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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. |
| A June Croon Oh, the merry month of June, if it hadn’t been so soon, I wouldn’t be so old, if I may make so bold. For then I would be born on some much later morn, the years they would be fewer, and I, with them, much newer. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 02.23.24 Prompt: Write a poem about your birth month. |
| Upside Down They lived happily ever after though that may appear even dafter than this tale which reaches its end with story itself not yet penned. Adventure’s not in the middle it’s saved as sort of a riddle and strangest in this silly rhyme the ending’s once up on a time. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 02.22.24 Prompt: Write an out-of-order poem. Note: “Upon” is written as “up on” to force the reader to stick with the rhythm. It’s called poetic license. |
| It’s Only a Paper Moon It’s only a paper moon and all the world’s a stage a firehose for the monsoon and virtual the rage. But you can keep the play today the author’s not Old Bill it doesn’t matter what they say just take the devil’s pill. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 02.21.24 Prompt: Take the phrase “It’s Only ___”, replace the blank with a word or phrase, and make that the title of your poem. |
| Cup The cupped hands that hold fresh water clear and cold from the stream dripping with the gift of life and special to each one of us our personalised cup that lifts the quenching liquid sweet and limpid to our lips. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 02.20.24 Prompt: Write a poem about a cup. |
| Fortitude The time arrived at last, I gather my biblical loins, and, mindful of the past, my future bought with coins, thoughtless of final death, intrepid still my way, I take a deeper breath, and rise to face the day. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 02.19.24 Prompt: Breathe deeply. |
| Goodnight High in the sky rides the moon, a sliver of silver in velvet bed, with diamond stars random strewn on sheets of blackest thread. Overarching coverlet, the heavens our nightly spread, and tucked in earthly pallet, the world’s asleep in bed. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 02.18.24 Prompt: Write a silver poem. |
| Wild Goose Chase Never met a tame goose in a cage or on the loose so I look for wild geese Greek or cooked in grease. Sometimes they are on the wing of the south they honk and sing but the smartest thing they did turkeys fill their Christmas bid. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 02.16.24 Prompt: Wild goose chase. |
| Slowhand The Enga man slips in and steals the finest notion - an instrument he be of music and devotion. Which leaves me with the bones, both aged and aching now, and yes, a tune they make but I’ll not take a bow. Line count: 8 Rhymed abcb For Express It In Eight, 02.15.24 Prompt: Write a poem about archaeology or a cave or treasure or music or bones. |
| Dirty Little Secret Dirty little secret, dark and dim, hides in the heart of human sin, tinkers with the truth and closes eyes, fudges with the facts and tells its lies. Open up the window, let light in, throw away the cover, see how thin is the little secret now revealed, funny how it withers unconcealed. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 02.14.24 Prompt: Write about something uncovered. |
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