Subtle hints.
#quadrille, #naturescall, #poetry,
Morning suns’ frosty glints,
This son subtly hints.
At the quality of the print.
On.
Invites to a sick day,
Out and about from decay,
Nature’s call to play.
Now.
Mind forced into frown,
Work calling us into town,
Lets’ Run before we drown.
©27/01/2025 rog leach
welcome to another #qudrille monday @ #dversepoetspub todays word of choice is “hint”
thanks Bjorn for an interesting challenge here @ #dversepoetspub.
The line you shared from Pablo Neruda’s Sonnet 17 ” I love you as certain dark things are to be loved.” it truly intrigued me. it also got me thinking of a version of The Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkle by the rock group Disturbed. with the line “Hello Darkness my old friend.”
Darkness negated.
Hello darkness my old friend,+
Your embrace my home for so long,
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,*
Watching those who dwell in the light of love.
Every Monday the blues beckon,
Tedium’s embrace my home for so long,
I love the comfort of the home tedium supplied,
Never trying to keep up with the Joneses.
Cliché expectations always grate,
Chaos’s embrace greats my mind daily,
Loving the calm after storms chaos,
Watching the storms power from within.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,*
Cliché expectations always grate,
Every Monday the blues beckon,
Hello darkness my old friend.+
Never trying to keep up with the Joneses,
Watching those who dwell in the light of love.
© 23/01/2025 rog leach
*Credit to Pablo Neruda
+Credit to Paul Simon and Art Garfunckle.
today @ #dversepoetrypub we are waxing lyrically about newspaper.
only one wat to go for me back to the Monday evenings of my early teenage years delivering the local rag.
Paper round.
#poetry, #dversepoetspub,
#childhood,
Monday, bloody Monday,
Legs aching, mind reeling,
School bags haphazardly dumped,
Uniform into the wash, calls mum,
Out to face the weather with numb fingers.
Monday evening blues,
Legs aching, heart sinking,
Paper round bags collected,
Walking shoes rubbing,
Out to face the grumpy old gits with barking dogs.
Monday evening niggles,
Legs aching, belly grumbling,
Paper bag empty and returned,
First wages burning holes in pocket,
Newspaper print, all over hands.
Monday evening joy,
Wash them hands! dinners waiting,
Siblings crashing in from their evening rounds,
Homework before bath, before warmth of bed,
Home to face the crazy and the love of my family.
© 21/01/2025 rog leach
POP, POP, POOP!
Are you a robot 🤖? NO.
Blowing Robotic.
Wind blowing through,
An icy wind.
Mindless.
Soul sold for,
Manufactured Pop, pop, poop,
Contrived by AI.
An icy wind blows.
MINDLESS.
Soul sold for,
Synthetic pop, pop, poop,
Contrived by corporation.
An icy wind blows.
MINDLESS.
Soul sold for,
Fabricated pop, pop, poop,
Contrived control for mindless automaton.
Take a stand,
Be that icy wind.
Soul sold for,
Engineered pop, pop, poop,
Contrived entitlement not believed.
Watch real music grow.
Blowing robotic.
Are we robotic 🤖?
© 01/01/2025 rog leach
hi all here is a poem a wrote about a conversation on music with my daughter. lets just say we did not agree. my taste is to loud and hers is to manufactured.
Mohssin Amghar’s blue is silent.
Blue margins!
#margins, #loneliness, #blue, #dversepoetspub.
Standing in the cold blue margins,
Thinking, follow the gull, out to sea.
Craving the cold blue sea breeze,
Knowing the darkness of empty loneliness.
Standing in the cold blue margins,
Marginally better with the breeze in my face.
Craving the cold blue sea breeze,
On the edge of sanity, the black dog barks.
Standing in the cold blue margins,
Leaving my clothing on the beach.
Craving the cold blue sea breeze,
Following the gull out to sea.
Standing in the cold blue margins,
Not the place for me.
Craving the cold blue sea breeze,
Until I find warmth of love.
© 14/01/2025 rog leach
thanks Dora @ #dversepoetrypub today in the poetics prompt we are about margins.
perspective poetry 
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