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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. |
| Song Without Sense Sing a song of eight pence and think of days gone by doesn’t have to make sense just get them wond’ring why When all the world’s a lollipop and clowns live in the sky the choice is either go or stop then roast or boil or fry. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 06.21.25 Prompt: None. |
| Perhaps In the land of the uncertain “Sure” is definitely not heard Everyone is a-flirtin’ Never trusting anyone’s word So they live in permanent flux Fickle from the day of their birth With maybes delivered in trucks The place I’m describing is Earth. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 06.18.25 Prompt: Write a poem about something you’re not sure of. |
| Homesick Lying in the hospital bed limited by pain and johnny familiar with the ceiling on ninety-fifth assessment Counting the hours and minutes until release to health and home dreading postponement of promise. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 06.17.25 Prompt: Write a poem about when time seems to crawl. |
| Ordinary The allure of the commonplace - the things that have no space, beneath our notice, called banal, and overlooked by all, these may seem so low and trifling, but give them time and thought, and they will speak of worlds beguiling, beyond whatever you sought. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb cdcd For Express It In Eight, 06.16.25 Prompt: Write a poem about finding bliss from common things. |
| A Petty Poetic Point Lyricists have an easier time, not everything has to rhyme. Don’t ask me for an example, most songs are adequate sample. Just think of the songs that you know, and you’ll see what I’m saying is so. They’re dealing with sounds approximate, not bothered by things appropriate. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 06.15.25 Prompt: None. |
| Forms of Government Democracy Autocracy Theocracy Aristocracy Oligarchy Monarchy Anarchy God. Line count: 8 Rhymed aaaa bbbc For Express It In Eight, 06.14.25 Prompt: None. |
| Laughter as Medicine Do you know my friend Solace? My father’s middle name was Horace - I’m sorry but it rhymes, or maybe it’s the times and I’m dreaming in the forest. It may appear that I’m crazy although I’d walk more than a mile just to see Solace raise a smile! Line count: 8 Rhymed aabba cdd For Solace and Express It In Eight, 06.12.25 Prompt was there none but get better, Solace! |
| Pieces of Eight I have two collections one bulging and full with poems and connections to the number eight all one thousand of them at the instigation of Solace, our challenge gem and inspiration. A thousand is the max allowed for blog format hence my second packs a mere three hundred and all in honour of our leader now abed in hospital I whisper soft Get well soon Solace! Line count: 16 Rhymed abac For Express It In Eight, 06.05.25 Prompted by Sung’manitu’s offering. |
| Punch and Judy Show Oh, don’t point your finger - I’m really not to blame, and, if doubts should linger, just look beyond the game. A puppet show’s the truth, and see who pulls the strings - the man behind the booth, he causes all these things. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 06.03.25 Prompt: Write a poem about using strings. |
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Dan is a poet; I can point out at least one of ID's songs that has a perfectly symmetrical syllable count. Ryan leaves more up to the skill of his voice...
