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Entries to Express It In Eight from September 2020 to the present .
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November 29, 2022 at 10:51am
November 29, 2022 at 10:51am
#1041137
Alternatives

To party in a chicken coop,
amongst the feathers and the poop,
of celebrations not the brightest,
with tact surely the lightest,
without mention of wings and nuggets
(the atmosphere bound to bug it),
but worse to accept an invitation
to Scott’s Antarctic assignation.



Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 11.29.22
Prompts: Party in a chicken coop or Antarctica.

November 28, 2022 at 5:37pm
November 28, 2022 at 5:37pm
#1041111
Remember Pandora

Sometimes it’s a mystery
(can’t wait until it’s history),
but always hidden in a box
(don’t open if you like your socks),
the great, big, glaring question
(no clues at all to mention),
your curiosity on fire
(be careful - you will be the pyre).



Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 11.28.22
Prompt: Illustration of a mystery box.
November 27, 2022 at 9:59am
November 27, 2022 at 9:59am
#1041068
Impossible

They said it was impossible -
I refused to believe.
They said, “Don’t waste your time.”
I blew it anyway.
They told me that I’d learn,
That I was too young to know,
But I kept on trying.

Sometimes they’re just right.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 11.27.22
Prompt: Impossible.
November 26, 2022 at 10:57am
November 26, 2022 at 10:57am
#1041042
Astronomy Domine

Out there in the vast abyss of space,
a thousand splendid suns
(and several rather ropey ones)
shine down with pitiless face
on worlds of molten lavas rife,
or colder than ice, a frozen core,
gem-hard deserts, chemical shores,
but it’s only here that shelters life.



Line count: 8
Rhymed abba cddc
For Express It In Eight, 11.26.22
Prompt: A thousand splendid suns.

November 25, 2022 at 11:00am
November 25, 2022 at 11:00am
#1041017
White Noise

The background of our lives,
civilisation’s hush,
the hum of the deep freeze,
time in elevators,
the journey’s constant motion,
progress droning on,
we paint succeeding days,
the flat, white hue of fear.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 11.25.22
Prompt: White Noise.

November 24, 2022 at 5:26pm
November 24, 2022 at 5:26pm
#1040995
Temptation

Oh me, oh my,
I think I spy
a key lime pie,
and so I sigh,
my hopes so high,
the time is nigh.

Insulin be damned
in my mouth it’s rammed!



Line count: 8
Rhymed aaaaaabb, syllables 4-4-4-4-4-4-5-5
For Express It In Eight, 11.24.22
Prompt: Write an ode to your favorite pie.

November 23, 2022 at 11:52am
November 23, 2022 at 11:52am
#1040952
Rail Trail

Through this leafy cutting the trains once ran,
all steam and heat and billows of noise,
ground shaking beneath our feet, brakes shrieking,
but long gone now and the tracks removed.
A sylvan path for dogs and walkers it’s become,
a stroll between the season’s trees and bushes,
nature’s idyll where once was steely bustle.

Dark nights a distant whistle still blows around the bend.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 11.23.22
Prompt: Write a poem about something you can see from where you are right now.

November 22, 2022 at 3:10pm
November 22, 2022 at 3:10pm
#1040937
Sea Food

The world is my oyster,
though to some, it’s a cloister,
and, if the earth’s sea food,
it’s on lobsters I brood.

Far from being selfish,
I’m happy with most shellfish,
and am never averse
to mussels or worse.



Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 11.22.22
Prompt: The world is my oyster.

November 21, 2022 at 9:24am
November 21, 2022 at 9:24am
#1040886
Figure of a woman in branches shaped by the wind.


In the Wind

She stands, a tree in winter,
wind blowing through bare branches,
unmoved by life’s hard weather,
a tower against the storm.

Yet hear the tempest’s tearing breath
give tortured voice in hollows worn,
see, the lady slowly shatters
in pieces far behind her strewn.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 11.21.22
Prompt: As per illustration.
November 21, 2022 at 9:04am
November 21, 2022 at 9:04am
#1040885
Red and yellow umbrellas, red and yellow leaves.


Umbrellas

I only ever thought to please you,
autumn colours as agreed,
red your favourite, this I knew,
red as the trees do seem to bleed.

Sometimes you make me want to bellow,
I wonder if you really listen,
I’ve always said my favourite’s yellow,
it’s true, in you there’s something missin’.



Line count: 8
Rhymed abab
For Express It In Eight, 11.21.22
Prompt: As per illustration.

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