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Entries to Express It In Eight from September 2020 to the present .
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March 4, 2024 at 6:05am
March 4, 2024 at 6:05am
#1065527
Grouch

Just go away, don’t bother me,
stop touching that, it wasn’t free,
I don’t need you, I’d rather sleep,
mind your own and what’s mine I’ll keep,
don’t talk so loud, don’t be so rude,
you hurt my ears, that’s awful crude,
and if you think I’m so prickly,
just go now and - double quickly.



Line count: 8
Rhymed couplets
For Express It In Eight, 03.04.24
Prompt: Write a prickly poem.

March 3, 2024 at 7:40am
March 3, 2024 at 7:40am
#1065460
Doldrums

Silent in the sapphire seas
Tempests tamed by time
Under the ululating updrafts and
Vertical vermilion vaults
Without the wandering winds
Xebecs exult in ecstacy
Yachts yearn for yardmasters in
Zenith of the Zeeland zone.



LIne count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 03.03.24
Prompt: Write a poem in which every line starts with a consecutive letter of the alphabet. Begin with any letter you wish.
Note: I chose the last letters of the alphabet to make things more interesting, the alliteration for the same reason. The nautical theme chose itself!

March 2, 2024 at 6:48am
March 2, 2024 at 6:48am
#1065371
Echoes

A flight of fancy
on the wings of a dove
booted by Nancy
and offered with love

Soaring on high
and bound for the blue
Jimi kisses the sky
in hope to get through.



Line count: 8
Rhymed abab
For Express It In Eight, 03.02.24
Prompt: Flight.
Note: Not feeling up to it today, so resorted to nonsense. There is, however, a grain of sense in it and it’s found in the title. The echoes mentioned are found in the oblique references to music of my generation. Admittedly, the wings of a dove are from even earlier.

March 1, 2024 at 5:26am
March 1, 2024 at 5:26am
#1065303
Clown

Though I smile and often fall down,
it’s not easy being a clown;
I may deal in silly pratfalls,
so you laugh and send me catcalls.

It’s my pain that buys me applause,
and humiliation’s the cause,
isolation my greatest of fears,
with no one to witness my tears.



Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb, 8 syllables per line
For Express It In Eight, 03.01.24
Prompt: Illustration of a clown.


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