Short Cartridge Poems
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hidden not to elicit
a trifle response
spiteful mordacious
shackled on a horde race
cartridge loiter about the ground
wizened with years
4/3/2017
That cartridge in a sniper’s gun,
true Poets kill with only one
The shooters bullet marked by him
one word to kill—what lies within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
That cartridge in a sniper’s gun,
true Poets kill with only one
The shooters bullet marked by him,
one word to kill what lies within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
He is wizened, shackled to the horde,
Trifle deaf, he would loiter use mordacious words,
Owned cartridge of film that would elicit laughter.
06/04/2017
Contest: eight word contest.
Value Of Life, A Question
Were I wizened, not shackled to mordacious horde,
I'd not loiter to elicit trifle rewards,
With my one cartridge, could I, end life sadly bored?
April 5th, 2017
He said "she writes with broken pens"
He thinks his cartridge died so he's looking for the end
She typed 'I love you' but she never did press send
She's ready to give up, and she's looking for the end
Old Wounds
As if shackled to the bench
the wizened loiter, a mordacious horde,
prone to ellicit lies that trifle
with an empty cartridge chamber.
©3/25/2017
Submitted to – Eight word challenge – Poetry Contest
Eight wizened words to elicit thoughts mordacious.
Not shackled to the horde, a trifle bit audacious.
The cartridge to loiter, waiting, bored, to fire out rhymes vexatious.
March 23 2017. For John Hamilton's Eight word challenge.
What ills you elicit with your mordacious tongue
shackled am I, while you trifle with my love.
You horde my affections with a cartridge of conceit
then loiter in self pity as I, wizened, exit with relief.
Written on 3/28/2017
High caliber verse
the cartridge hand loaded
A new target centered
all focus then squared
Its barrel’s been filled
with red molten fury
Whose trigger awaits
—a desperate will
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Wizened and shackled by a human horde
They elicit mordacious comments
While trapping such warmth
Imprisoned in a heartless cartridge
Soon to be shot to extinction
They loiter in the world
Finding any and all feelings trifle
March 31, 2017
The In Between
Oh, Middle School child
you “in between”
shackled to the horde
like a cartridge to a gun,
to trifle, loiter in halls,
and elicit mordacious slurs to
wizened eyed mentors.
3/23/17
Eight word challenge
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
A cartridge filled with a horde of shackled emotions, am I,
Trifle feelings loiter within me... until you elicit them out,
Wizened by time, you know that otherwise I might turn mordacious;
Thank God I found you, my dear Muse.
04/03/17
'Freedom Fighters'
The mordacious horde had spent the last cartridge
to loiter or elicit partisan justice the mob dithered
then they shackled their foes to be wizened in time
Families died in any case regardless of a trivial trifle
27th March 2017
I take controlled and specific aim near the shackled flowers
Where the horde of wizened weeds loiter and elicit strangulation
My cartridge carefully loaded with mordacious poison
You shall not trifle, nor stifle my blooms, Here's to your cessation!
3/29/2017
A horde of words and
thoughts shackled by lost meaning
loiter in my mind
memory cartridge
wizened by time elicit
mordacious statements
Wondering, asking
a trifle for your thoughts eh'
Such foolish banter
Written on March 22, 2017, for the 8-Word Challenge contest by John Hamilton
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Like a cocked cartridge
drawn back in her wizened and mordacious sneer
she let fly upon him such an elicit horde
he was left to loiter
shackled
a trifle ............in her dust
5/7/2017
Written for a contest using
the following words
1. CARTRIDGE 2. ELICIT 3. MORDACIOUS 4. HORDE 5. SHACKLED 6. TRIFLE 7. WIZENED 8. LOITER
Guns don't kill people
But bullets do
So keep all your guns
But make bullets taboo
Restrict cartridge sales
Like any jet flight
With proof of ID
& registered right
Limit each purchase
To registered guns
Make mothers happy
With long-living sons
Bullets kill loved ones
& people we know
So give every shooter
A tough row to hoe!
It may seem a trifle to the horde -
Or perhaps mere mordacious wit.
But I, wizened more than most afford,
Was not shackled by some rhyme unfit.
He let his brain loiter as he wrote -
Hoping his pen would elicit praise.
"Cartridge", said he, "is a bird of note"
But I've put one in guns all my days
4/1/2017
For contest Eight Word Challenge
The HORDE of WIZENED old men like to LOITER
Around the supermarket parking lot to amusingly watch
The young mothers SHACKLED to their MORDACIOUS babies
While the mothers did not find it very TRIFLE
However it did ELICIT the attention of the store manager
Who arrived carrying a box with one ink CARTRIDGE
3/23/17
1.A misfire is when the primer fails to ignite the powder.
2.Hang fire is when the primer has struck the bullet and cause delay.
3.That would depend on why the cartridge failed to fire.
4.Did it fail to fire because the primer failed to ignite?
5.Did it fail to fire because the powder fail to ignite?
Note.There are dozens of reasons why a primer struck cartridge wouldn’t fire.
A frustrated poet had a paralyzed pen.
She wailed, “When you will move,when!”
The pen with sad eyes,looked up in dismay
“Mistress,my brain cartridge is empty this day.”
She knew there were phone calls to be made.
Plus,had to hang up a lovely,new blue shade.
Clothes to be washed,her hungry cat to be fed.
So~she with joy, jumped out of her poetic dread.
5/3/2023
As security officers loiter around,
Hordes of audience troop into the hall,
The intimidating presence of these men
Shackled many as if they were prisoners,
The cartridge of one of them makes me
trifle anxious with fear,
A wizened reporter couldn’t elicit any response
from the senator as he makes a mordacious
comment on the scandal ;
which pissed him off, and the crowd grumbled..
CONTEST:8 words challenge by John Hamilton
4-4-2017
MOONLIGHT MADNESS
~ cartridge does loiter ~
her mordacious tone threatens
“don’t trifle with me!”
dare i elicit
a response from your shackled,
wizened hands, oh slave!”
the genie’s power
revives by the light of moon
~ horde of wolves tear flesh ~
3/23/2017
Three haiku
John Hamilton's Eight Word contest