HOMEWORK CHALLENGE W/E 24/09/12 - Argadargada
Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 10:58 am
Argadargada
A triple-cross-tic where the first, third and fifth letters down in each line make the words ...
Column1.Argadargada … Column3.* Ross' domains Column5. desert lands
Ross Magnay, a poet out of Alice Springs, sent a photo of a sign to Argadargada
Diderot: French philosopher and principal editor of an encyclopaedia that disseminated scientific knowledge.
Landerandera – a waterhole in the area.
Abraded rocks abandoned were once utilised for grinding;
rooted deep in ancient times now lie around for finding.
Gasps from heat distracting him, yes give a clear reminding.
Assieged by vast expanse of red, but somehow it protects you.
Diderot could not conceive how desert's spell affects you.
Aborted wreck; memorial – stark, of he who disrespects You.
Ramulose she-oaks cling to a wisp of wind and quiver -
guaranteed to hold spellbound. Look, rain it's Her life giver.
Abient animations may be seen for just a sliver
Dined beside the car near Landerandera left him sighing
assisting foolish folk who almost copped the desert's frying.
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Woven Meanderings (a double cross-tic)
The First and Third column make up words - this one's dedicated to Pacey Bob
meandering (as one may) with poetry on this day I stand
accused by
normal? folk - "my mind's gone in decay"
from some who may be vexed and utterly perplexed
rising to those challenges that lead us all astray
eating
daily meals can turn into ordeals by
vacuous facile tidings that’s presented on the 'box' real
issues stand aside for fear they may collide or
jostle for
adulation of the populi vox How does one
rectify or at least clarify all this stuff for heaven's
sake can we turn it off?
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A triple-cross-tic where the first, third and fifth letters down in each line make the words ...
Column1.Argadargada … Column3.* Ross' domains Column5. desert lands
Ross Magnay, a poet out of Alice Springs, sent a photo of a sign to Argadargada
Diderot: French philosopher and principal editor of an encyclopaedia that disseminated scientific knowledge.
Landerandera – a waterhole in the area.
Abraded rocks abandoned were once utilised for grinding;
rooted deep in ancient times now lie around for finding.
Gasps from heat distracting him, yes give a clear reminding.
Assieged by vast expanse of red, but somehow it protects you.
Diderot could not conceive how desert's spell affects you.
Aborted wreck; memorial – stark, of he who disrespects You.
Ramulose she-oaks cling to a wisp of wind and quiver -
guaranteed to hold spellbound. Look, rain it's Her life giver.
Abient animations may be seen for just a sliver
Dined beside the car near Landerandera left him sighing
assisting foolish folk who almost copped the desert's frying.
---
Woven Meanderings (a double cross-tic)
The First and Third column make up words - this one's dedicated to Pacey Bob
meandering (as one may) with poetry on this day I stand
accused by
normal? folk - "my mind's gone in decay"
from some who may be vexed and utterly perplexed
rising to those challenges that lead us all astray
eating
daily meals can turn into ordeals by
vacuous facile tidings that’s presented on the 'box' real
issues stand aside for fear they may collide or
jostle for
adulation of the populi vox How does one
rectify or at least clarify all this stuff for heaven's
sake can we turn it off?
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