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Rated: E · Book · Entertainment · #2268464
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.
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February 2, 2024 at 7:16am
February 2, 2024 at 7:16am
#1063310
Submarine Party

It seemed a good idea at first
but later turned out to be worst;
the crew said we really ought
to party right there in the port.

It was tight but the booze was free,
just as well that we were not at sea,
someone flipped a lever while drunk,
now it seems that the party has sunk.



Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 02.02.24
Prompt: Worst place to have a party - in a submarine.

February 1, 2024 at 7:03am
February 1, 2024 at 7:03am
#1063265
Rock climber on a vertical cliff.


Rock Climbing

Rather you than me, buddy,
with my boots all scuffed and muddy,
but yours precarious,
with cleats so various,
perched upon a ledge,
indeed, the very edge,
the only thing that’s holding
‘gainst life’s complete unfolding,
your slender means of ascent,
or slip and swift descent.



Line count: 8
Rhyming couplets.
For Express It In Eight, 02.01.24
Prompt: As per illustration.

January 31, 2024 at 8:14am
January 31, 2024 at 8:14am
#1063223
Daydream 2

Out on the summer breeze
from the shade of the maple tree
into the bright sunshine of a cloudless day
and so to distant lands
of white sands and turquoise seas
lazy hammocks between palm trees slung
and cries of gulls from the heights
let us wander free.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 01.31.24
Prompt: Allow your mind to wander.

January 30, 2024 at 7:30am
January 30, 2024 at 7:30am
#1063176
Cordon Bleu

The culinary arts are my delight
and my kitchen the scene of wonders bright,
microwave the implement wielded well,
and the freezer source of many a spell.

Oh, the cheese toast of my clever design,
the corn flakes in ways that are only mine,
but the recipe best of my cuisine
needs spices and a can of baked beans.



Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 01.30.24
Prompt: Kitchen.

January 29, 2024 at 7:36am
January 29, 2024 at 7:36am
#1063139
Wayfare

Uncertain, we set out on life’s journey,
guarded, as though we enter some tourney,
announced our names on the list,
adieu on our lips as we kissed,
then boldly we set foot to path,
armoured ‘gainst deception and wrath,
creating a magnificent past,
till we come to Bitter End at last.



Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 01.29.24
Prompts: Uncertain, Texas; Bitter End, Tennessee.

January 27, 2024 at 6:47am
January 27, 2024 at 6:47am
#1063035
Imagine

Ya gotta love geography,
for me it’s biography.
My nose was always in maps
while waking hours elapsed.

So I travelled in dreams
to places with magical streams
and jellyfish lakes far away;
the world was my turf for a day.



Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 01.27.24
Prompt: Article about a jellyfish lake.

January 26, 2024 at 6:42am
January 26, 2024 at 6:42am
#1062988
Foreboding

Sometimes I feel we’re like ants,
with our philosophy merely a rant,
and the future over us looming,
dark thunder ahead just booming.

We gather and swarm in our cities
and dream that we’re all sitting pretty,
but the devil laughs at our notions,
as he mixes the next evil potion.



Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 01.26.24
Prompt: Looming.

January 25, 2024 at 8:39am
January 25, 2024 at 8:39am
#1062942
Green Door

Green door,
what’s that secret you’re keeping?
Windows,
to the inside I’m peeking.

Latch key,
under welcome mat hiding.
Unlock,
patience no longer biding.



Line count: 8
Rhymed abcb
For Express It In Eight, 01.25.24
Prompt: Photos of green doors.

January 24, 2024 at 7:17am
January 24, 2024 at 7:17am
#1062893
Self Care

Buy yourself some flowers
or, even better still,
spend some happy hours
stealing them from Bill.

Go drink some herbal tea -
making sure it’s hot,
but me, I’ll have coffee,
black and from the pot.



Line count: 8
Rhymed abab
For Express It In Eight, 01.24.24
Prompt: Self care - buy yourself some flowers, drink a cup of hot tea.

January 23, 2024 at 7:50am
January 23, 2024 at 7:50am
#1062848
My Hair’s Still Long

Oh, bless you, Jenny Joseph,
with purple dress and red hat -
I love your late rebellion
and rage in age like that.

I know exactly what you mean
and hear your freedom song,
for my life has been rebellion
and my hair is still too long.



Line count: 8
Rhymed abcb
For Express It In Eight, 01.23.24
Prompt: The poem
Warning by Jenny Joseph.


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