Sketchy #Quadrille.

Quadrille #190

SKETCHY.

Imposter they should shout,
But they don’t.

Sketchy feeling imposter I feel,
But not to them.

Hiding under mighty oak,
Small acorn drops.

From which mighty oak grew,
Learning all the way.

Imposter they say! No, you’re not,
The poet imposter I still feel.

© 27/11/2023 rog leach

Hi all this evening we have been prompted here @ #dversepoetspub to write a quadrille using the word #sketch. after a visit to an open mic last night full of talented musicians playing around me. all I had to offer was some spoken word I felt like an imposter. but was very warmly received.

Two places.

dVerse Poetics — Time Machine Bucket List: TMBL with Me

this evening at #dversepoetspub we have been asked to consider time travel. there is one and only one trip I would take.

I wish

Two places.

I could,
If there is a time,
I kicked myself for not,
A time Way back when,
Back when you wanted to be,
Wanted to be in two places,
In two places at the same time,
I would go, go, go.
Hell yeah, yeah, yeah, it’s a kind of magic,
Kind of magic getting just one chance,
Just one chance, to get to a gig you missed,
Gig you missed, due to supporting family,
Supporting family always wins,
Always wins do family weddings.
I would go, go, go,
In two places at the same time,
Wanted to be in two places,
Back when you wanted to be,
A time way back when,
I kicked myself for not,
If there is a time, 
I could.

© 07/11/2023 rog leach

The story behind this  is that I was offered free tickets to see Queen live at Wembley stadium, the last time they ever played there. it would have been my first concert had I gone. But instead  aged only 16 I felt obliged to attended a family wedding. 
so my one and only wish to travel in time would be to go and see Queen at Wembley letting my younger self enjoy the wedding he attended.

Edinburgh fringe. #vacation.

Poetics:Vacation reminiscences

Here at #dversepoetspub we are talking holidays,
here is a double whammy poem one about the bus overnight bus ride to get there.
and another about the trip. Edinburgh fringe festival is a must see, one amazing experience.



M20 Mega Nightmare Bus!

Rush hour on 390, sardines and sweaty armpits,
4hrs to shitty old Victoria,

Only nine more to final destination,
Robot voices shouting,
“No standing, on upper deck and stairs.”
Coach late, dirty floor, more fuel and more excuses,
Past home we lurch, waving cheerio goodbye,
Ooh arrrgh where’s my shoes? My poor little lost shoes,
“Don’t mock the afflicted.”
Big wave past mighty Bolsover,
Belching singalong weirdo’s and leggy oddballs,
Farting and howling at 70mph passing Sheffield,
Dropping coatless mother and child on Leeds outskirts.
Snoring short arses across seats lay,
Sunrise over Durham, Durham, Durham, Durham,
Accompanied by stench of oh de toilet.
Meeting headless gingerbread men of Berwick,
Crossing the border with tired and heavy head,
Edinburgh here we come, stench of putrid piss,
Never forgotten as we wade through litter,
To a beery breakfast.
Fringe here we come.

© August 2022 Rog Leach/Jane Campbell/Jenny Godfrey

The fringe.

The fringe.
#acoustic

Tired arrival, tired arrival, finally there,
Huge piles of rubbish in the streets,
Edinburgh council staff striking.

From show to brilliant show we trudge,
Reeling in the fun of the eccentric shows,
Imagined shows of wonder, blowing us away,
Never to be forgotten, a trip of the bucket list,
Good company, good food, great entertainment,
Eating enough fish and chips to last a year, under a wonderous bridge.

© 18/07/2023 rog leach.

open mic fun.

today at #dversepoetspub we are invited to write about music. It is something I have always enjoyed.

Punam at paeans unplugged has invited us to included some Linda Perry song titles in our posts.

I have chosen the following from the given list, “Edge of your atmosphere.”, bang that drum.”, “life in a bottle.” and “secret lover”.

The following are links to poems on the subject i have already shared. the second two I have share numerous times at open mic nights.

Music #quadrille.

106 Drums

Music Dab

My two favourite songs at the moment are She by Alice Phoebe lou and Kokopelli by Omnia.

Open mic fun.

The butterflies are there,

As I enter the open mic,

Entering the,

“Edge of your atmosphere.”

My name goes on the board,

The “secret lover” that is,

My shenanigans stick,

Appears in my hand.

“Bang that drum”.

Shake the shenanigans,

As I recite, audience,

Not always with me.

Music always thunderous,

Enjoyable predominantly,

But not always but better,

Then a “Life in a bottle”.

Local musical friends,

And poets of course,

Brought together by music,

Wrapped in its warmth.

Homemade is best — Stomp that noise maker