Rumpus #qudrille.
Fully engaged with the who-ha,
Hullabaloo driven at full speed,
Into the peace.
Noise and mischief engulfed,
Feedback whining into my psyche.
The open mic rumpus kicking,
Into beer fuelled ecstasy.
Neighbours grimacing at the clamour,
No music fan among them,
Wanting peace restored.
25/08/2025 rog leach.
Ooh what a wonderful word for a quadrille, thanks kim. here at #dversepoetspub we do like a good play with words.
Jib-ber-jab-ber slow.
Mind slowing down,
Too full of,
Others,
Jibber, Jabber.
Snails’ wit faster,
After my bath,
Of stupid.
Mind slowing down,
Too full of,
Others loud,
Jibber, Jabber.
Escargots de Bourgogne,
The answer to,
The snail brained,
Twit Wit exchanges
Ending penguin poo, hullabaloo taboos.
© rog leach 11/08/2025
welcome to #dversepoetry pubs #quarille Monday where we are playing with the word jabber.
Celebrate, lets.
#fisherywharf, #haibun, #haiku, #dversepoetspoets.
Tin for ten. Oh yes not quite silver. Ten years of the Fishery Wharf café. The very place where I learnt to share my words, my poetry. Invited I have been to participate in a celebration poetry slam, my first. So, participate I shall, I shall.
Canal side party,
Within natures corridor,
Celebrate the day.
© 04/08/2025 rog leach.
No fish (e) #Q228.
#qudrille, #berkhampsteadpoetrysociety.
Fill up, Fill up,
Fill up on, fill up on,
Wild, wild, wild
Fish,
Day in, day out,
Filling my stomach,
But not tomorrow morning,
Barracuda and carp haunt my night,
Groggy morning down am I,
Bad day, bad day,
Without fish,
No,
Fish.
© 28/07/2025 rog leach
Tonight’s Quadrille @ #dversepoetrypub asked us t use the word fish. i am also a member of the Berkhamsted poetry society who have asked it’s member to write a poem without using the letter “E” so fish(E) was born.
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.
perspective poetry 
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