Up to 35 push ups and 1:20 planks. Did a slower, untamed run because I was on my feet all day yesterday at Six Flags. And now for a Daily Quordle Poem:
The Trekkie
HORDE of stylish teens, then there’s LOSER me in my JC Penny clearance rack getup and a GUSTO for Star Trek trivia, PRONE to wax eloquent on Kirk vs. Picard greatness comparisons.
QUACK ideas about rubbing your SCALP with olive oil and DRIER sheets twice and day ’tis sheer FOLLY: just shave it all and be done with it.
HAZEL eyes widen in surprise to REACT to news hard to believe when I SPOKE about taking more time off, to CHART more family trips, less project management.
QUELL my doubts that come in the GUISE of faint praise or UNDUE criticism, a PALER reflection of real justification.
BRICK fire pit becomes grill, TIGHT with cuts I’ve never heard of before, SHOWY display of gluttonous indulgence. ARDOR of meat and conversation lovers sets the scene.
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MOLAR more painful than yesterday? Maybe.
MARRY thoughts of dental torture with playing hooky,
OPTICs that no one will see through as my
DROLL dentist makes jokes about drilling into nerve endings.
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ATOLL absolutely ballin’ spot for thermonuclear explosion.
SAUCE it up with mushroom cloud and radioactive contamination,
BROOK no rivals for Cold War R&D as meanwhile kids
CRAWL under desks to practice surviving the end of the world.
I got into the Wordle, Quordle, Octordle, etc., games last year. On a whim I took the answers to that day’s Quordle puzzle (https://www.merriam-webster.com/games/quordle/#/) and posted a ridiculously silly poem using those four words as the first words in a four line poem. I posted it on Twitter, and I did it again the next day. My friend David Wright saw it and loved it and joined in.
We made a few sort of formal rules for how to play (and let people break them whenever they wanted, because who cares?). The only truly important rule is to use the previous day’s Quordle words instead of that day’s so that you don’t spoil the puzzle for anyone who wants to play. About a dozen or so people became regular or semi-regular posters on Twitter.
After a few months some people ran out of steam and stopped posting. I was still posting poems from each day’s poems, but sometimes I’d not post one day and catch up the next day with two postings. But I was getting a little tired too. Making myself do it everyday was overly legalistic, and I wasn’t enjoying it as much, so I decided to step back a bit.
About the same time Elon Musk took over Twitter, and a site that already had too much drama got unbearable. I needed a break from the constant outrage. Thankfully, my friend and DQP cobelligerent David developed a dedicated website for posting: dailyquordlepoem.com. It’s a great site, and those of us who were still posting started posting there. Some still cross post to Twitter. I don’t, and it’s great to have one less reason to log on.
Anyway, it’s been great fun. I doubt any of my poems are really all that good, but that’s ok. If it wasn’t for DQP I wouldn’t be writing any poetry at all.
ANNOY me with your influencer vibes, why don’t you?
FLUSH with cash from targeted ads, I see you there sprawling on that
ISLET with the yacht in the background and the champagne in the foreground,
AWAKE with the knowledge that you, truly, are influencing.TM