Bangers?
Banger? Good tune? Sausage?
Which? You decide.
What a banging year?
Was it? You decide.
Bang up the xmas decs!
Bring on the family time!
Bang in the turkey!
Bring on the poetry and song.
Wishing you all a banging new year and Christmas.
© 09/12/2024 rog leach.
good evening #dversepoetspub goers this is my final visit of the year.
thanks for a banging finish to the year hope to see you all in the new year.
Good evening one and all @ #dversepoetspub and what an interesting prompt for tonights #quadrille poems.
Twinkle, twinkle.
Dark voices whisper;
GET SQUIFFY!
Twinkle, twinkle with intent,
Dark intent twinkling, twinkling,
Warmly inviting ambience.
Dark voices whisper;
GET SQUIFFY!
Invited in with menace,
Dark intent twinkling, twinkling,
From false family.
Dark twinkly voices whisper;
GET SQUIFFY!
Fake family with threat,
Dark intent twinkling, twinkling,
Enter your details here.
Dark twinkly voices whisper;
Get squiffy!
Within open Door terror
Dark intent twinkled, tinkled,
Walk away now.
Sweet and sugary voice screams
RUN SQUIFFY, RUN.
Closed down twinkles, twinkled,
Dark intent no longer twinkling,
Violence finally squished.
© 25/11/2024 rog leach
Who built the pyramids?
We are a disease!
Our planet has spurned us,
Nature takes back Earth.
Most of us are dead! Wiped out by floods of biblical proportion. Our cities now laying at the bottom of the oceans we almost emptied of fish. A passing space cruiser seeing struggling. Stopped and picked up the ten thousand survivors. The AI running the ship the last remains of another world. Theirs was swallowed when the star it orbited went super nova.
Backwards into time they have been slung, by that explosion. So along we go for the ride cleaning and caring for these mighty beings. Paying for our passage back in time. We have instructions to leave for our ancient ancestors.
Pyramids we build,
Hieroglyphs we write inside,
Earths care instructions.
© 18/11/2024 rog leach.
Thanks Frank @ #dversepoetspub for the great scifku prompt.
What’s watt?
Power, you say, Watt?
The spark of ideas,
Electrifying our very lives,
Power transfer from darkness,
Now we have light,
At what cost though?
Power, you say, what?
The spark of greed,
Electrifying others bank accounts,
Now we have darkness,
Just getting watt spark?
© 11/11/2024 rog leach
what on earth is going on here @ #dversepoetspub. what a fun prompt
I am active member of three local poetry groups. the first one I joined back in may 0f 2018 is called The word at the wharf, run by the lovely Kate. where i first shared one of poems in public. Based on the banks of the local grand union canal.
The second group i am a member of is called the Tiki’s writers guild. more a group of friends who met at the Tiki’s coffee bar back in 2019. the coffee shop has long since become a Costa coffee but the group lives on.
The third group is a new group just coming up to its second xmas. meeting when we can an even having its own web site as given below.
https://www.berkhamsted-poetry-society.com/
hope you all are enjoying the poems finding their way to you all
Rog
perspective poetry 
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