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Entries to Express It In Eight from September 2020 to the present .
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March 31, 2022 at 10:32am
March 31, 2022 at 10:32am
#1029790
Nonsense

There is no doubt
in obsession,
except the shout
of completion.

There is no argh
in decision
except the R
in derision.



Line count: 8
Rhymed abab cdcd
For Express It In Eight, 03.31.22
Prompt: BEGIN YOUR POEM WITH ONE OF THE FOLLOWING:

Imagine a world …

There is no doubt …
March 30, 2022 at 10:53am
March 30, 2022 at 10:53am
#1029736
Hedges

The hedge, surely the invention of the British,
true expression of singular, obsessive privacy,
representative of boundary, extent of influence,
visual declaration of this is mine and the rest yours,
for all I care. This is how to get along,
to live, secure and alone, in the midst of millions
and, if I may bend Frost just a little for once,
good hedges make good neighbours.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 03.30.22
Prompt: Write a hedge poem.
March 29, 2022 at 2:20pm
March 29, 2022 at 2:20pm
#1029687
Sounds

“Shh,” goes the sign to keep silent,
yet, of all sounds, that sibilant hiss
carries furthest in the silent darkness.
Stealth negated by its initial.

“Yuck!” she cries in disgust,
but I remember a time of comics
when the sound of “Yuck yuck”
meant the chortle of mirth.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 03.29.22
Prompt: Shh, yuck.

March 28, 2022 at 9:33am
March 28, 2022 at 9:33am
#1029607
Compensation

Counting off the decades of life,
seven seems unlikely,
an unexpected surprise
in supposed decline.

But inexplicable
this flowering
of verse in old age,
signing off.



Line count: 8
Free verse, syllables 8.6.7.5.6.4.5.3
For Express It In Eight, 03.28.22
Prompt: Decline.
March 27, 2022 at 10:11am
March 27, 2022 at 10:11am
#1029547
Song for San Francisco

“Humming Bird at Rest with Flowers,”
the painting implanted in memory,
but clouds gathered, rain fell,
and colours dripped in sheets,
a passing helicopter left its ghost,
the sun shone in a laundered sky
and dreams of cakes in MacArthur Park
were shattered.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 03.27.22
Prompt: Painting of humming bird on a branch with helicopter in a clouded sky.
March 26, 2022 at 9:35am
March 26, 2022 at 9:35am
#1029497
Planetary Thoughts

Saturn,
our rotund acquaintance,
still wears a belt
several sizes too large.

Others of our kin,
being gaseous giants,
are too far away
to offend.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 03.26.22
Prompt: Saturday.
March 25, 2022 at 12:39pm
March 25, 2022 at 12:39pm
#1029462
Secrecy

I know a secret.
Unfortunately
and to my regret,
it was told to me
and with me must stay,
to keep it from the light of day.

Unreasonable,”
you remonstrate.
“As one so stable,
having such restraint,
to lack trust in me
is surely blatant perfidy.”



Line count: 8 + 4
Rhymed ababcc dedeff, syllables 555558 555558
For Express It In Eight, 03.25.22
Prompt: EIGHT … PLUS FOUR!! (Yes, 12 amazing lines).. WRITE A SECRET POEM and/or WRITE AN UNREASONABLE POEM
March 24, 2022 at 9:58am
March 24, 2022 at 9:58am
#1029423
Those Magnificent Men…

Surrender then to the abyss,
ambition mere disaster,
your dreams of flight have gone amiss
and gravity’s your master.

The design seems to have a flaw,
the wings look very flimsy;
methinks you’ll end up very sore,
your plans are really whimsy.

Fine example of brave humanity,
unless, of course, it’s just insanity.



Line count: 8 + 2
Ravenfly form (10 lines -- two quatrains and a couplet, syllables per line – 8/7/8/7 8/7/8/7 10/10, rhyme scheme – abab cdcd ee)
For Express It In Eight, 03.24.22
Prompt: Surrender.
Note: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gN-ZktmjIfE
March 23, 2022 at 8:04am
March 23, 2022 at 8:04am
#1029378
Spring

Spring and a weary sun
climbs reluctant from the morning mist,
the faded grass, flattened by the memory
of snow, stretches to the tangled bushes,
still stripped and stark, unready
for the task of reawakening.

Spring and another year
struggles upward through the ashes.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 03.23.22
Prompt: Weary.
March 22, 2022 at 9:48am
March 22, 2022 at 9:48am
#1029326
The Directional Propensities of the Pigeon

Pigeons are known to be fond of home;
their desire to get there legendary.
Never mind “as the crow flies” -
the pigeon brooks no detours.

Though single-minded this may be,
and home is sweet for everyone,
it’s not yours he cares about.
Don’t let the pigeon drive the bus!



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 03.22.22
Prompt: Don’t Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus!

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