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A tarnished copper coin, not much And the beggar's hand slips away Leaving a memory of the touch, a smile And my eyes return to this earth to find my careless foot a snail has crushed Its wet essence mixed with mud Sadness, with it the stench of life rushes in. Inhaling it deeply, I am grateful for penance But my heart is unconvinced of my worth A tarnished copper coin, not much Written for: "Plum petals, Roseberry thorns"  Prompt: "2024 Prompt #4 " ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
How might the poet even design Inspiration from and for Solace Jumbled thoughts start to align Keyboard clatters, creative us Long pauses as think and question Madness to the Mundane unmuted No Holds are barred in this expression Once finished, the Prompt is saluted Written for "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT " Prompt: Write a poem in alphabetical order  "Is winter coming?" Alice asked the White Rabbit  ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| Beauty has dimmed, her brunette locks are now silver The youthful blush and gleam have faded from her skin Vim and vigour are ebbing, now her hands quiver And her gentle eyes have faded like old denim She puts on her floral dress and also lipstick Then takes a boosting tipple, a shot of liquor Heading out into the night to dance one last time She wears her favourite shoes, the ones with glitter Written for "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT " 8 lines of 12 syllables Prompt: Write a Silver Poem |
| Cupid you upstart, you under-aged jerk Passing out blue pills, an getting girls to twerk Instead of lovin V-night lands me in the gutter Cause the gals don’t ‘get’ me, and guys don’t either I don’t know why I bother to keep trying jumping out of the fire to get my junk frying What I need is cupids bow and ruthied cupid arrows Love is as easy as finding pharaohs in sombreros Gimmie his redbull wings, rip 'em off the small jerk I should never trusted a dude with such a small dirk If see ya next year, I’ll tell ya where to get off I’d more fun at the Drs when he told me to cough Take ya curls and sweet looks to some other sorry guy Cupid you and me are done now, eff off afore I cry. Written for "The Bard's Hall Contest" Prompt: "SLAM" CUPID POETRY! Line Count: 14 lines |
Tap tap tapped on a pipe Morsecoded their plight Dig dig dug with shovels Lifesavers with muscles Huff huff heaved the miners Into fresh air just in timer(s) Sob sob tears and embraces Grateful streams on grubby faces Written for "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT " Prompt: WRITE A SUBTERRANEAN POEM |
| The first thing was that we tore out two walls. Then hefted up a beam so the roof wouldn’t fall. Chainsaw and level put in French doors grand, Then, we built a bowling lane island as planned. Bruising knees, the hardwood flooring was laid, Then came hobs, sink and fridge, in slow cavalcade It took 6 difficult months till we were finally done In hindsight I recommend kitchen-reno to no one! Written for "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT " Prompt: Write a Kitchen Poem |
The girls were a burden that I’d be glad to be rid always Baaing and Bleating those pet sheep off the grid Fluffy bundles are gone now so I don't understand why their absence has me lonely and missing them, I now cry Prompt: "Only The Lonely" - Roy Orbison p.s. They went to a neighbor that has their breed of sheep too, and have joined a flock that is not intended for slaughter. You can see them from the road if you drive down that way, and they seem to be ok. |
| Seeping round block-out curtains; unwanted halo of light. Covers try but cannot stop, too soon departure of night. Curled in bed with eyes closed, as the noise of the world grows, even though I don't want it. Soft peace vanishes as life flows. 7 syllables per line & some rhymes Written for "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT " Prompt: Write a poem about what disappears by dawn  “Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.” — Emily Dickinson ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| When the car broke down He walked home When it started raining He went inside When the roof leaked He fixed it But when he ran out of coffee He cried Written for "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT " Prompt: IDIOMS: THE LAST STRAW |
The family gathered around the fire, where the melting pot simmered. Grandma smiled as she cooked while Grandad strummed a song Father added more wood to the flames, and Mother kept an eye on the kids. All enjoyed the flavours of family and savoured their genetic soup. 8 lines freeverse Written for Express it in Eight Prompt: January is "NATIONAL SOUP MONTH" {January being summer here in nz} |
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