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. |
A Geographer’s Poem Alaska, the frozen state, wakes from its six-month sleep, admittedly a trifle late but winters are so deep, retracts its mighty arm, devoid of all pollutions, and throws, without intent of harm, snowballs named the Aleutians. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 01.03.23 Prompt: Alaska became a state in 1959. Note: As already stated, this poem is written by and for geographers. To share in the joke, it may be necessary to google for a map of Alaska. |
Science Fiction Arthur C Clarke and Childhood’s End, Frank Herbert and his Dune, Stranger in a Strange Land joins the trend (Robert Heinlein plays its tune), Isaac Asimov adds Foundation, these, the greats of science fiction, plus the movies and teevee, built the worlds of you and me. Line count: 8 Rhymed ababccdd For Express It In Eight, 01.02.23 Prompt: National Science Fiction Day. |
Imagine the Fine Oh, guilty secret, hidden away for years, as gawky as an egret, custodian of fears, forgotten once in haste, but now revealed again, renewal far too late, lost library book’s a pain. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 01.01.23 Prompt: Write a poem about renewal. |
A Gift Horse This measuring machine that I from you did borrow, although so cool and clean, has not assuaged my sorrow - most imprecise device, indeed, I tried it twice, with diff’rent answers both, and third, it yelled an oath! Line count: 8 Rhymed ababccdd For Express It In Eight, 12.31.22 Prompts: Imprecise, device, twice. |
Silent Spring We don’t have children anymore, other gods we do adore, convenience is king and comfort, only these are worth a trumpet, and kids are messy things and loud, especially when in a crowd, no need for playgrounds, country fair, leave us to our mute despair. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 12.30.22 Prompt: As per illustration. |
Lines God said to Adam, “Hold up your palm,” then wrote several lines on his hand “Your future,” He said, “to keep you from harm, should last longer than words in the sand.” Then He added some lines to man’s face, deeply He scored, hand moving fast, “There,” He announced, “that seems the right place for all to read of your past.” Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 12.29.22 Prompt: Palm. |
Sprawling The urban sprawl of Los Angeles, spread like butter on the toast of the plain, makes me think of my bodily manganese, found in liver and kidneys and brain, and as life begins in humility, a speck through many trials it has won, but spawning more growth in futility, like this poem, it goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 12.28.22 Prompt: Write a sprawling poem. |
Ramble Generally speaking, I’ve no need for sneaking; it’s easy to get lost, to set out is the cost, but, just to make sure (my motives are pure), when I go for the ride, I take with me a guide. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 12.27.22 Prompt: A Field Guide to Getting Lost by Rebecca Solnit. |
Hot Air Balloons Silent, stately ships in spacious stream, they float through the golden light of dawn, high in the molten atmosphere and mist, extended line of striped adventurers of air, drifting as the dream of distant denizens of other lands and vistas far and fair. A roar of gas and flame and one mounts higher. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 12.26.22 Prompt: As per illustration. |
Empty Barrels Still waters run deep, shallow streams do chatter, some their wisdom keep, and others do not matter. The fool states more than twice, while silent stays the sage, I’ll take my own advice, and not fill the pristine page. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express IIt In Eight, 12.23.22 Prompt: Still waters run deep. |