Thorny #quadrille

Q 249 Toot Toot!

Thorny.

#Genepitney, #quadrille, #dversepoetrypub .

Thorny days just past,

Beer served ice cold,

Over hot coals dragged,

Not chilling, just toxic.

Around every twisted corner,

Stands another horny temptation,

24 hours from Tulsa.

True love, never existed,

Cold partner, gold digger,

Dragged myself over coals,

For tolerated emotional neglect.

Welcome to todays quadrille from #dversepoetrypub. thanks to Lisa for reminding me of Gene Pitney’s song 24 hours from Tulsa which i heard on the radio today for the first time in an absolute age. which has gone on to influence my poem this evening.

Death of Romance #Quadrille

Quadrille #248 – This One’s Gone to the Dogs

The death of romance.


It came, life did, those dog days
Full of hate, and darkness,
Took romance by the hand,
Escorted her down a dark alley,
Smashed her pretty face in,
With a 14-pound sledge hammer,
Brutal and depraved under,
Midnight moon.


Howling in pain she died.


© rog leach 18/05/2026


Another  night out at the pub the  #dversepoetspub. another quadrille dragging my darkness out of me and airing it public.

Hot out here, #quadrille.

Come Bloom With Me!!!

‘ot out here.
#quadrille.

Cider maker passes away,
Apple rapture, in summer’s heat.

“Blooming hell, its ‘ot out here!”

Derelict orchard, bramble invested,
Once cared for and loved.

“Blooming hell, its ‘ot out here!”

Apple tree blossoms swirl,
Non pollinated and sterile.

“Blooming hell, its ‘ot out here!”

© 04/05/2026 rog leach

here we are again at the blooming brill quadrille evening. thanks @#dversepoetrypub for inventing such a fun form.

Pick this #quadrille

Quadrille #245 – Writing Down the Bones

Pick this!
#quadrille, #anti-war,

I have a bone to pick,
One huge bone,
To pick with all you,
F£$*&^g war-mongers!


Killing innocence,
Lining you pockets with,
BLOOD MONEY!
Murdering,
Not in my name.



Love and peace accepted,
To be spread around thickly, 
Harmony, goodwill and  friendships,
PICK THIS!

© rog leach 06/04/2026.

#quadrille time again @ #dversepoetrypub. tonight’s word bone went straight to how I am feeling today.

the Banksy Tank painted in the Leake street Tunnels under waterloo — no more war. a Banksy painting.

silent heart

Shhhhhhh…….Quiet, Please!

Silent heart.
#quadrille, #dversepoetspub.

Worn out and tattered,
Emptied and used,
Abused.

Dilapidation set in long ago,
Threadbare and scuffed,
Molested.

Quietly hoping and praying,
Silent heart still beats,
Battered.

Silence it’s shield,
Protection from over loving,
Surviving.

Worn out and tattered,
Emptied and used,
Abused silent heart.

© 23/03/2026 rog leach

Thanks Lillian for such a provocative word for toady Quadrille for tonight’s season at the @#dversepoetspub.