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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. |
| Soma My father was a pharmacist but science never kissed my lips - instead I was forsaken and by writing I was taken. So now I sell a different drug to put a smile on mugs to take you from this hurtful world and in escape you’re curled. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 01.22.24 Prompt: Escapism. |
| Time 4 Sometimes the weight of years lies heavy on the backs of the old and the pain of living tests our patience. And then a day dawns with fresh resolve life shining with smiles as we consider our blessings. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 01.20.24 Prompt: Sculpture of old and broken people. |
| Flying In dreams alone we know of flight, it’s not as if we had the right so effortless to take the air, to be like birds and live up there; no, we with artifice contrive to launch ourselves and then to strive, momentum’s shove and maybe glide, upon the wind we’ll never ride. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 01.19.24 Prompt: Write a poem about flight. Note: The Beatles wrote an instrumental called Flying which gives a perfect impression of what flight must be like, in dreams at least. I’m not going to compete with perfection! |
| Forerunner From utmost Thule, the farthest place we learned in school, to nearby Thrace, the messenger brought wax and lace, a harbinger of gentle grace. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 01.18.24 Prompts: Utmost, messenger, wax. |
| Question I was scooting along singing the song and blowing in the wind when suddenly it seemed to me the answer travelled free both it and I did not ask why. Line count: 8 Rhymed aab ccc dd For Express It In Eight, 01.17.24 Prompt: Blowin’ in the Wind. Note: I seem to have entered a minimalist period in my poetry, even down to the punctuation. It is such fun to be brief and to the point. Perhaps it’s just a phase and I’ll grow out of it… |
| Saving the World It was the last straw. Jim knew this - he had counted and searched diligently. So he sucked reflectively the last dregs from the glass, threw the straw away, and resigned himself to paper. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 01.15.24 Prompt: The last straw. |
| Flower Power Yes, I know it was my generation no need to treat us with veneration the present world mess is our fault good intentions turned to assault high ideals we had without number our “happenings” made us just dumber but one thing will always be true we had much better music than you. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 01.14.24 Prompt: The Human Be-in 1967. |
| Please excuse Beholden as… Today he woke up sick, his voice has gone all thick, his nose it is a-dripping, and his grip is somewhat slipping. So it’s not the best of times to start demanding lines all positive and wise when his temp is on the rise. Signed: Beholden’s Mom Line count: 8 (I don’t count my mom’s signature) Form: Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 01.12.24 Prompt: Living mindfully - break patterns, do more listening and observing. |
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