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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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March 28, 2024 at 7:05am
March 28, 2024 at 7:05am
#1067068
Think

Connect to my senses?
Try disconnecting - you can’t.
Their rule’s so intensive,
switch them off? No, you shan’t.

Oh, I know what you mean:
let emotion be king,
but to me that’s obscene;
only logic allows me to sing.



Line count: 8
Rhymed (including near-rhymes) abab
For Express It In Eight, 03.28.24
Prompt: Connect to your senses.
March 27, 2024 at 7:08am
March 27, 2024 at 7:08am
#1067019
Fearless Fred

Fearless Fred
never dead
so it’s said
by Tumbler Ted.

This same Fred
with hair so red
once fully fed
sleeps in bed.



Line count: 8
Rhymed aaaa
For Express It In Eight, 03.27.24
Prompt: Fearless.
March 26, 2024 at 7:20am
March 26, 2024 at 7:20am
#1066948
A Flimsy Poem

Be careful with this!
It’s not very strong
a touch stronger than kiss
and it will not last long.

There are some parts of it
so wispy and thin
they’ll break with a hit
as if made of tin.



Line count: 8
Rhymed abab
For Express It In Eight, 03.26.24
Prompt: Write a flimsy poem.

March 25, 2024 at 7:01am
March 25, 2024 at 7:01am
#1066885
Cusp

Bridge over mirrored water
suspension of self over glass
here in the gap between worlds
be still in the stillness of time

High in the frozen forever
snows of the peak down its face
silent in highest of dreaming
be caught as a mote in the dawn
.


Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 03.25.24
Prompt: Illustration of man on suspension bridge over water with mountain behind.

March 24, 2024 at 6:11am
March 24, 2024 at 6:11am
#1066826
Life According to Jonathan

The sun comes up, the sun goes down,
my skin is wrinkled, my shell is brown,
you speak of things my years have known,
yet all my days elsewhere were sown.

I’ve not seen this and I’ve not seen that,
to me it seems the world’s still flat,
and if I linger longer here,
the day’s the same from where I peer.



Line cont: 8
Rhyming couplets
For Express It In Eight, 03.24.24
Prompt: Jonathan the tortoise is the oldest known living land animal.

March 23, 2024 at 7:05am
March 23, 2024 at 7:05am
#1066762
Curlew

There’s a reason they talk of the curlew’s call
in broad flat sea marshes in the mists of dawn
where the cold lingers in muddy backwaters
and the soul can be alone as never before.

It’s a sound that speaks of vast emptiness
that wraps us in the fog of separation from kin
and calls forth a spectre of bleak nostalgia
so much more than Hepburn’s “The loons, the loons.”



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 03.23.24
Prompt: Choose a word or two from one of the three poems and write a poem around it. I chose the word “curlew” from Longfellow’s
The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls.

March 22, 2024 at 7:21am
March 22, 2024 at 7:21am
#1066714
Empty suits and shoes suspended beneath balloons.


Politicians

An assembly of windbags,
of airheads indeed,
spineless and empty,
they’re mastered by greed.

Absolute nothing can fill their shoes,
send them off somewhere,
Alaska has need
of all that hot air.



Line count: 8
Rhymed abcb
For Express It In Eight, 03.22.24
Prompt: As per illustration.

March 21, 2024 at 7:09am
March 21, 2024 at 7:09am
#1066667
A Punctual Poem

Right on time
you made it on the line
neither here nor there
no waiting anywhere

Life calculated
in seconds tabulated
you’ll not make me surly
cos I’m always early.



Line count: 8
Rhyming couplets
For Express It In Eight, 03.21.24
Prompt: Write a punctual poem.

March 20, 2024 at 6:40am
March 20, 2024 at 6:40am
#1066608
Road to Anywhere

Stop reading,
my mind has gone,
and there’s no guarantee
of where we might be headed.

It could be
another’s memories
of India or, more likely,
a baked potato on an illicit fire.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 03.20.24
Prompt: Stop reading my mind.
March 19, 2024 at 8:05am
March 19, 2024 at 8:05am
#1066560
Confound That Man!

Confounding expectations, that’s my game,
let them dream then wake them, ever the aim,
in all things I shall be delectable,
and that is by being unpredictable,
the skies I shall paint a vibrant yellow,
silence I’ll interrupt with a bellow,
the words I will twist to mean opposite,
and all purities just a composite.



Line count: 8
Rhyming couplets, ten syllables per line
For Express It In Eight, 03.19.24
Prompt: Confounding.


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