Blue Margins

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.

Dance of feathers

Raggina bird of paradise photo by Michael Sammit

Dance of Feathers.
#dversepoetrypub, #berkopoetrysociety, #nature'

Dance you say,
what tune?

Above me only cloud,
Below us only hu-man waste,
Piled up for all to see.

Dance you say,
what tune?

About me plumes of fumes,
Swirling under wings,
Thickening the air we breathe.

Dance you say,
what tune?

Abortions of man fill my home,
Defiling my feathers, my young,
And our health.


Dance you say,
what tune?


No more shall we share,
Feathers with which, to decorate,
Their hats etc, etc, etc,

The tune of paradise,
All squarks, chirps and fluttering,
Returns after fashion.

Our feathers of many a hue,
No longer accessible,
For your beatification.

1st © 29/12/2024 rog leach
2nd © 07/01/2025

thanks Melissa for a great prompt. i have reworked a poem written for the first meeting of 2025 for the Berkhamsted poetry society https://www.berkhamsted-poetry-society.com/ of which I am a member. which was to write a piece from the point of view of an animal.

This land within

This land within.

#tikiswritingguild, #dversepoetspub, #flaminghaibun, #lostlove.

There’s movement out there in the valley. The snow-covered valley, Asleep under snowy blanket. Coming awake, shivering, in this new inner land. In this land that is your land. Coming awake, in this new inner land. In this land that is my land. Your love never truly mine.

There’s movement out there in the valley. The sun-bleached valley desolate. Asleep under a myriad of stars we once shared, now my pals. This land within now just memories of the love we shared and lost. This is now my land alone, not longer your land. Mine to share with those in my future.

Movement in the valley,
Asleep under snowy blanket,
Coming awake, shivering,
Heart-broken and alone,
Your love never truly mine.

Sun bleached valley, desolate.
Myriad of stars now my pals,
Mine to share with the future.

Movement in this land,
Asleep under white blanket,
Stars for my future.
© 06/01/2025 rog leach

wow what an interesting form. thanks Lisa @ #dversepoetspub. I have gone with a double prompt here. one of the writers groups I am a part off challenged us to write a piece to include the lines “In this land that is your land. In this land that is my land.” which is a song lyric the song title and singer I cannot recall. but whoever’s it is thank you.

quadrille #214

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.

With Twinkles

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