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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. |
![]() ![]() Alzheimers These rags would indicate presence, though lacking that certain essence, they drape an empty mimicry of being, much less than simile, still claims a space within the scene, solidity quite unforeseen, yet turns its back upon the world, its vacancy upon us hurled. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 11.18.23 Prompt: As per illustration. |
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Awareness Awareness lies like an invisible cloak on innocent shoulders, it drapes, a weightless film on the life of the newborn, and ties the cord of belonging round the neck of understanding, opens the eyes of expectation to past, present and future, stirs the dust of our passing with the wake of being, clogs with the grime of the tallied years, the edges of memory, grows heavy with cares and worries and fears of the self, wears thin at last as the fading light hides the last of its sheen. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 11.17.23 Prompt: Write a poem about awareness. |
Partners A troll is to a bridge as cold is to a fridge, it’s all about a purpose, a shell must have its tortoise, a cloud’s in need of rain, a bath will have its drain, events do have their time, and poems sometimes rhyme. Line count: 8 Rhymed couplets For Express It In Eight, 11.15.23 Prompt: Picture of a troll under a bridge. |
A Clear Poem Look there, where the light reflects upon the page, you might not see it from that angle, imagine that it’s hidden from limelight on the stage, don’t grasp it - better that it’s wangled. Try squinting and gaze into the distance, apprehension requires that you intuit, so much depends upon the happenstance, the problem being you can see through it! Line cont: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 11.14.23 Prompt: Write a clear poem. |
Knock Knock Knock knock, comes the familiar sound, someone at the door it seems. A second chance on a hopeful round, or landlord come to end your dreams? Ed McMahon with stupendous prize, salesman with some life enhancer? Possibilities before your eyes - get up, man, and go to answer. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 11.13.23 Prompt: Knock. |
Carpe Diem To meditate upon predicate is to procrastinate beyond the ultimate. Be bold and not old, completely sold whate'er may unfold. Line count: 8 Rhymed aaaa bbbb For Express It In Eight, 11.12.23 Prompt: Meditate. |
Weather Report There will come soft rain, in these British Isles, that’s a given, though not at all a pain, nor reason to give in, the climate being temperate, and gentle in its moods, not some dehydrated emirate with sweaty attitudes. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 11.11.23 Prompt: There Will Come Soft Rain by Sara Teasdale. |
Blue When the world turned blue. saturated in shadow and gloom, the cows, at first befuddled that all had become so muddled, held a meeting to discuss if blue food should be a fuss, but Daisy declared that grass was grass and deserved a pass. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 11.10.23 Prompt: Cows under a surreal blue sky. |
![]() ![]() A Singing Sensation That singing quintet (acapella to the core), Five Green Peppers, so cool and even more, available on diskette, harmonies top drawer, and all are high steppers, a guaranteed encore. Line count: 8 Rhymed abcbabcb For Express It In Eight As per illustration. |
Good Old C.S. Clive Staples Lewis - no matter what your excuse is, if you haven’t read his books, you deserve all kinds of looks for being too old for sense, just lost in a forest too dense, and too young to believe what everyone else can perceive. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 11.04.23 Prompt: "Those of us who are blamed when old for reading childish books were blamed when children for reading books too old for us. No reader worth his salt trots along in obedience to a time-table.” ― C.S. Lewis |