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 |  Entries to Express It In Eight from September 2020 to the present . |
| The number of poems enforces the use of blog format with ten poems per page. |
| Treasured Possession I have a jacket of many a pocket (please have a heart and do not mock it), a fisherman’s vest, I’ve heard it said, (though I’m no angler, it serves me instead) and certainly it has no sleeves (still, my worldly goods it does receive) a lifetime’s stories it can contain (no, I’ll not lend it is my refrain). Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 01.13.23 Prompt: Pocket. |
 Cuirass Like knights of old in a brutal age, Ned Kelly armoured against firearms, unrepentant under the Australian sun, or West World androids at high noon full metal jackets defending their aim, programmed for fun but ready for war, iconic heroes in new-fangled gear, they live by the gun and die by it too. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 01.12.23 Prompt: As per illustration. |
| Truth The truth is but a narrow way, a slender path between the lies, few footprints mark its surface, yet somehow it never dies Through sand and stone it marks the route, through marsh and sad despair, straight towards eternal goal, while highways bend from there. Line count: 8 Rhymed abcb defe For Express It In Eight, 01.11.23 Prompt: “You can't handle the truth!” - A Few Good Men, 1992. |
| Adages Too many hands make light work of spoiling the broth, especially if they are cooks and the menu calls for soup. But to speak of boids, in hand or otherwise, is too soon, I fear, after all this talk of Durante. Line count: 8 Vers libre and gone mad For Express It In Eight, 01.10.23 Prompts: Too many cooks spoil the broth, the early bird catches the worm. |
| The Night Shift As evening shadows fill darkening hollows, a phantom form takes the dark and follows, under gloomy eaves and forest dripping, his ghostly presence vague yet gripping, the nightly hunter silent tracks his prey, deadly assassin strikes then fades away, gone upon his unexpected prowl, the whispering death, ephemeral owl. Line count: 8 Rhymed couplets For Express It In Eight, 01.09.23 Prompt: Prowl. |
| Spring is sprung da grass is riz I wonders where da boidies is da boid is on da wing but dat’s absoid da wing is on da boid. Anon, although I always thought it was Jimmy Durante. Boidies The little ones all of a twitter, Busy all day in the sun, Humming bird flashes and glitters, Whirring and drinks on the run, The dove and the thrush straight and true, The heron a glorious sight, And the eagle so high in the blue, Ah, to love the birds and their flights. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 01.08.23 Prompt: Ah, to love the birds and their flights. |
| The Market Place Every key has a string attached, all answers have their price, solutions with costs are matched, and helping hands extract their slice. Knowledge erodes your innocence, open doors demand you change, progress requires due diligence, and assistance results in exchange. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 01.07.23 Prompt: Illustration of keys hanging upon strings. |
| Prairie I do love a flat landscape, the way the horizon forever recedes, the land from all blemish undraped, and the eye goes where’er the wind leads. Here the eagle flies unfettered, the air so sweet I have kissed it, the Great Plains, they cannot be bettered. A tower you say? Musta missed it. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 01.06.23 Prompt: Video of a man climbing a 1,500 ft tower in a flat landscape. |
| Not Guilty The day being wide, there’ll be no gropin’ and the way inside is clear - the door’s open; so entering is true but breaking’s just a lie, methinks the man in blue will have to let me fly. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 01.05.23 Prompt: Write an open poem. |
| Discernment The thing that makes me ponder about a Bad Art Gallery is that I often wonder (no, not of curator’s salary) but of how on earth we’d tell the diff’rence between this mother and the actual living hell of all the others. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 01.04.23 Prompt: Museum of Bad Art, Somerville, Massachusetts. |
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