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Rated: 13+ · Book · Writing · #2316158
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.
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April 8, 2024 at 6:49am
April 8, 2024 at 6:49am
#1067991
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.
April 7, 2024 at 6:20am
April 7, 2024 at 6:20am
#1067860
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.
April 6, 2024 at 6:51am
April 6, 2024 at 6:51am
#1067782
Girl with twiggy hair (a sixties joke).


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.
April 5, 2024 at 5:43am
April 5, 2024 at 5:43am
#1067627
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.
April 4, 2024 at 6:30am
April 4, 2024 at 6:30am
#1067546
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.

April 3, 2024 at 6:51am
April 3, 2024 at 6:51am
#1067472
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.

April 1, 2024 at 7:56am
April 1, 2024 at 7:56am
#1067292
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.
March 31, 2024 at 6:09am
March 31, 2024 at 6:09am
#1067218
Mount Huashan

The way to heaven indeed,
express service, no stops on the way,
direct route and a brief flight,
comfort like floating on air,
guaranteed delivery to the gate
gilded and marked arrivals,
but not for me, no, not me.
For me, heaven can wait.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 03.31.24
Prompt: Mount Huashan, China.
March 30, 2024 at 6:18am
March 30, 2024 at 6:18am
#1067179
Meddle

The drawing approaches completion
the writhing lines twisting, doubling,
climbing upon each other, and layered,
a complexity of dark and light and there,
it’s done. But wait,an empty area,
an open space, another line, it
needs a little more, a final tweak…

and Blast! It’s ruined.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 03.30.24
Prompt: Write a meddlesome poem.

March 29, 2024 at 6:50am
March 29, 2024 at 6:50am
#1067123
Sour

Elixir of the gods
with a hyena’s bite,
leaves your tongue in knots
and your face a sight.

Sheila’s lemon surprise,
oh, concoction rude,
will shrink your eyes,
leave you wrinkled and screwed.



Line count: 8
Rhymed abab
For Express It In Eight, 03.29.24
Prompt: Write a sour poem.


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