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 |  Entries to Express It In Eight from September 2020 to the present . |
| The number of poems enforces the use of blog format with ten poems per page. |
| The Sandman In dark of night he slips the latch, to creep through shadows to your room, with sleeping spell and dreams to match, while you lie waking in the gloom He pours the magic into your eye. immediately you’re in a dream, all cares forgotten, behind they lie. But what of him, what is his scheme? Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 01.18.22 Prompt: Sandman. I was so-o-o tempted to write the following for Sandman: Pompom pompom pompom pompom pompom pompom pom pompom pompom pompom pompom pompom pompom pom pompom pompom pompom pompom pompom pompom pom pompom pompom pompom pompom pompom pompom pom. Line count: 8 Rhymed aaaa For Express It In Eight, 01.18.22 Prompt: Sandman But it would be meaningless to anyone who didn’t see the relevant episode of The Golden Girls, so I steeled myself against such mischief and wrote something a bit more serious. |
| Dream Days That future where dreams run free like coffee, hot and fresh from the pot, will grow cold and empty with time, as the mug, now stained with yesterday, the ghost of what might have been, and no amount of scrubbing bubbles can remove the touch of reality, the future, now past, in the present. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 01.15.22 Prompt: The future past. |
| Detective Before I leave this mortal coil, like Inspector Morse, I must ensure the dotting of eyes and the crossing of teas to free the world of all its roil, drain mysteries of their allure, whodunnits solved with apparent ease, and so from case to case I dash and justice follows in a flash. Line count: 8 Rhymed abcabcdd For Express It In Eight, 01.14.22 Prompt: Dot . . . dash - - - |
| Milestones Some things become embedded in the culture, like stars at night, strewn across the skies of our memories. If it’s not unusual, Tom Jones is there, satisfaction belongs to the Stones, all the Beatles ever need is love, Nat King Cole becomes unforgettable, and Mr Dylan is blowing in the wind. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 01.13.22 Prompt: Blowing in the wind. |
| Posed I stand with hand on hip, mouth wide in shock, amazed at your effrontery and my blaring voice ringing my indignance through the shattered air, my words in harsh insistence, “Answer if you dare!” Line count: 8 Free verse with occasional mischievous rhyming For Express It In Eight, 01.11.22 Prompt: Photo of old fashioned telephone. |
| Decay Down among the detritus, the damp, dank leaves, where rot turns humus into soil, and light is sifted through lace skeletons of another year, secret movement tells another tale, the earthworm draws his littered trail, silverfish hides beneath a stone, centipedes hunt in the shadows, and life proceeds from death. Line count: 10 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 01.10.22 Prompt: Write a ten-line, low poem. |
| Centrifugal Force Only 39th highest in South America, Chimborazo is, in a way, the highest mountain of all, it being on the equatorial bulge caused by the globe’s rotation, and so receives the extra height to be the spot furthest from the centre of the earth. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 01.08.22 Prompt: Earth’s Rotation Day. |
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