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The second of my collections of poems written for "Express It In Eight."

As usual these days, I choose blog format because it offers more space for the work.
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May 8, 2025 at 10:35am
May 8, 2025 at 10:35am
#1088926
Podiatrist

I wish I had a footman
a podiatrist indeed
much more than just a bootman
in all things foot he’d lead.

He’d tell stories of the toes
and charm us with the heel
in step wherever he goes
so grounded we would feel.



Line count: 8
Rhymed abab
For Express It In Eight, 05.08.25
Prompt: Podiatrist.
May 7, 2025 at 7:06am
May 7, 2025 at 7:06am
#1088859
The Diet of Worms

Politics, religion, sex,
these things that often us do vex
flavoured with too hot chilli
and served abundant until we’re silly.

You say that it is food for thought
so satisfied we really ought
to be but argument and indigestion
becomes the answer to the question.



Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 05.07.25
Prompt: Write a poem including “food for thought.”
May 6, 2025 at 5:40am
May 6, 2025 at 5:40am
#1088802
Leonard Cohen

And you’d be miserable too
with his great cloak of pessimism
draped about your shoulders
and that crack of light insufficient
to illuminate your world.

Some poets are mere glowsticks
that need to be broken
before shedding any light at all.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 06.05.25
Prompt: "There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in." ― Leonard Cohen (from his song “Anthem”).
May 5, 2025 at 6:19am
May 5, 2025 at 6:19am
#1088748
Thunder

Thunder always happens when it’s raining
or so sang Fleetwood Mac
Yet who can hear the soft fall of an English drizzle
when the memory takes one back

Or the grey veil of downpour in the distant hills
rumbling in the midst of African drought
and the cat hiding under the bed
from storms you know nothing about.



Line count: 8
Rhymed abcb
For Express It In Eight, 05.05.25
Prompt: Thunder.
May 4, 2025 at 10:44am
May 4, 2025 at 10:44am
#1088689
Size

It doesn’t matter,
so they say,
big or small,
we’re all that way
and though we fret,
nerves frayed away,
the size we have
will stay that way.



Line count: 8
Rhymed abcb
For Express It In Eight, 05.04.25
Prompt: Write a poem about size.
May 3, 2025 at 6:23am
May 3, 2025 at 6:23am
#1088605
Lichen

Fingers pick at the rock,
scratching away the lichen,
and negating the growth
of decades, the humble
expansion of creeping ages,
creation of soil, enabling
the greening of earth,
and life on the planet.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 05.03.25
Prompt: Write a slow growth poem.
May 2, 2025 at 11:44am
May 2, 2025 at 11:44am
#1088515
Making a Difference

Like a rock in the stream
he stands immovable
a silent and still figure
dividing the flow of the crowd
that parts around him
unnoticed by those eyes
that see only another world
and a new direction.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 05.02.25
Prompt: Write a poem about making a difference.
May 1, 2025 at 6:55am
May 1, 2025 at 6:55am
#1088455
On Waking

In that first moment when I awake,
the dream fades with the shades of night,
all that was clear and accepted
is now scattered and chaotic,
the shreds of meaning torn by the dawn,
and I am left befuddled and cold,
mourning in the dim light of morning,
bereft of another world’s charms.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 05.01.25
Prompt: Include the emboldened phrase in your poem.
April 30, 2025 at 9:01am
April 30, 2025 at 9:01am
#1088389
Hurry

A reason to rush
is never enough
to shatter the hush
is not the right stuff.

More haste means less speed
mistakes multiply
and reasons recede
while deadlines go by.



Line count: 8
Rhymed abab, syllables 5 per line
For Express It In Eight, 04.30.25
Prompt: Write a poem about a reason to rush.
April 29, 2025 at 6:00am
April 29, 2025 at 6:00am
#1088326
It’s a Language

All things are grist to art’s pure mill
both deepest grumble and shrieking shrill
the shocking jolt and mundane sight
a brightest dawn and darkest night.

It’s how the thing speaks to your ear
with cotton wool or sickening fear
with beauty like the Mona Lisa
or dread Picasso’s Guernica.



Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 04.29.25
Prompt:
Art by Herman Melville.

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