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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. |
| Soap Dirty little poem needs a wash filthy it is and a load of tosh needs a good lather and a healthy scrub hold it down and give it a rub plenty of water to rinse the words that’ll do the trick or so I’ve heard towel it then most thoroughly finally fold most hurriedly. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 01.16.26 Prompt: Write a soap poem. |
Diner Debate Bring me a coffee while I wake up I was planning to finish my make up time enough while I eat my bacon my guy left me and I’m forsaken It’s hardly breakfast that you offer but I matter too - don’t be a scoffer I’m very sorry but hungry too it boils down to who serves who. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 01.15.26 Prompt: Write a conversation between a waitress and a customer in the diner for breakfast. |
| Suspicion I counted them yesterday now it seems some have gone away and chooks do not disappear lest a thief has been sniffin’ near. It could be a wayward fox were it not for my latches and locks and gingerhead Harry next door takes no heed of ownership law. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 01.14.26 Prompt: Write a poem about a farmer who suspects the neighbour could be blamed about his missing chickens. |
| Midwinter Night’s Dream Consider the lot of a fairy - it’s enough to make anyone wary - a summer of dancing with flowers, so carelessly passing the hours. Less happy the trials of winter, through cold snaps that crackle and splinter, the flowers are now become snowflakes, survival the greatest of headaches. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Get The Picture? 01.13.26 Prompt: Picture of fairy dancing amongst snowflakes. |
| Song of the Pessimist Here’s to the cheerful chappy the one who is always happy through storm and drought and gloom who laughs in the face of doom. May fate prove him ever wrong and disaster reward his song may he stumble through life injurious till this time he sees it is serious. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 01.13.26 Prompt: Write a poem about someone who stays cheerful no matter when a crisis is occurring. |
| Supermarket Three days ago I went to market, the car forgotten where I’d parked it, but in the store I walked the aisles for days on end - it stretched for miles. And now I’m lost, can’t find the till, of shopping I have had my fill - abandoned now the things I’ve bought, an exit’s what I’ve chased and sought. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 01.12.26 Prompt: Write a poem about a suspicious item in the grocery store. |
| When the Iron’s Hot Green banana, that’s the karma - buy it now or take a bow. Let it yellow, oh silly fellow - it’ll be black before you’re back. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 01.12.26 Prompt: Write a poem about a suspicious item in the grocery store. |
| Undertaker Elephants’ graveyard of the ceiling inverted dome light cover the dark skeletons of insects piled in the glowing urn beacon of warmth and shelter it draws them to the promise while making secret preparations for quiet funerals and wakes. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 01.10.26 Prompt: Write a poem about something you saw on your ceiling. |
| True Story Came close to falling in a pond, the day was bleak, the wind was brash. I braved the edge to look beyond and far below the the waves did crash. I slipped and teetered on the edge, my waving arms might seem quite frantic, but scrambled back to life and ledge; you know the pond - it’s the Atlantic. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 01.09.26 Prompt: Write a poem about falling into a pond. |
| All Aboard We each have our own journey from swaddling cloth to hospital gurney constant movement implied in growth whether frenzied or dictated by sloth. No one stands still with time to kill, the train never stops for those who would shop. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 01.08.26 Prompt: Write a poem about a voyage. |
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