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Entries to Express It In Eight from September 2020 to the present .
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July 4, 2023 at 10:28am
July 4, 2023 at 10:28am
#1052135
The Grit on My Tongue

Birthstone you say?
Well, mine is pearl,
and that’s kinda ironic
since Pearl was a friend of mine,
and more than that,
a femme fatale.

I came very close to
mistake monumental.



Line count: 8
Form: I call it Afterthought - free verse except that the last lines of the stanzas rhyme.
For Express It In Eight, 07.04.23
Prompt: Write a poem inspired by your birthstone.
Note: Happy Independence Day!

July 3, 2023 at 8:54am
July 3, 2023 at 8:54am
#1052068
American Gothic

Steady, Martha, don’t let them see

the deep joy of toil to build the prosperity

that enables the frivolity of their careless lives. They must imagine only the grim
fact of honest labor on the faces of thee and me

if they are ever to understand the emptiness and waste of their ways. Only if we

maintain this steadfast, stolid bearing can we personify the simple truths that yet
might rescue them from the meaningless swamp of modernity.

Yes, Henry,

though there are times when even I find it hard to believe that light can penetrate
such unremitting darkness in the soul, such foolishness and idiocy.

But you are right and, for the moment, I must endure and let them be as they will
be.



Line count: 8. I have separated each line with a space to show that there are indeed eight lines, even though some are longer than others.
Rhymed aaaaaaaa
For Express It In Eight, 07.03.23
Prompt: The painting
American Gothic by Grant Wood.

July 2, 2023 at 11:50am
July 2, 2023 at 11:50am
#1052014
Scarecrow

Named for my profession, I
have tried to live to expectation,
but, sadly, it’s my confession (sigh)
that scaring really ain’t my station.

My arms are clearly all-embracing,
spread wide to all the world in search,
and, far indeed from threatened chasing,
to crows they make a useful perch.



Line count: 8
Rhymed abab
For Express It In Eight, 07.02.23
Prompt: National Build a Scarecrow Day.

July 1, 2023 at 8:06am
July 1, 2023 at 8:06am
#1051955
Elevator

This party is on the rise;
that’s all now - we’ve hit our max,
any more might be our demise,
already I’m seeing some cracks.

Though right now we’re all very high,
we are destined in time to descend,
our limits we are fools to deny,
it’s not the fall that I fear, it’s the end!



Line count: 8
Rhymed abab
For Express It In Eight, 07.01.23
Prompt: Party in an elevator.

June 30, 2023 at 2:13pm
June 30, 2023 at 2:13pm
#1051915
An iron ring guards the way to the portal.


Gateway

A trap set most plain
in the path from the abyss,
the iron ring invites
unwary travellers on
with a glimpse of the shining portal
beyond.

Yet who will dare the sudden grip
of those jagged metal jaws?



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 06.30.23
Prompt: As per illustration.

June 29, 2023 at 10:27am
June 29, 2023 at 10:27am
#1051824
Memory

As the day dies down
in the lingering twilight,
old age sits toying
with the pieces of life,
fragments of the jigsaw,
the puzzle of years,
as the sun goes down
and the picture’s complete.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 06.29.23
Prompt: Fragments.

June 28, 2023 at 8:48am
June 28, 2023 at 8:48am
#1051698
A Basket

A tisket, a tasket,
I’ve lost my little basket,
so sang my father,
though he never went further
and I never learned,
or even discerned,
what caused his great loss
and made him so cross.



Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 06.28.23
Prompt: Write a poem about a basket.

June 27, 2023 at 11:13am
June 27, 2023 at 11:13am
#1051667
Haunted

The house is empty now,
drained of life and living,
the dark night filling the spaces
once bright with joy and laughter.

Now a shadow lingers on,
boards creak and cobwebs drape,
uneasiness guards shuttered lips,
and fear engulfs the soul.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In eight, 06.27.23
Prompt: Uneasiness.

June 26, 2023 at 12:29pm
June 26, 2023 at 12:29pm
#1051617
Yo Ho Ho

“Aye, aye, my eye” I said
as the captain came on board,
bejewelled with golden thread
and ceremonial sword.

“Stand easy man,
I’m no better than you,
my name is Stan,”
he said as he eyed the crew.



Line count: 8
Rhymed abab
For Express It In Eight, 06.26.23
Prompt: “Eye” used as a noun and a verb.

June 25, 2023 at 2:39pm
June 25, 2023 at 2:39pm
#1051575
Zero

Zero is to modern math
a burning flame, the one true path,
there was a time when we had no nought,
from India we had it brought.

Now the Romans are over the hill,
they never knew the wonders of nil;
the number of our nothings grows
until we’re swimming in a sea of dough.



Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 06.25.23
Prompt: Zero.


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