Short Eights Poems

my beautiful cat
figure-eights around my legs
wanting warmth...or food...

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gambler tempts the Fates
dead woods cemetery gates....
two aces and eights...

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Saloon, August 2, 1876
Bill Hickok says, deal em boys
Aces and eights, click...

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The dealer dealt the hand with deft finesse
Black aces and black eights
Felt the muzzle on my neck.

Written March 22, 2022...

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starry night's lustrous 
heights set hope alive ~ heartbeats
inspired to let light 
nature's way ~ reciprocates 
expressed ~ I am you We are...

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Sitting at the table, Ole Wild Bill
Was playing with some cards, showing off his skill
He was shot in the head, when the dealing was done
Instead of Eights and Aces, He should have drawn a gun...

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stop dancing
in circles and figure eights
my name is translucent
nice to meet you, transparent
did you raise an eyebrow?
i doubt it
you've probably thought about this
retaliation
as a possible 
option
so now what?
you're it.
checkmate....

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Illuminated figure eights swirling through the stratosphere 
moonlet drops of gold surrounded by the ebon night 
Star kissed wishes floating through the atmospheric dew 
of a celestial paradise filled with joy and ebullient light....

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duped to go
metric excepting
this but forgetting

what once was
sacred has evaded
even jaded thinking

that you think this is
but it isn't geometry
so please pass me

that three
no it's not
in eights

going metric
you made
a mistake...

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Cubes - perfect?
Not to me
anyway

Eights? sideways,
infinite, 
hourglass - wow!

Like pears, a
taste matter...
Go figure

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a Tricube - 3 syllables per line, 3 lines per stanza, 3 stanzas. Kind of fun/interesting

27 is a perfect cube - 3 x 3 x 3...

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If I had breastices
I'd want me some thirty eights
or maybe forty-four magnums
to impress all my mates

I'd want them to be soft
and a little bouncy too
but only for my pleasure
not to share with you

for if I had breastices
I'd be happy as a lark
smiling all during the day
and panting after dark...

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A lullaby 
For the suicidal butterfly
Tracing figure eights on my window panes.

Broken wings,
Torn by thunderstorms
And rosebushes,
Are still beating fruitlessly:
In hope, 
Or foolishness,
The two are interchangeable.

A lullaby
For the suicidal butterfly
Arcing lazily overhead
For a last-breath sunset....

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Lorenzo Lorraine Langstoth* located the bees passing space
Three-eights of an inch,would gove them grace;
The world widely used this discovery
and copied his patent too easily-
Lorenzo found 'fame' but fortune was not to be.

In 1851 this American clergyman * made the discovery that made honey a viable commercial 
food source....

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Bagarthach’s prey oft are smitten
by curses composed in eights and nines.
Careful how you phrase what’s written,
so you’re not the target of its lines!

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From Poet's Collective, a quatrain in 8a:9b:8a:9b used in The Reefs of Earth by American writer R. A Lafferty. There, they were used as curses spoken by an alien race....

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    Upside down 
      inside out
    Backward, forward
      full of doubt

    Indoors, outdoors
      far and near
    It’s a mess out there
      without you near 

    Sashay left
      sashay right
   You at my side
      the world’s a delight

    Flipping out
      or staying straight
    One thing's sure
      ~ Life’s crazy eights
...

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a malus in fruit 

bearing tiny red apples

tempting the parrots



arriving en masse

emerald  green twenty eights

in feasting frenzy



The "twenty-eight parrot" (Barnardius zonarius semitorquatus) found in south-west West Australia, has a black head, a green patch on the belly. 

Destroyer A Poet ~Contest Name	any Haiku will do
Margaret Foster: Sept 2011...

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Ten fingers to hold you close

Nine live hopefully to share with you

Figure eights of love got my head spinning

Seven wonders of my world

Six feet under without you

Five day work week and the weekend I’m with you

Four corners of my mind but your in the center

Three calls a day just to hear your voice

Two eyes to hypnotize me 

One kiss from you to last forever...

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Pacing, searching, panicking;
can't find what I'm missing.
I'm about to lose it.
Been in this rat race
for way too long.
Don't know which way to go.
Spinning in squares, triangles, figure eights,
anything that doesn't makes sense.
Now I'm sick gonna throw up,
no remedy for me.
Just teasers of happiness
that are not for me.
A bystander observer
not allowed to have it for myself....

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I just bought a record player but it won't play my seventy-eights.
It only plays thirty-threes and forty fives and that's something I hate.
I have over a hundred seventy-eights with some terrific singers.
But to be able to play them, I have to spin the wheel really fast with my finger.
My hand is getting tired and this sure does aggravate.
I want a record player that will play my damn seventy-eights....

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You wanted to be 
 one of the great, idolized  masters 
of poetry 
But you were let down"by a king full on eights"
   Weekends after work 
prove joyous 
as you relax 
  read the funnies 
and enjoy !
   Who am I to judge you?
Maybe someone will like 
    your poetry and prose 
in a thousand years 
    Find a fragment and discuss it 
   Won't do you too much good 
But what a FANTASTIC THOUGHT!...

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No matter who you ask
If you expect two adjectives
One of them will be fashionable
She is a diva cat, dressed to the eights.

I would have said nines, but that is rude
considering what nine means in the lives of a cat.
She arrived today with a self-portrait bag.
We begged to know where she ordered it.

Of course she had conveniently forgotten,
not wanting to share her fashionable ways
with the rest of us....

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Splish. Splash. With every stroke of the brush.

Reds...Blues...greens...and the yellow..

Don't forget pink..the orange,both so mellow.

Splash. Splish. Goes the paint on the canvas.

Brushes.. Fingers.. Oh see how they glide.

Self portraits, figure eights..moving from side to side.

Acrylic. Water paint. Gliding stroke of the brush.

Purple..Agua..Black..Please don't forget the white.

The very thing you need to make the others..light...

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Dancing, whizzing, whirling,
  Skaters swooping by;
Starlets busy twiriling,
  Pointing to the sky.

Judges tracing outlines,
  Fancy figure eights;
Hopefuls' unread headlines,
  Sealed in starry fates.

Breathless finish flowing
  From dazzling routine;
Nervous, never knowing,
  Verdict yet unseen.

Women's Figure Skating--
  TV's stellar ore:
Winter's Watchers Waiting
  Heroine's Encores.  



  February 11, 2018    
       88 Syllables...

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A
Man skates
On the ice
He stands alone
Practicing his form
The beauty is unseen
Like the trees in the forest
When they fall do they make a sound
As it was stated in times long passed
Is beauty only seen when others view
The figure eights, the spirals and jumps
Who will be there to appreciate
If when unseen will it exist
Will he be the only one
To know what he’s done
As he makes his spin
And turns on ice
The beauty
Will be
There...

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I often question if I can feel the ecstasy I used to know,
that old familiar rush that seeps through my skin.
Do I have to swallow those little numbers
(one through eight)
to make myself whole?
Only then do I fail to differentiate the warmth of my skin from the atmosphere.
And my heart pounds like a change in gravity.
My skin starts to inhale and a tidal wave crashes into my senses-
I’m disoriented and dazed and fulfilled momentarily,
so I’m lost in a cycle,
counting by eights....

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