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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. |
| Crooked And what indeed are laws but society’s claws protecting just the rich while I am in the ditch? So I steal and borrow my desires to follow my god’s the same as theirs ensuring still my share. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb syllables 6 per line For Express It In Eight, 04.03.25 Prompt: Write a poem from the perspective of a criminal. |
| Fingerprints Betrayed by the whorls of their own individuality imprinted with the marks of their crime these patterns pointing fingers at perpetrators resolving to self confession in time. Oh, how ironic that the means of squeezing the trigger should now be the witness sublime and all alibis rendered suspect and false in these admissions of presence and crime. Line count: 8 Rhymed abcb dbeb For Express It In Eight, 04.02.25 Prompt: Two fingerprints holding hands. |
| Muted The skies disguised their fabled blue in cloudy grey baptised the sun now masked from breaking through with leaden shadows cast. The world’s a softer quiet place in misty day’s embrace. Line count: 8 Rhymed abacbc dd For Express It In Eight, 04.01.25 Prompt: Write about disguise. |
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