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 |  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. |
 Sweet Dreams “Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground” Fire and Rain - James Taylor The elephant has landed on the field of the cloth of green, his balloons transforming into rainbows of hot air adventures, and the winged airship, barque of the dread pirate Roberts, turning for the Palace of Versailles from the road that goes ever ever on. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 10.06.23 Prompt: As per illustration. References: The elephant has landed - Based on the film and book, The Eagle has Landed by Jack Higgins Field of the cloth of green - The Field of the Cloth of Gold, historic meeting between Henry VIII and François I of France, 1520 Hot air adventures - The animated film, Up Barque of the dread pirate Roberts - the film, The Princess Bride The Palace of Versailles - Built by Louis XIV, the Sun King The road that goes ever ever on - The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings, JRR Tolkien. |
| Under the Bridge Under the bridge where the homeless go, where the cardboard cities continue to grow, where lives are beached from the ebb and the flow, where hope comes to die in pain and sorrow, here where the trolls have long since departed, gone for the goats far away and uncharted, our fairy tales now not for the fainthearted, filled only with souls that are broken and martyred. Line count: 8 Rhymed aaaa bbbb For Express It In Eight, 10.05.23 Prompt: Under the bridge. |
 Ghostfish Goldie, I know it’s so, it’s cool your eyes do glow, but must you be so big? Is it some kind of dig? Please, no more fireballs, my guilt is wall to wall, being haunted is my due for flushing down the loo. Line count: 8 Rhymed couplets For Express It In Eight, 10.03.23 Prompt: As per illustration. |
| Isolation Turning inward, like the bud folding itself to hide from the night, when I, so late, chance upon what makes me stand alone, unable to accept the dreams of others, but know how truly I am one, then it's armour or camouflage in defence of isolation. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 10.02.23 Prompt: Write a poem about isolation. |
| Talkin’ ‘bout my Generation Music of my generation has been our great veneration resulting in sixties rebellion long hair the badge of us hellions now grey and vast paunched we might regret what we launched but the music is what we attest as the best of all time in the west. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 10.01.23 Prompt: International Music Day. Note: Sorry about my occasional missing from action over the last few days but covid made a return and drained my energy. Nothing serious, but enough to slow me down. |
 Put It There Put it there, If it weighs a ton Put It There, Paul McCartney Give me your hand, I'd like to shake it, I want to show you I'm your friend. I don’t care if it weighs a ton, as long as you and I are here, put it there. If I can make it clear, It's all that matters in the end. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 09.29.23 Prompt: As per illustration. Note: I forget what they call it but there is a form in which the lines are taken from another poem or, as in this case, a song. |
| Wild Goose Chase There they go, honking their way through the upper atmosphere, bound for warmer climes and bountiful country, easy living, for northern snowbirds from glacial lakes and bogs. If I had wings… Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 09.28.23 Prompt: Wild goose chase. |
| Vaulting Ambition As here on earth the nations turn to bickering between themselves, the notions vain and petty, with all debate reduced to mockery and snickering, and reason disregarded as just so much confetti, good men reviled and condemned with innuendo, millions repeating lies to lead them all in thrall to faithless gods while truth’s in diminuendo, the vault of heaven silent as we design our fall. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 09.25.23 Prompt: Vault. |
 }Water The boy sips at water from the tap the kitchen dark red electric bill crumpled in a corner the cupboards bare father gone when hope was too mother down at the bingo for boy and baby sister life drips on. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 09.24.23 Prompt: As per illustration. |
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