oh Ferrets!

Today at #dversepoetspub Sarah is talking about animals who have not been verbed..

Here is one I posted on the 27th August 2020. some of you have already seen this one.

boxferreting

I had written another one to go with it, but cannot not find it on the blog. here is that one, i have added a few lines ( a rarity for me to do)

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Boxferret prayer

Here I kneel,

Being badgered into,

Giving praise,

To the great and good boxferret God,

Oh, box ferret you are greatish and goodish,

Keeping the boxes from a gummy bear fate,

Here we kneel and give praise,

To the great and goodish boxferret god.

Here we kneel,

hog tired at days end,

to play,

Boxferret Jenga,

At the mouth of the Dark aisle,,

Now you call for the sacrifice,

Of cardboard and paper,

To the box filling fudger,

Of this warehouse cave.

Oh, great and goodish Boxferret,

Protect us from the dust viper,

Beware the viper,

His venom of dust,

That Descends into our lungs,

Beware the dust viper,

When He leaves his mark of lust,

In the dust behind him,

Beware the dust viper,

Where He lives in what he loves,

The dead skin of his victims,

that makes his dust venom.

Thank you oh great and goodish Boxferret,

For your protection from the dust viper.

So here take, this poem as sacrifice,

Leaving behind peace,

For the believers in the,

Boxferret god.

Fed parrot fashion this nonsense,

That they must follow the weaseler, follow the weaseler,

follow the weaseler.

But why when he is nothing but a worm?

1st draft ©20/10/2020rogleach

2nd draft (c) 30/05/2023

PEPPER #QUADRILLE

thanks #dversepoets pub for another stonkingly hot #quadrille prompt.

PEPPER

#Quadrille, #pepper. #shareandcare.


Pepper shares everything,

Taught to share,

Taught not to stare.


Pepper bullied into,

Sharing too much,

Sharing her inner self.


Pepper shares everything,

Taught to give,

Taught not to care.


Pepper bullied into,

Never saying NO,

Never saying how much.


 Pepper don’t share yourself.

© 29/05/2023 rog leach

this was inspired by the song Give it Away by the Red Hot Chilli Peppers and the misheard lyrics I heard when the song first appeared.

BLOODY writers! #senryu.

#arthubprompt, #senryu, #dversepoetspub

writers city by rog leach

Bloody writers sit,

Laughing as if lunatics,

Making others cringe.

Bloody writers drink,

Coffee, tea, chocolate,

Discussing jottings.

Bloody writers share,

Freaking out their audience,

Scaring spectators.

Bloody writers drink,

Coffee, tea, chocolate,

Discussing scribbles.

Bloody writers read,

Stories, poems and legends,

Comforting each other.

Bloody writers drink,

Coffee, tea, chocolate,

Discussing scribbles.

Bloody writers work,

Words into fables of life,

Leaving legacies.

Bloody writers drink,

Coffee, tea, chocolate,

Discussing scribbles.

Bloody writers’ death,

From disgruntled readers,

Blood-soaked bodies.

Bloody writers mourned,

Their scribblings now selling,

Only after death.

© 19/03/2023 rog leach

DIDN’T GET

Thanks grace for hosting https://dversepoets.com/2022/05/26/openlinknight-317/ at #dversepoets pub this evening. this took me a while to chose one from a collection I have called Perspective. I wish to try and get it published as I cannot afford to self publish I am looking at the traditional route. there are others from the collection already on my blog page.

life reflection

I DIDN’T GET THE VIOLENCE,

FOR ITS OWN SAKE,

I DIDN’T GET SOCIETY,

FOR OTHER’S SAKE,

I DIDN’T GET KILLING,

FOR MURDERS SAKE,

I DIDN’T HAVE KIDS,

FOR THE SAKE OF HAVING KIDS,

I DIDN’T BUY AN EDUCATED MIND ,

JUST TO MAKE IT FIT,

I DIDN’T GET THAT WE ALL JUST ARE,

OF THE SAME MOULD,

I DIDN’T GET THAT WE ARE ALL,

NOT ETERNAL,

I DIDN’T GET THAT WE ALL 

GET JUST ONE LIFE EACH,

I WAS NEVER HEARD WHEN I SPOKE

I WAS NEVER SEEN WHEN I ACTED,

I WAS NEVER COMFORTED WHEN MY HEART WAS BROKEN,

SO, I AM NO LONGER HERE ON YOUR EARTH,

I DIDN’T GET IT WHEN MY WINGS WERE BURNT,

AN ANGEL NO LONGER,

I DIDN’T GET WHY I WAVED MY IMAGERY FRIEND GOODBYE,

I DIDN’T GET MY MIND GOING ADRIFT………………………………………… 

© 2018 rogleach appears in PERSPSTIVE.

WHERE!

we were asked at the #dverse poets pub tonight to imagine being outside looking into a house of our choice. To start with I felt a bit like a stalker. but then wondered what i would see if i witnessed, well i will lett the poem do the showing.

https://dversepoets.com/2021/08/10/poetics-outside-looking-in/

where’s the door knob

WHERE!

Where do I enter this house of love?

          I feel the love coming from this place,

                    Mixed love and pain why?

                              I knew this house with no door knob!

I feel the love coming from this place,

          Love and peace for all emanates,

                    From these very walls.

                              I once knew.

Mixed love and pain why?

          Heartache and loss, hurt and grief,

                    I knew those in grief and loss.

                              Love and peace I project.

I knew this house with no door knob,

          It was once my home full of love,

                    Now I watch as my family say goodbye,

                              To me myself and I.

© 10/08/21 rog leach