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The second of my collections of poems written for "Express It In Eight." |
| As usual these days, I choose blog format because it offers more space for the work. |
| Ringing Rocks Park Yes, I sing in a high, clear voice, a song for those in a tap dance, rock music for mallets and hammers, for me and my family are gifted to ring out in sweet harmony, but remember, oh smiting conductors, it’s our faces you pound for the tune, and erosion will do for us soon. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 04.10.24 Prompt: Ringing Rocks Park in Pennsylvania is an area of rocks that emit musical notes when struck with a hammer. |
| Planets If you think about it while on the throne you sit it’s not as if it’s hidden that all planets are forbidden ‘Cept this one of course and there’s no need to enforce a rule to stop us going where there’s no way for us to get there. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It in eight, 04.09.24 Prompt: Forbidden planet. |
| Ode for a Passing Smoke like interstellar dust between the galaxies caught by the satellite Hubble in a distant instant and coloured by computer to teach the human eye the wonders and beauties we shall never touch. So drifts the smoke from the white tube held by lips with the glowing ember roasting and toasting at tip wreaths of ephemeral blue writhing in darkness a sight rare now and soon to be gone. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 04.08.24 Prompt: Smoke. |
| Mother Teresa Mother Teresa, sweet as a freesia, wrinkled old walnut and homestyled haircut, habit of linen and kind to the children, when she spoke to you be sure it was true. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 04.07.24 Prompt: “Honesty and transparency make you vulnerable. Be honest and transparent anyway.” Mother Teresa. |
 Angelina Woodnymph Angelina dragged though a hedge backwards shy as a doe with faun flits into the shadows capers in the moonlight of a soft summer night lives at the edge of sight ephemeral. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 04.06.24 Prompt: As per illustration. |
| Peace I know the perfect place where I can sit alone, a place of peace and grace in silence like a stone, with thoughts just rolling on from paradise to doom, for ever shines the sun in you, my sweet bathroom. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 04.05.24 Prompt: If possible, find a place to sit in total silence for three to five minutes. Then write a poem about a thought you had in that quiet time. |
| Shhh I’m somewhat fragile in the early morn when just arisen to greet the dawn, computer booted and quietly humming, and careful me with coffee coming. Picking my gentle way through WdC, my eyes still bleary and loth to see, oh, please do not be loud and bray, I’m delicate this time of day. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 04.04.24 Prompt: Write a delicate poem. |
| A Board Rhyme I suppose it was merely typical, in a world so proudly empirical, that people wildly vegetarian should give rise to others contrarian, who, far from mimicking herbivores, have confessed themselves total carnivores. It must be so sweet to eat only meat. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 04.03.24 Prompt: Productive things to do when you’re bored. |
| The Hive Speaks Wooden it be nice if we could? A daily masterpiece for good, produced with no regard for mood, a miracle of failures yet withstood. How the cascade of our genius would decorate the worldly scenius, when all are special we’d become so common we’d be called humdrum. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 04.01.24 Prompt: “Make each day your masterpiece” - John Wooden. |
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