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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. |
| World Maker In another world I was a cartographer with mountains and bays at my fingertips. Historian too climatologist I told the stories and set the weather. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 04.30.24 Prompt: In another world. |
| Food for Thought If a poem has to rhyme then everything is mime and words are meaningless just nonsense we address never minding that they chime they’re still not worth a dime and cannot be so pretty as a little rhyming ditty. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 04.29.24 Prompt: Write a poem that is ‘food for thought.’ |
| Originality It may have been done but that’s no reason not to do it again whatever the season. If you want to be first then first you must get up pretty early and leave others the dust. Line count: 8 Rhymed abcb For Express It In Eight, 04.28.24 Prompt: It’s All Been Done by Barenaked Ladies. |
| LIfe Lessons Life lessons in the classroom of experience that rigid master of the developing soul scratching the squeaking words on the dusty chalkboard and our suffering in rapt silence at learning’s knee. This was the teacher of old school unbroken no empty vessel of propaganda barely from her teens this was the strict icon of discipline and power to inflict pain and reason on inattentive minds. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 04.27.24 Prompt: Life lessons. |
 Mossman Mossman creeping across the bark down low amongst the humus soil a creature of the damp and dark in secret growth his soul doth coil But now in species friendship true a gesture brave and quite unique extends he once a tiny hand to you and you into his world do peek. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 04.26.24 Prompt: As per illustration. |
| Footprints Footprints in the mind of memory places we once knew signs and rhymes of other times ages we pass through. Gone from daily hue and cry deeds of former days in silent moments now they rise unbidden from the haze. Line count: 8 Rhymed abcb For Express It In Eight, 04.25.24 Prompt: Write a poem about footprints. |
 Moonshine Always the bridesmaid and never the bride, here in the darkness forever I ride, while there in the black skies she revels in blue, my face turned to hers to honour her due. So rarely my chance for sweet recompense, I’ll not say revenge, but it’s pleasure intense to swing through her sky and stand in the way, now shadowed her light and darkened her day. Line count: 8 Rhmed aabb For Express It In Eight, 04.24.24 Prompt: Write a poem from the moon’s point of view. |
| Oops 4 I always say, “Oops” when life hands me scoops of poops in our groups and snoops on our stoeps. When a thing falls from hands and butter down, lands, it’s a way we can stand and pretend life is grand. Line count: 8 Rhymed aaaa bbbb For Express It In Eight, 04.23.24 Prompt: Oops. |
| Unroll the Revolution Kudos to the one who found it, that gossamer film so thin it sticks to all around it, even itself, another skin that floats away, then holds on tight, surrounds and springs its trap; oh, we all know well the fight we’ve had with mighty Saran wrap. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 04.21.24 Prompt: Write a poem about something that clings. |
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