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Entries to Express It In Eight from September 2020 to the present .
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March 4, 2022 at 11:26am
March 4, 2022 at 11:26am
#1028231
Repeat After Me

Pity the guy
who had to transcribe
all the oo-oohs
of this song.

He’s up there
with those unfortunates
still writing sha-na-na
and do-wah-diddy.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 10.29.21
Prompt: The song, Don’t Worry Be Happy
March 4, 2022 at 11:25am
March 4, 2022 at 11:25am
#1028230
Uncertainty

Glanced at Eight this morning,
thought, “Now that is cool”
and liked it without warning -
I’d forgotten I’m a fool.

Second thoughts aren’t easy,
unsure I have become,
the first might have been breezy,
the second’s made me glum.



Line count: 8
Rhymed abab
For Express It In Eight, 10.28.21
Prompt: Write an unsure poem.
March 4, 2022 at 11:24am
March 4, 2022 at 11:24am
#1028229
Five Cats

Five cats, regarding Vincent’s work,
The Starry Night, revealed
their thoughts, as cats are wont to do.
“Astigmatism,” said the orange one,
the white ones disagreed, saying
“it’s how he wished it be.”
The black opined, “That’s Sirius,”
the fifth enquired, “Which is the Mouse?”



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 10.27.21
Prompt: Illustration of cats observing van Gogh’s
The Starry Night.
March 4, 2022 at 11:22am
March 4, 2022 at 11:22am
#1028228
Mystification

Consternation greets the realisation
that life may be pure dramatisation
that everything is just aberration
and all our dreams are affectation

Abnegation of such cerebration
could provide a better dispensation
especially if, with cogitation,
everything leads to osculation.



Line count: 8
Rhymed comic verse
For Express It In Eight, 10.26.21
Prompt: Consternation.
March 4, 2022 at 11:21am
March 4, 2022 at 11:21am
#1028227
Scraping Autumn’s Barrel

Autumn, the two-edged sword,
remembered for fiery colours,
the fruits of harvests, the end
of heatwaves, and yet this
is mere preparation. Fall
recalls the depth of winter,
readies itself for icy death,
seeds life for another year.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 10.25.21
Prompt: “Wild is the music of the autumnal winds amongst the faded woods.” ~ William Wordsworth
Note: My poem is very cynical but Autumn has had its due appreciation and it’s time it was recognised as the little death it is.
March 4, 2022 at 11:19am
March 4, 2022 at 11:19am
#1028226
One More Autumn Poem

Reality selects its fiery palette
as Autumn arrives, painting the leaves
with red, yellow, and gold,
setting the forest alight with warmth,
spreading a shifting carpet on
the dark and dampened earth.
Overhead, the windy sky is brushed
with opaque gouache clouds.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 10.24.21
Prompts: Palette, painting, brush, gouache.
March 4, 2022 at 11:18am
March 4, 2022 at 11:18am
#1028225
Willowy

The weeping willow on the river bank,
green with richness of the deep, dark soil,
its roots drinking in the goodness and
the trunk reaching higher every year,
lets its branches droop to create a veil
of shivering leaves that kiss the earth,
caress the waters and shade the sun
from the dappled peace at its foot.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 10.22.21
Prompt: Willowy.
March 4, 2022 at 11:17am
March 4, 2022 at 11:17am
#1028223
Illustration to poem Bicycle.


Bicycle

Jimmy tied his balloon to her bicycle,
then ran ahead, whooping and leaping,
as she rode downhill, wing creaking above,
while we yelled her on from the crest.
Faster and faster she hurtled down,
bouncing and hurdling in the grass,
Jimmy unable to keep up the pace.
And Death sitting, unmoved, nearby.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 10.21.21
Prompt: As per illustration.
March 4, 2022 at 11:16am
March 4, 2022 at 11:16am
#1028222
Inheritance

The public square,
where the debates of power
decide the fate of nations.
Yet, in the secret places,
the powerless
dream their dreams of tomorrow
and the meek
prepare to receive the Earth.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 10.19.21
Prompts: Secret place and public square.
March 4, 2022 at 11:14am
March 4, 2022 at 11:14am
#1028221
Raga

The sitar’s golden notes
pouring like gifted rain
from the tambura skies,
ever present while the tabla
speaks of the fields and forests,
weaving a thousand voices
with the touch of sitar,
gentle upon the ear.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 10.18.21
Prompt: Raga.

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