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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. |
 Space Travel The edge of flat earth (no cause for our mirth) where drops the world to abyss suggests a proposal instead of disposal where other lands meet in a kiss distances astronomical are now become comical. Line count: 8 Rhymed aab ccb dd For Get The Picture? 01.06.26 Prompt: As per illustration. |
| Distasteful I’ll bend this one a mite taste being a fickle thing and bring it down a bite with buds too old to sing. Distasteful might be bad not half as sad as gone with all foods that I’ve had their taste now just a yawn. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 01.06.26 Prompt: Write a distasteful poem. |
| Walking Josie She strains at the leash all eagerness directed with singular intent and energy exploding in muscles hard with constraint rippling as she drags us on. She glances back her grin as wide as heaven. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 01.05.26 Prompt: Write an unleashed poem. |
| Joe and Tee Coffee or tea it’s the same to me tea for the Brit and coffee for wit. Wake up gently or ride in a Bentley but now that I’m older I prefer soda. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 12.19.25 Prompt: Write a poem about coffee or tea. |
| The Mystery of Tomorrow The mists begin to coalesce our future under construction, pool links to mountain crag and landslip conjures form. For a moment vision clears, a memory returns emboldened and drifts to shapes forgotten, more hints of soon to come. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 12.16.25 Prompt: Write a mysterious tomorrow poem. |
| Ticket to the Skies Oh, sardine can of the skies make room for my friend in your silvery flight bring him safe to journey's end. Lay him gentle in assignèd space amid the ordered rows and may his luggage destined be as true as fly the crows. Line count: 8 Rhymed abcb For Express It In Eight, 12.11.25 Prompt: Write a poem about saying goodbye to someone leaving on an airplane. |
| Settling While never my intent to rove not even for a treasure trove I came at last to settle down in one of many a faceless town. It being not the salient point the aspect of the chosen joint it’s more a matter of journey’s end and lack of wanderlust to spend. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 12.10.25 Prompt: Write a poem about settling down. |
| Moon To speak with equanimity to the moon is as easy as eating with a spoon no need for symbols or the occasional rune your words can be a simple tune. For if truth be told and rhyme be thine the moon cares not for inscrutable sign he always prefers the most simple line and speaks in language both thine and mine. Line count: 8 Rhymed aaaa bbbb For Express It In Eight, 12.09.25 Prompt: Write a poem about a conversation with the Moon. |
| Out of Order Mock the humble collector if you will, he remains the epitome of logic still, the basis of our civilisation and fountain of improvisation. This drive to have things one by one is reason why the machine doth run, and beyond the border chaos reigns over order. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 12.05.25 Prompt: Write a poem about ‘out of order.’ |
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