OCTAL system devised by pinkie-less scribes cataloging
SAINTs. There are 100, also 64. which puts
HEFTY hit on the old cortex-you feel thickheaded like a
BISON first time you hear it, hardly stopping to wonder why the saint count is so, um, small.
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Charge
nOCTurnAL sentries spy the rushing hordes: like
BISON stampeding on the plains.
SAINTs implored, icons kissed, and
HEFTY weapons readied for the onslaught.
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Sport Mad
DEBIT required of treasury of merit (if it existed):
SPORT mad parents, with this much effort could teach children the world, yet
QUOTA of trophies and camps and wins is never full,
USING up themselves and family in hectic chase.
Return on Investment
USING the initial capital invested is no mere
SPORT with no consequence; while there is no set
QUOTA to reach, the Investor will come to
DEBIT from the account to see what return was gained.
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Ssss…snake
CRICK in the neck after my crazed horse
SHIED at the snake slung on a branch. The
VENOM is mild; I can still make it to the
VENUE in time, all the while looking sideways.
Tough Venue
CRICK tossed by
SHIED horse, then
VENOM spider bitten scrabbling on the bank:
VENUE makes urban life shine.
Snakebit
VENUE and means unexpected;
VENOM that should drop a man dead
SHIED from the Power within and thrown in the fire:
CRICK in the neck held over from a head wound.
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Woke-soft
OLIVE is the colour of the tough-as fence-
PLANKs – some aged militarian using up surplus army paint.
OUT GO the planks, their stolid lives replaced by woke-soft
WOVEN material that might survive one small storm, maybe two.
Night Thoughts
NIGHT.
EVERYone harbors now those thoughts the sun could hold at bay
:
MANOR or shack, no dwelling can shelter against the tide of the night.
Note: the first and only Quordle poem to date where I used punctuation for one of the words. COMMA would also be possible.
(Semi)Colon
EVERY moment is no semicolon forcefully ending but a
COLON that leads by the hand to the end:
NIGHT-gloom chased by day’s conquest,
MANOR of rest after weary travels.
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