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Todayโs Jumble haiku:
โJam Enchantedโ
Adapt a batch of
fiddles: strung out runners of
chordal progressions.
~ OMK
Antonio Stradivari, centuries ago,
Built violins to be played with a bow.
Crafted by hand with such skill
Concert stars use them still!
He sought to improve his arts.
Fiddled with the shapes of parts.
He developed new varnish oils
To better coat the fruit of his toils.
His instruments (he made a batch)
He designed, his skill to adapt.
Thru the years, men seek to own a
Product of the craftsman of Cremona.
He was a legend, then and now.
Runners-up before him bow!
Genghis Khan was a wealthy man.
He plundered all on China-land!
He couldn't measure
All his treasure
He stashed away in his Mongol hoard!
From the bot starter, to a French cake, to a steed, and finally the madding crowd.
Wordle 683 4/6*
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The censor doesnโt like my W comments today, so I will divide.
From the bot starter, to a French cake, to a steed, and finally the madding crowd.
Wordle 683 4/6*
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"Loving Family"
The parents were a good match
and did a batch of children hatch.
They were able to adapt,
by going out when the children napped
to hear music played on a fiddle,
or take time to solve a riddle.
One of their kids became a runner
and won a prize, that was a stunner.
And when the oldest one was drafted,
they made him a badge that was hand-crafted.
All the kids held their parents so dear
they threw them a party and did them cheer.
Chand is a small village in Pakistan with the closest water being a canal.
Chand Rafted
Fiddle-faddle!
A whole batch of pilgrims came,
(A horde some would say)
Their purpose all the same,
To purify in the water and pray.
The first runner adapted with his paddle,
Innovation was his rationale.
Thereโs no river- use the canal!
Great contributions today. Thanks to all.
OMK- FLN- I appreciated your reworking if that haiku.
Your novel reworking of the J reveal into your title gave us the โjamโ session with โchordal progressionsโ. Wonderful. (Did I see a disguising of the W in that last phrase? Or was that serendipity?)
Owen gives us a magnificent opus praising the master violin craftsman. Bush the fiddle wasnโt the violin; rather he used it in the verb form!
And the W was reworked also.
Interesting how many different objects a batch can describe, not just cookies! We have fiddles, violins, pilgrims and even children today.
Misty- I LOLed at your batch of hatched children! But I am afraid that Childrenโs Services must be called about those parents going out while the children napped, and (I presume) leaving them all alone! But I see that they all survived to adulthood, and gave their parents a party in appreciation.
Today reminded me of
"The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee."
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Owen, you were superlative today.
WC
What an amazing series of verses today! Extraordinary in their diversity and aesthetic display!
Ol' Man Keith, I loved the way the first three Jumble words started off your haiku. A delight.
Owen, your lovely musical theme was a pleasure. Stradivarius violins were apparently famous for the richness and clarity of their sounds.
CanadianEh!, your pilgrims in Pakistan purified the water of the canal--how kind. And I can assure you that my poetic parents left their children behind with a maid to watch over them.
Finally, Wilbur, a rare and amazingly colorful verse from you, shining with blue and purple and gold colors, like stars in a night sky. Beautiful!
Thank you for your wonderful gifts, everyone!
Misty- WC is a talented poet, but his remembrance today is The Destruction of Sennacherib by Lord Byron.
I am so glad that your parents are responsible and left their children with the maid.
CanadianEh!--
As an English professor
I should be a confessor
that your hero, Lord Byron,
is someone I should rely on.
But my hero was James Joyce,
with a very different voice
whose tales and whose books
dominate my shelves and my nooks.
And since I'm now retired
he's the one I still rely on.
Sorry to be late to the game today.
I got up early, so naturally spent the day napping.
Unfortunately, the kind w/o dreams.
I didn't see where the CENSOR mistook you for a spammer, CEh! Sorry that happened.
Your canal poem is clever and makes a happy gift of your working of the title.
Misty ~ Those parents were lucky--to have time for themselves AND to see their kids survive to adulthood!
Nice quote, WC ~. That's the way poets used to handle things!
~ OMK
The things I learn on this blog! Thank you, Wilbur and CanadianEh!, for having me look up Sennacherib:
In 703 B.C. Sennacherib, Sargon's son and successor, began a series of major campaigns to quash opposition to Assyrian rule. Turning first to Babylon in 703, he defeated Marduk-apla-iddina II (biblical Merodach-baladan, Isa. 39:1), the anti-Assyrian king of Babylon, and placed a puppet ruler on the throne.
The symphony marathon needed a little
more support. Sing hey diddle diddle!
So we found a few runners
among timpani drummers,
plus one guyโwho played second fiddle.
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Heaven forfend our border is breached
or foreigners wonโt visas beseech.
Rio Grande flows between us,
denoting โstrait,โ but subgenus.
Every day brings a crowd beyond reach.
~ OMK
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