Short Mordacious Poems

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Premium Member Evading the Horrors of the Holocaust

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
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.


Self Portrait

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.
© Roy Pett  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Value of Life, a Question

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
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Old Wounds

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

Premium Member Conceited Love

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
Form: Rhyme


Eight Is Enough

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.
© P L Ritz  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Joy

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
© Tina Marsh  Create an image from this poem.

Why I Thank God


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

Premium Member Freedom Fighters

'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

86 Weeds

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
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Painting the Town Red

In her resting place — she’d toy with shadows, matchsticks and glow in the dark paint. Out and about — she’d fly through the night, wax her teeth and loudly sip her straw. A mordacious-red stain upon her tongue. 1/29/2018 Brian Strand’s Premiere Contest 125 Sevenling Poem
Form: Verse

Eight Word Challenge: Making Sense of Meaning

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
Form: Haiku

Mordacious the Mean

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

A Bird of Note

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
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Provocation

Stroll along the avenue, Moist with morning’s dew, Wear your finest garb Contacts here are few. From a distant window, Lips as red as flame, She watches and she waits alone, Perched and tame! She’ll bide her time while watching Your every maneuvering tension, Mordacious in her style, yet Intenerate in her invention!
Form: Quatrain

Eight Words

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

Senate Hall

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

Premium Member Moonlight Madness

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
Form: Haiku

Premium Member An Empty Page

Empty thoughts  loiter in his mind
 As  new words he tries to find
 But shackled by an absent muse
 No words come forth for him to choose

 His wizened face now wears a frown
 And the cartridge of his ink has dried
 He searches the silence for a clue
   But it fails to elicit a response

 His mordacious muse now prefers
 To leave him without a horde of words
  To trifle with him at this stage
 And leave him with an empty page
                            ..
 3/23/17
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Prosecution Opens It's Case-Eight Word Challenge

Prosecution Opens It's Case-Eight Word Challenge

A horde of illicit cartridge was brought into evidence
drawing a trifle smirk, albeit mordacious, from the 
defendant, elderly and wizened, who's past crimes include 
loiter, but was now inducted on child **** by the prosecution
throwing the proverbial shackled book at him, that elicit pages 
of justice protecting the young innocent.



3/24/17

cartridge-(computing) Magnetic tape storage, used for storing (backup) copies of data.

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