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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. |
| Apropos of Nothing Reasons to be cheerful, I’d rather not be fearful, so let me have an earful, and never be so tearful. These poems can be silly, landscapes might be hilly, a horse is oft a filly, and no, my name’s not Billy. Line count: 8 Rhymed aaaa bbbb For Express It In Eight, 07.05.25 Prompt: None. |
| Rat Race I must be up and gone by eight the rules require I not be late these timely deadlines are my fate the sprouts upon my daily plate. My life is measured out in bits no wonder that my brow is knit I serve the timepiece on the wall and heed its ev’ry beck and call. Line count: 8 Rhymed aaaa bbcc For Express It In Eight, 07.03.25 Prompt: None. |
| Roses Eighteen yellow roses came today but I seem to miss the things they say tomorrow they will die and fade away and you and I will find another way. I don’t know why they should be yellow the question is more thought than bellow but I retreat and let it mellow that’s me you see, a laid back fellow. Line count: 8 Rhymed aaaa bbbb For Express It In Eight, 07.01.25 No prompt. |
| Nautical Nonsense Sound eight bells and all is well Ancient mariner’s tale to tell Splice the mainbrace, tote that bale Thar she blows, the whitish whale. Steady as she goes, another tack Halfway there and we’ll sail right back All hands on deck and set the jib Poor old ship - she’s cracked a rib. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 06.30.25 Prompt: None. |
| Who Are You? Don’t call me a gadabout I’m really just a lad about the town. Perhaps a flibbertigibbet but not a Jiminy Cricket when down. Identity my entity. Line count: 8 Rhymed aab ccb dd For Express It In Eight, 06.29.25 Prompt: None. |
| Nautical Dream Eight bells on deck the ancient wreck turns in the fog we down our grog the Dutchman flies and the soul sighs with sails full filled the phantom stilled. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb, 4 syllables per line For Express It In Eight, 06.26.25 Prompt: None. |
| Pieces of Eight 2 Pieces of eight strewn in the mind minor and great all that we find. Thoughts at the time fresh in the morn both yours and mine greeting the dawn. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab, 4 syllables per line For Express It In Eight, 06.25.25 Prompt: None. |
| Song Without Sense Sing a song of eight pence and think of days gone by doesn’t have to make sense just get them wond’ring why When all the world’s a lollipop and clowns live in the sky the choice is either go or stop then roast or boil or fry. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 06.21.25 Prompt: None. |
| Perhaps In the land of the uncertain “Sure” is definitely not heard Everyone is a-flirtin’ Never trusting anyone’s word So they live in permanent flux Fickle from the day of their birth With maybes delivered in trucks The place I’m describing is Earth. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 06.18.25 Prompt: Write a poem about something you’re not sure of. |
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