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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. |
| Sun-Dried Food of the adequately toothed biltong or what they call jerky here salted and hung out to dry in the merciless heat of the drought shrivelled and hardened these strips like bark wrenched from a tree the meat now mummified and stringy yet tasty beyond expectation. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 03.31.25 Prompt: Write a sun-dried poem. |
| Repetition Repetition is hardly erudition though it might be emphasis and remembering that education deems repetition not amiss. Repeat after me and then you’ll see education is free though hammered it be. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 03.12.25 Prompt: Write a poem that has two or three instances of repetition. |
| Ocean Landlubbers all we paddle at the edge of the endless spread splashing in its frayed edges while farther out the empty writhing depth waits heedless heartless inhuman its heaving oilslick rumination slipping from vast and shining thoughts to dreams of storms at night. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 03.11.25 Prompt: Write a poem that has an oceanic nature. |
| UFO We’re cruising free and all is going well the motor singing and tyres humming the sun is out and the wind cool the road straight and radio strumming. Nowhere to go just head on out time to relax and enjoy this life but just when you think that you’ve escaped the motor cuts out and silence is rife. Line count: 8 Rhymed abcb For Express It In Eight, 03.10.25 Prompt: Write a poem about hearing a scary noise. Notes: Sometimes silence is the scariest sound (or lack of it). |
| Besieged Dark, winter’s morning, and I am snuggled in the sheets with just an errant fingertip released and to explore; but even that betrays defence, determined draught invading and scratching at my side. I need a weatherstrip. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 03.09.25 Prompt: Use two or more of these words in your poem - skip corn chip fingertip weatherstrip apprenticeship. |
| Reset Press the button to reset when nothing works at all and you’re trying to forget what drives you up the wall. Oh magic button please do not desert us now put everything at ease and soothe our fevered brow. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 03.08.25 Prompt: Write a reset poem. |
| Dubious Assertion is not convincing without facts it waves white flags and leaves our belief merely wincing while respect for your sanity sags. Don’t resort to the usual fact checkers your taste in those is always dire the ones that you choose are wreckers and invariably ultimate liars. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express IT In Eight, 03.07.25 Prompt: Write a doubtable poem. |
| Vanished Has anybody seen my ode? My woes they now unload: my ode has gone, ‘twas left upon the dresser all in code. And now, to really make me pout, my sonnet’s flown right up the spout. Oh please, allay my doubt. Line count: 8 Form: It’s what I call an augmented limerick, rhymed aabba ccc For Express It In Eight, 03. 06.25 Prompt: Write a lost poem. |
| Ask Me About My Air Friar Well he’s not exactly mine, this flying friar divine, but a friend he certainly is, in fact his name is Chris, and it’s true that he can fly, I admit I don’t know why, he has to double wrap his habit so the jet stream cannot grab it. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 03.05.25 Prompt: Ask me about my air fryer. |
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