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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. |
| Vaunting Ambition Oh, I’ll climb the highest mountain, that I will, and dare the soaring heights beyond this hill; no fear of falling do I entertain and vertigo is never my faint refrain. I’ll scramble somehow towards the summit, ignoring those who say I’ll plummet, but one condition in the contract must be found - that these ventures are by the teevee bound. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 01.30.26 Prompt: Write a poem from the POV of a mountain climber who is frightened of heights. |
 A Hard Life I remember once I was a pirate swashbuckler with a glass of claret growled and swore and smoked cigars told fortunes too without the stars. Time rolled on as Mistress Maybe sometimes known as Blackheart Davy my crew called me their wise Papa but now I’m happy as grandma. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Get The Picture? 01.29.26 Prompt: As per illustration. |
| Spill Open my mouth and the words spill out, wise or foolish with rules to flout, brash and brave or weak and trembling, open-hearted or swift dissembling. They’re only words is my excuse, not meant to flatter or give abuse - take what you will the choice is yours, the point excites or sometimes bores. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 01.29.26 Prompt: Write a poem about a spill. |
| Criticism Criticism’s a funny thing there are times it has a certain sting and others when it helps along a signpost to the right and wrong. So much depends on how we take the point is either true or fake. I recommend a pinch of salt and feelings under lock and bolt. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 01.28.26 Prompt: Write a poem about criticism. |
| Midland There’s a trail in England where the trains used to run lo, these many years ago but the rails are gone and nothing remains but a dead straight path through a cutting between the bluebell woods. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 01.27.26 Prompt: Write a poem about a favorite path or trail. |
| Confession Confession, I’m told, is good for the soul and it’s true it eases the burdening toll of our weakness, vanity, and failure for these and more are bound to nail yer If I seem in this to be quite sparing it’s because I lack the required daring and also because I seem to be loth to share this weight and have it on us both. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 01.25.26 Prompt: Write a poem of confession. |
| Repetition It really goes against my grain as repetition goes like roads it goes forever on at speed and then goes slow. How oft it goes in sep’rate throes then goes unbroken on steady as she ever goes repeating goes along. Line count: 8 Rhymed abcb For Express It In Eight, 01.24.26 Prompt: Write a poem in which every line contains the same word. |
| Wonderland I know of a land divine where ever daily the sun doth shine and people go about their business always spry and never listless. A country where the air is sweet and nowhere else could e’er defeat - a place to make your eyes go misty we call it just the nineteen-sixties. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 01.23.26 Prompt: Write a poem about your own idea of a wonderland. |
| Sailor They say a sailor has a girl in every port and though it may be true, how awful is the thought. He must be truly busy (I speak with careful tact) rememb’ring all those names and keeping lies from facts. Line count: 8 Rhymed abcb For Express It In Eight, 01.22.26 Prompt: Write a sailor poem. |
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