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 Moment How long is a moment? Is it an instant in time so fleeting and miraculous that it exceeds all expectation? Or can it be a lifelong experience of sheer joy and special being that lasts forever? Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 04.20.26 Prompt: The beauty of a single moment. |
![]() Clutter The landscape of my desk overpopulated mess a lifetime’s scattered tracks confusion piled on stacks. And yet the clutter works a use for all that lurks each one assigned a place secretly ordered space. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 04.13.26 Prompt: Clutter. |
| A Quick Buck I once had a dollar a dollar I had took an age to collar and you’ll think me mad but this buck was so quick it was so hard to catch yet gone in a tick of my secondhand watch. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 04.07.26 Prompt: Write “a quick buck” poem. |
| Just Because It’s possible but not recommended, allowable but not if intended. There is much that I can, but more that I shouldn’t. Things that I might plan, even those that I wouldn’t. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 04.06.26 Prompt: Write an “it’s possible” poem. |
| No Connection Help me, Information, get in touch with my Marie - she’s the only one who’d call me here from Memphis Tennessee. Her home is on the south side high upon a ridge, just a half a mile from the Mississippi Bridge. Chuck Berry 1963 Return to sender, address unknown, No such number, no such zone. We had a quarrel, a lover's spat, I write I'm sorry, but my letter keeps coming back. Otis Blackwell/Winfield Scott 1962 Isolation sings in the wires, Loneliness in the air, Yearning the motivator, Wishing we were there. Heard your voice in the ether, The sound of a love I knew, Trapped in the long hereafter, Separation’s no breakthrough. Line count: 8 Rhymed abcb For Express It In Eight, 04.05.26 Prompt: Write a “no connection” poem. |
| Numbers Beep beep, beep beep, I'm going cheap and fully bar-coded, so modern moded. Scan me with laser. No, not the tazer! Just read my number, we'll all be much dumber. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Get The Picture! 04.01.26 Prompt: Picture of supermarket line with all customers' faces barcoded. |
| Decisions Coffee or tea, coffee or tea, which beverage shall it be? Either shop or house, shop or house, the Yankee’s wit, the British nous. The eternal question and so beyond mention, ascertain your poison that’ll keep your toys in. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 04.01.26 Prompt: Write a coffee or tea shop poem. Note: “Nous” is British slang for common sense. It is pronounced to rhyme with house and not, as asserted by Google, noose. |
| Sweetie Pie This poem’s a frosted cereal sugar-coated every flake you’ll get all the sweetness desired even more than wishing can take. Your problems might one day be dental but the future takes care of its own the present’s concerned with your pleasure and your taste buds are still on the throne. Line count: 8 Rhymed abcb For Express It In Eight, 03.31.26 Prompt: Write a sugar-coated poem. |