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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. |
| Advice To wave the flag without flagging, never leave your patriotism sagging, to invest your money in gold, should keep you until you get old, to limit your fare to the bovine, and stick to your motto of no wine, will stop people from throwing the mud, but moo, I’m just chewing the cud. Line count: 8 Rhymed couplets For Express It In Eight, 07.17.23 Prompt: Moo, gold, flag. |
| Not an Inch Pigheaded when your heels dig in, obstinate if you deign not to yield, stubborn you’re named for baulkin’ and willful if your rights you wield. Mulish too is what you’re called, unbending to the rule you hear, inflexible when in court you’re hauled, though to the truth you persevere. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 07.16.23 Prompt: Refuse to budge an inch. |
| The Blame Game Where have the ordinary people gone, the ones who sleep so quietly, who break no taboos under the sun, and abide by the laws of society, who stick always to the straight and narrow, the saints that play the game, who live and let live with the humble sparrow, and whose answers are ever the same? Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 07.15.23 Prompt: Quotation by CS Lewis - “We meet no ordinary people in our lives.” |
| Logocracy A poet once said to me that the world would a better place be, if poets were allowed to rule. Did I mention the man’s a fool? Poets live in a land of dreams and have no truck with financial schemes, but government is a matter of fact, with bribe and wine to the rooftop stacked. Line count: 8 Rhyming couplets For Express It In Eight, 07.14.23 Prompt: Choose 2 to 3 words from the poem, The Makers, by Howard Nemerov, and incorporate them into a poem of your own. |
| Dawn Another day, another hadrosaur, thought Fred. Out on the plains, the sun rose, red in the early morning, and Fred’s bleary eye peered from the tree ferns, consumed with dreams of breakfast in his giganotosaurus mind. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 07.13.23 Prompt: Write a long-ago poem. Notes: Hadrosaurids, or duck-billed dinosaurs, are members of the ornithischian family Hadrosauridae. Giganotosaurus is a genus of theropod dinosaur that lived in what is now Argentina, during the early Cenomanian age of the Late Cretaceous period, approximately 99.6 to 95 million years ago. Wikipedia |
| Nebula Nebula, nebulae, great cloud of gas, nebula that you be, oh, world-filling mass, nebula, nebulae, such a gorgeous emission, it’s no problem to me space has no contrition. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 07.12.23 Prompt: Photo of a nebula in space. Note: These photos taken by our many orbiting telescopes are actually coloured so that we can see how beautiful they are. It’s not my fault that the colours chosen for this one make me think of other gaseous and more embarrassing extrusions. |
| Edges England being the land of business, you mind yours and I’ll mind mine, boundaries become our great excess - my edge is here, the rest is thine. Dry stone walls do grace the North, over hill and down in dell, but southerners do find their worth in hedges clipped and tended well. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 07.11.23 Prompt: Write a poem about a hedge. |
| Ouch It hurts, but only when I laugh, though even then it comes in spurts, and makes my insides shrink, not half! A cure, I will find one - I must. No sense in feigning motives pure, I think my sense of humour’s bust! Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 07.10.23 Prompt: Write a poem about a time when someone was physically or emotionally injured, fact or fiction. |
| Up and Away Oh, Christina, what is this you have designed? Eleven syllables for eleven lines, but not forgetting those pesky rhymes to find, and now add uplifting subject like fine wines, though, being me, something else might come to mind; inflation, strikes me, could expand these confines. I could fill this ditty until it billows; with hot air it becomes as soft as pillows. We both could watch as it flies above our heads, and rides the wind to other places instead, but I fear the landing we must take as read. Line count: 11 Form: Eleventh Power - 11 syllables in each line, rhyme scheme: a-b-a-b-a-b-c-c-d-d-d, uplifting subject For Express It In Eight, 07.08.23 Prompt: As per form. |
| Twang Is the present really tense? It depends upon what’s past and all the times that we lacked sense, whenever our fate we cast. Thus we end up tautly strung, like ghee-tars over-tuned, another notch, an added rung, and so our future’s ruined. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 07.07.23 Prompt: Write a tense poem. |
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