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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. |
| Contact Crackling surge of unseen force, mysterious power conducted, heedless from an unknown source, through bodies near combusted, destroys pretence so will not linger all reasoning and thought pragmatic, that accidental touch of fingers no more dismissed as merely static. Line count: 8 Rhymed ababcdcd For Express It In Eight, 04.21.22 Prompt: Electricity. |
| Do Adages Add Age? Nothing ventured, nothing gained, a little risk is worth the pain, look before you leap, they say, but steel yourself, don’t turn away. Forewarned is forearmed, it’s true, and oftentimes it’ll pull you through, the future holds its snares enough, and life without a map is rough. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb ccdd For Express It In Eight, 04.20.22 Prompts: Forewarned is forearmed - Nothing ventured, nothing gained. |
| The Marriage of Opposites The specialist knows a lot about a very little; The generalist knows a bit about every jot and tittle. These two it seems are opposite, yet comes the day, I’m sure, when one of them will know it all about absolutely nought, and t’other will know nothing ‘bout everything there is. Line count: 8 Free verse (sorta) For Express It In Eight, 04.19.22 Prompt: Opposite. |
 Decay Man stands in the misted waste, the ghosts of trees merging with the gloom, a forest, long departed, phantom shadows of the past. In the grey dust of crumbling concrete the bones of buildings long gone the urban jungle withered and spent yet man still standing. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 04.18.22 Prompt: As per illustration. |
| Philip Larkin I admit I leaped upon this chance to write of that previous oxymoron, a Coventry poet of lugubrious mien, the opposite of mere romance, unlikely issue of industrial neurons, this voice adrift in the guilded scene. Most recent arrival in my trio of countrymen, no fable he, almanacked yet ordinary. Line count: 8 Rhymed abcabc xy For Express It In Eight, 04.17.22 Prompt: Read At Grass by Philip Larkin, then choose 2 - 3 words from the poem to incorporate into a poem of your own. Notes: I nearly fell over when I saw that the chosen poet for this prompt was the Coventry poet, Philip Larkin. As a Coventry kid myself, I have been aware of his presence (like a weight around my neck) for many years now (the trio mentioned is that of Shakespeare, Tolkien and Larkin). As a manufacturing city for centuries (a product of the guilds representing trades referred to obliquely in my poem - no, it wasn’t a typo), Coventry is an unlikely place to be the origin of poets and writers. Its libraries are filled with How To books. Larkin has been described as marked by “a very English, glum accuracy,” all of which endears him to me. |
| Questionnaire Just think, someone cares enough to ask your opinion, the horns of dilemma pain them, so they come to you for answers to the questions that defeat them, you alone can save them from disaster. I know it’s not true, but it’s hard not to feel flattered. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 04.14.22 Prompt: Questionnaire. |
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