Bucket full of Words.

#bucketofwords, cutandpastepoetry.

In recent years I have been attending #sunnysideartfair with my bucket of words. The art fair is a local event supporting a local charity, Sunnyside rural trust, which helps adults with learning difficulties get on in life, at these fairs I host the poetry corner, where the bucket of words is employed to get visitors to write poems using David Bowies lyric cut and paste writing method. words from many sources are added to the bucket, where those who dare can take a handful to be rearranged into a poem. with some spectacular results. the following poem was not written as such.

Bucket of words.

Welcome, welcome to,
The bucket of words,
A pub you may think?
A bit on the wonk for a pub.

Plastic, orange and wire handled,
Wonky block capitals proclaim!
Bucket of words, bucket of words,
With sarcaustic glee!

It’s filling defiantly on the wonk,
Grab handful if you dare,
We double dare you,
Words from afar, for you to create a poem,
Perhaps we better not over wonk them.

The bucket of words was created,
Purely for poetries creation,
Now come delve your hand in,
Write in.

Rog leach, June 2026

Summer Solstice .

Summers solstice.
#dversepoetspub, #haibun, #summersolistice,

Due to my financial restraints and busy work schedules, I have never given the solstice much time. But in recent years talking to friends who enjoy the various celebrations around both winter and summer solstices’ I have been paying a bit more interest. Their pics of sunrises over many famous locations really have caught my eye. one day I may even join them atop a hill or stone to watch the sunrise.

Orange and yellow hues,
Greet spectators’ morning view,
Washing sleep away.

© Rog Leach June 2026
winter solstice sunrise.

Thorny #quadrille

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.

© 01/06/2026 rog leach

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

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.