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. |
Directions Go straight on here for a mile, get into the field by a stile, on through the wheat to the trees, on your left are the hives of the bees, past the wood there’s the church tower, its bell will toll for the hour, follow the river downstream, and by then you should wake from this dream. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 10.17.23 Prompt: Write a navigation poem. |
Unlikely Distillation It was not to my utter devastation to learn that I have no inclination for such rare matters as meditation and far-fetched possibility of levitation. In fact, the damage to my reputation is likely to end in severe perspiration and, to my complete consternation, the need for a sudden evacuation. Line count: 8 Rhymed aaaa aaaa For Express It In Eight, 10.16.23 Prompt: Levitation. |
Excuses So sorry I’m late - I know I said eight, but you know how it is, one gets buried in biz, I lost my car keys, and my hat in the breeze, but I’ve made it at last, please forgive me the past. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 10.15.23 Prompt: Write a better-late-than-never poem. |
Only Sleeping Please, don't wake me No, don't shake me Leave me where I am I'm only sleeping John Lennon/Paul McCartney Don’t honk if I look sleepy, I know it may seem creepy, but much depends on why I let the world pass by, and if I’d rather slumber, my senses unencumbered, reality has proved so vile, and dreams are more my style. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For express It In Eight, 10.14.23 Prompt: Bumper sticker - Honk if I look sleepy. |
Down Underneath the churning waves of ocean, below the currents of the surface, down in gloomy regions of its dark depths, lies the peace of aeons undisturbed. Across the faces of our multitudes uncounted, in the eyes of a million passers by, and the endless chatter of our teeming thoughts, underneath is silence of the ages. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 10.13.23 Prompt: Underneath. |
Duty Free The duty free shop, airport field of dreams, where responsibility stops amid fantastic schemes, and alcohol, the fuel for fools, confuses all the facts, makes nonsense of the rules, dispensing with the tax. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 10.12.23 Prompt: Write a poem about duty. |
Chocolates Creme tangerine and Montelimar A ginger sling with a pineapple heart Coffee dessert… Savoy Truffle, George Harrison Soft hearted I may be but never hard and nutty, I can be chewy too, in summer I’ll be goo. Praline, cream, and truffle, whatever’s in the shuffle - don’t lose the printed card, or end up with the hard. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 10.11.23 Prompt: Photo of assorted chocolates. |
Snail Sail on silvered soil, your slow and silent spoor, set your snail’s senses, sequestered in your shell. Spirals in your hallway, spiral too your stair, spiralled to your core, and spiral is your home. Line count: 8 Blank verse For Express It In Eight, 10.10.23 Prompt: Write a poem about a shell. |
Sunrise And come the morn, it’s one more dawn that greets our opened eyes, as flees the night, the sun so bright in glory it doth rise into the east where colours feast in broadly painted skies, and songs of birds that need no words release their joyous cries. The day doth find our dreaming minds to wakefulness arise, the shadowed mist, not sorely missed, in readiness applies the daily chore and studied lore our routine now comprise, the endless round, familiar ground, on which all life now flies. Line count: 8 Rhymed aaaa aaaa For Express It In Eight, 10.08.23 Prompt: Write a poem, all of whose lines have exact ending rhyme. |