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. |
Rules for the Game of Life Rules for the game of life, simple steps for starters, here’s how to avoid the strife and never join the martyrs. Do not rise and leave your bed, keep opinions quiet, try not to hear what sages said, and run away from riot. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 02.29.24 Prompt: Simple rules for living. |
Right Away Yes, I’ll do it, just as soon as I possibly can, but first I have to clear the decks and get everything spick and span. Hang on a mo though, I did promise Uncle Joe that I’d definitely visit him soon, so you must wait till tomorrow. Line count: 8 Rhymed abcb dded For Express It In Eight, 02.28.24 Prompt: Write an indecisive poem. |
Stop! Creation is a funny thing, it sticks and then it runs; the trick to make it really sing is knowing when it’s done. Overworking will spoil the piece and take it much too far, lets inspiration wilt and cease and underworking scar. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab, syllables 8-6-8-6 8-6-8-6 For Express It In Eight, 02.27.24 Prompt: Overworking. |
Faites vos Jours I can tell you without preamble, I have no desire to gamble; my tastes lie in other directions and my wishes in various sections. The casino leaves me just cold and, if I may make so bold, I can say without any regret, there’s no magic for me in roulette. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 02.26.24 Prompt: As per illustration. |
Oh Cinnamon Oh cinnamon, once a rare treat, as time’s gone on, it’s much too sweet. Here in the States it’s over-used, the craving sates and sweet tooth bruised. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 02.25.24 Prompt: Cinnamon. |
Clayton Road 1954 A horse in a field, there’s a thing that digs deep to the memory of a boy transplanted briefly to a land both damp and grey, on his way to an unfamiliar school, hand in pocket searching for the sugarlump for his friend. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 02.24.24 Prompt: James Wright’s poem, A Blessing. |
A June Croon Oh, the merry month of June, if it hadn’t been so soon, I wouldn’t be so old, if I may make so bold. For then I would be born on some much later morn, the years they would be fewer, and I, with them, much newer. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 02.23.24 Prompt: Write a poem about your birth month. |
Upside Down They lived happily ever after though that may appear even dafter than this tale which reaches its end with story itself not yet penned. Adventure’s not in the middle it’s saved as sort of a riddle and strangest in this silly rhyme the ending’s once up on a time. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 02.22.24 Prompt: Write an out-of-order poem. Note: “Upon” is written as “up on” to force the reader to stick with the rhythm. It’s called poetic license. |
It’s Only a Paper Moon It’s only a paper moon and all the world’s a stage a firehose for the monsoon and virtual the rage. But you can keep the play today the author’s not Old Bill it doesn’t matter what they say just take the devil’s pill. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 02.21.24 Prompt: Take the phrase “It’s Only ___”, replace the blank with a word or phrase, and make that the title of your poem. |
Cup The cupped hands that hold fresh water clear and cold from the stream dripping with the gift of life and special to each one of us our personalised cup that lifts the quenching liquid sweet and limpid to our lips. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 02.20.24 Prompt: Write a poem about a cup. |