SKEDADDLE 2

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Skedaddle!
(original)
(This was written after my first visit to a greyhound race meeting. Some of the words used are Loosely based on the names of the dogs’ names.)

Vacant tote skedaddles away with loot,
Westfield Eleanor going like a bullet,
Wreck it Rolo ruins his run,
Splaattt.
Winners for your two slippery rascals,
A golden wind blowing for totes.
Bombay puzzle tree felled,
By waste of space on race card 115,
Whoosh,
Romeo Wolfe beating oh so sluggish,
Wiping out the tote’s banter,
Their personal service defunct.
Race course sponsors still believe,
Fabulous glamour still lives on,
Biesterfield Bullet taken out at last,
Kerblamy
Lemming forced rioting in the stands,
Future unsure fun memories made.
© 27/05/2024 rog leach

thanks to Merrill @#dversepoetspub we are writing cascade poems this evening. As you can see i have transformed an old poem into this form. i thought it would suit this poem.

Skedaddle!
(In Cascade form)


Vacant tote skedaddles away with loot,
Westfield Eleanor going like a bullet,
Wreck it Rolo ruins his run,
Splaattt.

Winners for your two slippery rascals,
A golden wind blowing for totes.
Vacant tote skedaddles away with loot.

Race course sponsors still believe,
Fabulous glamour still lives on with,
Westfield Eleanor going like a bullet.

Bombay puzzle tree felled,
By waste of space on race card 115,
Whoosh,
Wreck it Rolo ruins his run.

Biesterfield Bullet taken out at last Kerblamy
Lemming forced rioting in the stands,
Splaattt.
© 05/02/2026 rog leach

city challenge.

Hello all this got me going tonight so here is my attempt at the simile prompt.

City challenge.
#simile, #dversepoetrypub.

The buildings rise like ant hills,
From the concrete desert,
Sodium orange glow welcoming you.

Pigeons swirl around rooftops,
Like teenagers around rock gods,
Neon lights calling, calling.

City challenging me to enter,
My teenage whims caught up,
In the bright neon’s.

My heart beating to the rhythm,
Of rock and roll, like lava
Through my parent’s icy fear.

First concert opens my ears,
To a live supported by my first love,
MUSIC.

© 03/02/2026 rog leach

The first band I ever got to see in concert in the big smoke was an Aussie group called Midnight Oil and this is the song that persuaded me to .

dark night #qudrille

Its quadrille night here at #dverspoetrypub. happy Diwali to all who celebrate.

sweet dreams.

candyfloss nebula

Sweet dreams.

The milky way is my sweet shop,

Poggled* shelves fully loaded,
With,
Skittle Stars from candy floss nebular.

The starship Twix hunting,
The snickers galaxy,
For the captains kit-kat,
Lost when we starburst away from,
The dull-drumsticks into,
Sweet dreams.

*poggled the art of seeing something new about something or somewhere you have known for years. Like an old scar on a familiar face.

© rog leach 22/07/2025

hello dear #dversepoetrypub regulars today we have been invited to write about sweets/candy/chocolate bars. i may have added a some not on the list oops.

what if take 2.

“rough edges” by Elise Siegul.

Tonight’s prompt from Lisa @ #dverspoetrypub has looking at the bust she saw on a museum visits.

i have gone with the ekphrastic option because the picture rough edges by Elise Siegul reminded me of one of my older poems. here is a reworked version.

WHAT IF? Type 2
#EliseSiegul, #dversepoetrypub, #ekphastric,

What if the planet was just,
A disembodied head?
And us its many, many voices
What if you the master of the many?
Yes master of many crazy 🤪 voices,
Were the master of that head?
Would she be heard over the masses?
Or Could 7 billion voices in this head be wrong?
YES

© 1st 2016 rog
© 2nd 15/04/2025 rog leach
#dversepoetry pub version