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. |
Grouch Just go away, don’t bother me, stop touching that, it wasn’t free, I don’t need you, I’d rather sleep, mind your own and what’s mine I’ll keep, don’t talk so loud, don’t be so rude, you hurt my ears, that’s awful crude, and if you think I’m so prickly, just go now and - double quickly. Line count: 8 Rhymed couplets For Express It In Eight, 03.04.24 Prompt: Write a prickly poem. |
Doldrums Silent in the sapphire seas Tempests tamed by time Under the ululating updrafts and Vertical vermilion vaults Without the wandering winds Xebecs exult in ecstacy Yachts yearn for yardmasters in Zenith of the Zeeland zone. LIne count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 03.03.24 Prompt: Write a poem in which every line starts with a consecutive letter of the alphabet. Begin with any letter you wish. Note: I chose the last letters of the alphabet to make things more interesting, the alliteration for the same reason. The nautical theme chose itself! |
Echoes A flight of fancy on the wings of a dove booted by Nancy and offered with love Soaring on high and bound for the blue Jimi kisses the sky in hope to get through. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 03.02.24 Prompt: Flight. Note: Not feeling up to it today, so resorted to nonsense. There is, however, a grain of sense in it and it’s found in the title. The echoes mentioned are found in the oblique references to music of my generation. Admittedly, the wings of a dove are from even earlier. |
Clown Though I smile and often fall down, it’s not easy being a clown; I may deal in silly pratfalls, so you laugh and send me catcalls. It’s my pain that buys me applause, and humiliation’s the cause, isolation my greatest of fears, with no one to witness my tears. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb, 8 syllables per line For Express It In Eight, 03.01.24 Prompt: Illustration of a clown. |
Rules for the Game of Life Rules for the game of life, simple steps for starters, here’s how to avoid the strife and never join the martyrs. Do not rise and leave your bed, keep opinions quiet, try not to hear what sages said, and run away from riot. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 02.29.24 Prompt: Simple rules for living. |
Right Away Yes, I’ll do it, just as soon as I possibly can, but first I have to clear the decks and get everything spick and span. Hang on a mo though, I did promise Uncle Joe that I’d definitely visit him soon, so you must wait till tomorrow. Line count: 8 Rhymed abcb dded For Express It In Eight, 02.28.24 Prompt: Write an indecisive poem. |
Stop! Creation is a funny thing, it sticks and then it runs; the trick to make it really sing is knowing when it’s done. Overworking will spoil the piece and take it much too far, lets inspiration wilt and cease and underworking scar. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab, syllables 8-6-8-6 8-6-8-6 For Express It In Eight, 02.27.24 Prompt: Overworking. |
Faites vos Jours I can tell you without preamble, I have no desire to gamble; my tastes lie in other directions and my wishes in various sections. The casino leaves me just cold and, if I may make so bold, I can say without any regret, there’s no magic for me in roulette. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 02.26.24 Prompt: As per illustration. |
Oh Cinnamon Oh cinnamon, once a rare treat, as time’s gone on, it’s much too sweet. Here in the States it’s over-used, the craving sates and sweet tooth bruised. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 02.25.24 Prompt: Cinnamon. |
Clayton Road 1954 A horse in a field, there’s a thing that digs deep to the memory of a boy transplanted briefly to a land both damp and grey, on his way to an unfamiliar school, hand in pocket searching for the sugarlump for his friend. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 02.24.24 Prompt: James Wright’s poem, A Blessing. |