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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. |
| Horticultural Theft In the contest greenhouse gritty this vanishing’s a certain pity - prize blossoms in the morning sun, on favoured shelf now all are gone. So dastard crime assails the garden, revenge does make the intent harden, but boasting was the primal cause - humility demands that we might pause. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 09.29.25 Prompt: Write a poem about the mystery of the missing potted plants. |
| On Being Watched Hidden in the long grass ducking the searchlight’s pass watching from the shadows secret the spectre goes. Silent too his passing a covert trespassing just a mild suspicion fleeting apparition. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 09.25.25 Prompt: Write about a hider in your poem. |
| The ‘Manis There’s a place in Africa where the heat of the lowlands drops away and the silence of the heights lives in the wind cool and sharp in its clarity. Up there the grass bends always in one direction and the rocks twisted and pierced with the blue of sky beyond lean upon each other in rows while the streams flow with golden water over white pebbles. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 09.24.25 Prompt: Write a poem about an unusual place. |
| Wandering Wandering has no goal it’s an undirected roll the horizon is its limit and chance is what we give it. Just to travel is enough over roads both smooth and rough the goal is not the end fulfillment’s round the bend. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 09.23.25 Prompt: Write a poem about wandering. |
| Lean on Me Like a house of cards we build the poem word by word and card by card. All depends on balance one supports another until a careless slip and all comes tumbling down. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 09.22.25 Prompt: Write a flimsy poem. |
 Relax Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, there’s no reason in what makes one smoulder. You may be pretty in pink one day and tomorrow so gorgeous in grey - all depends on your paramour, it’s the spark within that drives to adore. So remember the one you’re trying to impress is none other than self, not the dress. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 09.16.25 Prompt: As per illustration. |
| Tropics Ole, blond and red-faced, brow with sweat trails laced, looked out from the shade of the trees, longing for just a breeze, while the heated air shimmered and sleeping dog whimpered. “You may call it Eden,” he said, “but it’s no Sweden.” Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 09.14.25 Prompt: Write a tropical poem. |
| Ocean Oh the rolling ocean churning eternal motion dark in the crushing deep phosphorescent in its sleep mirror to the arching sky silent where the dead men lie patient where the flow is strong innocent of greed or wrong. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 09.11.25 Prompt: Write a rhyming poem without the words ‘water,’ 'waves,’ 'float.’ |
| A Sunny Day A sunny day in August cold Cola on our porch savour such tanning rays sprawling in a plastic chair watching rabbits play too young to mind us and cicadas to sing daily music to this roasting day. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 09.10.25 Prompt: Write a poem without using the letter E. |
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