4th Batch of Quordle Poems

 An explanation of Quordle poems is here.

Update: all my Quordle Poems, along with some hundreds of others, can now be found the Daily Quordle Poem website.

8.7.22

PINKY on the left hand goes
NINJA, adds a note and makes a
SANER
CHORD. 

Gustave Caillebotte - ‘Man Playing the Piano’

9.7.22

LIPID ain’t limpid, like your limpid eyes, my dear.
TULIP ain’t two lips, though you have two, it’s clear.
MUCUS ain’t music, though your words are music to my ears. But…
SPADEs is trumps, so it’s clear, hear this in your ears, I win again, my dear.   

10.7.22

SLING,
MAYBE, the
CHILD over one shoulder, the
BANJO over the other…        

12.7.22

A
CANON, trendy, trying to ra-
P-RUDE-ly, was soundly censored by the
AMPLE, abundant, bounteous mind of the wisest member of the
DUCHY. 

13.7.22

SAVVY be, to do the work that
OTHER blokes may like to shirk;
RELAY this message to your mates, there’s no
QUIRK in doing a good day’s work.  

15.7.22

NYMPHs and shepherds come away,
OVOID the forests, stay away,
FERAL wolves chase shepherds away,
SPECKs of dust blow nymphs away. 

18.7.22

[I missed a day, so made up for it by writing first one poem with one set of words, and the next with both sets of words from the two days.]

DINER emptied his plate in a
TRICE. ‘It was nice,’ he said. ‘But the only thing to
SULLY my pleasure is offering an
INGOT and getting no change on it.’ 

DINER, perusing the racing guide, at LUNCH, in a
TRICE, changes his mind re the HORSE, whose
STYLE is in a state of SULLY after
COYLY losing not just the bettor’s shirt but his INGOT.

3rd Batch of Quordle Poems

An explanation of Quordle poems is here.

Update: all my Quordle Poems, along with some hundreds of others, can now be found the Daily Quordle Poem website.

1.7.22

The
TOCSIN rings its heraldic
TONIC, beginning of the new jazz
SUITE, a piece that quickly has our fingers
CLICKing, and toes ticking. 

2.7.22 Not quite a poem but an exercise in dialect.

ENDOW did you intend to
SULLY my
DYING father’s name,
UTILE me!

3.7.22

BASTE the ramen? The
RAMEN, don’t baste. The taste is
STAID and woody. That
WOODY taste is such a waste.    

5.7.22

SONAR from a swooping, silent
MIDGE sees a sure bet in my
FURRY skin, sets a scheme to
WRACK my sweet and simple, serene somnambulance.  

6.7.22

MANGY cat, by the spicy
SUMAC, pay your equal
TITHEs of nine lives, each a
REMIT of the sequel.      

 7.7.22  

HEARD my
NAVEL calling. It doesn’t do this often but sometimes as I
LABOR I hear it squirm and wriggle and writhe then
TAPER off.                                                                                            

2nd Batch of Quordle Poems

The first batch of Quordle poems, and an explanation, is here

Update: all my Quordle Poems, along with some hundreds of others, can now be found the Daily Quordle Poem website.

24.6.22

THRUM I in a kind of hum,
CHASE away the sounds of drum,
CROWD turns pale to hear the
CONCH which brings to surface all their fear. 

26.6.22

RATTY twists among the cargo,
TWICE twists and thrice turns,
CARGO free for such as Ratty;
TWISTs twixt holds, bows and sterns.   

28.6.22

LUCID,
MAGMA is not; a blazing red and orange shimmering force
SLIMEs its way towards us while someone screams on the
AUDIO.                                                                

After some commenting back and forth about the style of the Quordle poem above, Chris Hutchinson @CAHutch1990 wrote: 

Sublime
was the inclusio
of Mike's chiastic
bookends

 sublime, inclusio and chiastic had all come up in the tweets.        

And David Wright @ohthatwright wrote: 

It was mirror symetric, [sic]
As was also the metric.       

29.6.22

CHIEF, new, female, comes in with a
SWIRL; the assembled staff say
SHUSH to each other, each one trying to
OUTDO each other in shushiness.              29.6.22

First batch of Quordle poems

 Quordle Poems 1

A sample of the poems published on Twitter under the DailyQuordlePoem hashtag. 

The format is as follows, but sometimes I experiment with it:

Write poems of 4 lines, in 1 tweet. Lines start with the words from yesterday's Quordle. Tag with #DailyQuordlePoem. Curated: @ohthatwright  Created: @mKyleEdwards

Update: all my Quordle Poems, along with some hundreds of others, can now be found the Daily Quordle Poem website.

In the first few I was just finding my feet...

11.6.22

RAJAH, with care, opens the jar;
COBRA pokes his head out, just so far;
PIXIE sets the snake to bite the mare’s
SHANK, which raises all the rajah’s fears.  

12.6.22

AN ODE I wrote but yesterday,
BEGAN to recite by
AUDIO, but young May cried!
CHASM opened in my way.  

 14.6.22

‘DRAFT, there’s a draft! Close the door!’
‘LEANT on it, sure I did. Blew open once more.’
‘A(h), ZURE, that’s what ya always swore.
ARRAY wif ya! I’ll see ya no more.’    

15.6.22

SWOON, you soft and sweet and
SALTY moon, you’re in a splendour
PHASE and soon your tender
MANIA is strewn in another land.  

20.6.22

METAL, the Meccano was; metal
MODEL in Meccano led to panic;
PANIC of a clueless parent; by
A GATE, made A GETA-way.  

22.6.22

BURST a hole in the
LINEN beanbag; as a result the
TRAIN of itty bitty beans
SWEEP up I now have to. 

With thanks to Yoda, who’s always helpful in a metric jam.  

The next batch of Quordle poems is here