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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. |
| Reasons to be Cheerful - Part 94 Tomorrow knows just one day more than what today has figured out. And so I learn from day to day - it seems I’m just an abacus. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 06.28.24 Prompt: Write a poem about what tomorrow knows. |
| Understanding Understanding knows of what you speak lives in the places that we seek thrives on learning all that’s real pays the bill while others steal Stoops to take the path most humble treads with grace and doesn’t stumble smiles so sadly at man’s errors blunts the teeth of the worst of terrors. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 06.26.24 Prompt: Understanding as the title of the poem. |
| Pilot Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, aviation knight of the early days, The Little Prince of the upper air, Wind, Sand and Stars aloft, you winged our dreams on high, carried us over the Andes, opened our eyes to vistas new, and died eschewing the ground. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 06.25.24 Prompt: Pilot. |
 Captions Martha struts the catwalk in the very latest of headgear from Paris. In spite of the mockery, Henry stuck with his ambition to be a turtle. Really, Sandra, you need to come out of your shell. Professor Egbert strides back to the drawing board after the failed test of his new bulletproof armour. Never mind the quality, consider the wonderful Japanese artwork. They warned me that, if I ran for president, I’d have eggs thrown at me. You won’t be laughing when the sky falls on our heads. Go backpacking, they said, go backpacking. Line count: 8 Form: Captions I couldn’t resist For Express It In Eight, 06.24.24 Prompt: As per illustration. |
| Advice From Afar Stand by me, there’s room enough, but never a follower be - companionship is the real stuff and each of us is free. Leadership’s a burden weighty, we all have cares aplenty - don’t take on more too hastily, find your own way so dainty. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 06.23.24 Prompt: Stand by me. |
 Homage à Paul Simon Darkened the night and misty the air dim and green in its humidity the smell of damp in our nostrils and a hint of rain extending its tendrils. By the treehouse and ladder in the gaunt, untidy thorn tree alone with memory’s children on the ragged branch “and the moon rose over an open field.” Line count: 8 Free verse, in spite of the rhymes For Express It In Eight, 06.21.24 Prompt: As per illustration. Note: The last line is a quote from Paul Simon’s song, “America.” |
| Life Finds a Way Life is tenacious, it’s true, and all shades from yellow to blue, we talk all the time of variation, so much that it’s mere imitation. We study all things that life has from lullabies to modern jazz, but the thing that gets us past the hill - we’re ever so hard to just kill. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 06.19.24 Prompt: Movie quote - “Life, uh, finds a way.” Jurassic Park, 1993. |
| A Meanwhile Poem Meanwhile refers to the meantime which means it occurs at the sametime but there’s nothing gold about thistime and that’s only there for the rhymetime. For means may be golden in somelights and there may be no finer delights attached to such average insights yet time deals with different invites. Line count: 8 Rhymed aaaa bbbb For Express It In Eight, 06.18.24 Prompt: Write a meanwhile poem. |
| Moon Oh, modern moon, whose pockmarked face floats sickly in our clouded sky, footprinted, spacejunked, we know you well, too intimate now to conjure myth from familiarity. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 06.17.24 Prompt: The Freedom of the Moon by Robert Frost. |
| A Valuable Thought Worthless you say? but it’s what you’ll pay for something you desire. Another’s forlorn for something you scorn - depends on what you require. You’ll not get higher than the the eye of the buyer. Line count: 8 Rhymed aab ccb bb For Express It In Eight, 06.16.24 Prompt: Write a poem about something worthless. |
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