Dell.
Interesting comments about artists teaching through their art.
In my career, I was offering medical advice (usually pertaining to medications, but also about healthy living and preventative medicine, proper monitoring etc.). I agree that there is a weight to doing this. Is my information correct, does the patient understand it, are they likely to comply or have I overwhelmed them? But like Misty’s nurse, I have been rewarded with thanks and ,more importantly, a sense of fulfillment. But I agree that following my own pronouncements can sometimes be lacking.
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