Permanent Sleep #Quadrille

(Trigger warning: suicide attempt. (fictional))

https://dversepoets.com/2022/05/16/quadrille-night-sleepy-times/

Thanks Sarah for a great prompt at #dverse poets pub. here in England we have recently had a mental health awareness week. so have taken the opportunity to write a piece about how Sunday night and Monday mornings can make you feel really low sometimes. especially when you are working in an environment you do not enjoy. not really living just surviving.

Permanent Sleep

Sunday night dredging anxieties,

Insomnia steals intimate serenity.

Mondain Monday,

driving melancholy,

Monotonous scheduled,

workload downhearted.

Dancing like a blade,

Across my tired wrist.

Mondain Monday,

Driving melancholy,

Conformed thinking,

Killing uniqueness.

Permanent sleep calling me,

Being driven by my,

Sunday night dredging anxieties.

Draco’s feast

https://dversepoets.com/2022/05/10/bon-appetit-food-poetry/

tonight at #Dversepub we are talking food in a poetic form. my vampire couple are out, out celebrating.

My dearest Draco,

I wish to share,

Lucifer’s favourite tucker,

with you my dear,

In remembrance.

Sharing our devotion,

Sharing our eternity,

Sharing our passions,

Sharing our bloodlust,

For our son’s memory.

The dark kings tucker,

Will flow from royal veins,

To celebrate,

Our anniversary,

When we became.

Your widow.

Dear Persephone,

You bring the starter,

I’ll bring the main,

Your company the pudding.

Sharing our devotion,

Sharing our eternity,

Sharing our passions,

Sharing our bloodlust,

For our son’s memory.

We will be royal,

When our feast is over,

The eldest left of our kind,

Last Human royal blood,

A fitting tribute,

To our son.

My widow I eternally adore you,

DRACO.

Anger thief #dversepoetics

https://dversepoets.com/2022/05/03/dverse-poetics-small-change-or-big-bucks/

What a great prompt. it got me thinking of about how I put a stop to being bullied as a young man and the Anger that was triggered on a night shift, by somebody I went to school with.

The anger was put to good use but I recall how terrible I felt after it subsided.

The anger thief #poetics.

#Antibully

The loss of my innocence,

Haunts my placid,

Innermost being,

The anger thief stole it.

Corporate tyrants steal,

good health,

From all they employ,

Paying them peanuts,

For what? More wealth!

Self-loathing explosion.

My innocence replaced,

With red wrath and loathing,

Bullied to red brink,

For another’s gratification.

The anger thief stole it,

From my Innermost being,

Haunting my placid,

For the loss of my innocence.

Static #Quadrille151

https://dversepoets.com/2022/05/02/quadrille-2/

thank you Mish @ #Dverse for the static prompt for todays #quadrille.

Static thief, static thief,

Why are so stationary,

Oh, so still.

Fear of getting seized,

Hiding within the static,

Oh, so silent.

Static thief, static thief,

What have you stolen,

Only our home.

Fear of getting caught,

Killing humanity,

Earths defenders,

Taking back,

Existence.

Interview with a river god

Here we are again chatting about blooms in the middle of spring @ #dverse poets pub. I would like to thank Merril for your heart felt prompt.

https://dversepoets.com/2022/04/19/poetics-naming-the-rose/

The river god Purple Tiger Rose once was I,

Once of the river Bullbourne.

Now just a lowly poet,

Interview with my former self,

Gave rise to my duplicity.

The Procol Harum song

A whiter shade of pale,

haunts my dreams of death.

Leaping salmon once I commanded,

As the river god Purple Tiger Rose,

Not now I am just,

A lonely lowly poet.

Twice in a blue moon,

Do I commune with,

absent friends who dwell,

only in my dreams.

Absolutely Fabulous

would it be to not

interview the river God

Purple Tiger Rose that once was me.