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 The second of my collections of poems written for "Express It In Eight." |
| As usual these days, I choose blog format because it offers more space for the work. |
| A Petty Poetic Point Lyricists have an easier time, not everything has to rhyme. Don’t ask me for an example, most songs are adequate sample. Just think of the songs that you know, and you’ll see what I’m saying is so. They’re dealing with sounds approximate, not bothered by things appropriate. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 06.15.25 Prompt: None. |
| Forms of Government Democracy Autocracy Theocracy Aristocracy Oligarchy Monarchy Anarchy God. Line count: 8 Rhymed aaaa bbbc For Express It In Eight, 06.14.25 Prompt: None. |
| Laughter as Medicine Do you know my friend Solace? My father’s middle name was Horace - I’m sorry but it rhymes, or maybe it’s the times and I’m dreaming in the forest. It may appear that I’m crazy although I’d walk more than a mile just to see Solace raise a smile! Line count: 8 Rhymed aabba cdd For Solace and Express It In Eight, 06.12.25 Prompt was there none but get better, Solace! |
| Pieces of Eight I have two collections one bulging and full with poems and connections to the number eight all one thousand of them at the instigation of Solace, our challenge gem and inspiration. A thousand is the max allowed for blog format hence my second packs a mere three hundred and all in honour of our leader now abed in hospital I whisper soft Get well soon Solace! Line count: 16 Rhymed abac For Express It In Eight, 06.05.25 Prompted by Sung’manitu’s offering. |
| Punch and Judy Show Oh, don’t point your finger - I’m really not to blame, and, if doubts should linger, just look beyond the game. A puppet show’s the truth, and see who pulls the strings - the man behind the booth, he causes all these things. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 06.03.25 Prompt: Write a poem about using strings. |
| SUNDAY, 06.01.25 Gravity Defied Oh, mister Daddy Longlegs, eight spindly legs akimbo, wavering in indecision, undecided where to go, do you dream of lazy cobwebs dangling from a darkened ceiling, and will you skitter on the wall, to leave the ladies all a-reeling? Line count: 8 Rhymed abcb For Express It In Eight, 06.01.25 Prompt: Write a gangly poem. |
| Amelia Earhart We still think of her, you know, her disappearance a heck of a blow - lost forever in the mighty Pacific, and a legend that’s quite magnific. A skeleton on little Nikumaroro (less populated than ancient Bordeaux) might be hers and some think it’s so, but the truth we’ll not ever know. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb (well, you try finding a rhyme for Nikumaroro) For Express It In Eight, 05.30.25 Prompt: Write a poem about someone who got lost. |
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