screw you! war.

Poetics: Stormy Weather

thank you Grace for letting Andrew in to host with a great prompt here at #dversepoetspub.

a Banksy image from under waterloo rail station

Screw you! War.

A storm of memories we all wish,
To forget, forget, forget.

Dickensian reimbursed, Dickensian reimbursed,
From the memory box of history.

Haul away, haul away, there’s
Peace on the horizon,
Screw you! War.
Haul away, haul away, there’s
Peace on the horizon,
Screw you! War.

Toss away the idea of war, toss away,
Back into the memory box.

Haul away, haul away, there’s
Peace on the horizon,
Screw you! War.

Toss that box of rotten ideas,
Into the fire, to be consumed.

Haul away, haul away, there’s
Peace on the horizon
Screw you! War.

Take your Dickensian ideals,
Throw them out with the idea of dictatorship,
Here I lay in my final year,
Shed no tears, peace is on the horizon.

Way hay up peace rises, way ha up peace rises,
Screw you! War.   Screw you! War.

© 27/08/2024 rog leach.

open link #dverse

thanks Lillian @ #dversepoetrypub for the open link night hosting.

Open Link Night today with option to join us LIVE on Saturday!

Delivery In progress.

Well, I nether thought,
I would ever take delivery,
Of an Enfield 500,
Now made in India,
But who cares!

It’s mine, all mine,
After many, many years of saving
It has taken a live time,
Of hard slog and grief.

The transporter arrived,
At exactly 17.11,
The time I will ever forget,
Delivery in progress,
In red LED across the front.

They unwrapped it,
Screwed on the number plate,
As I put on my leathers,
Put on my lid, the black one.


Then emptied the 5litre,
Jimmy can into the tank,
And she was all mine,
 A live time dream a reality.

The noise she made as
 I turned her sexy key,
That noise of her growling,
I needed to make her scream.

The oak tree kissed us,
The oak tree on the corner,
Not 50 yards from where,
She first growled at me.

Now every October 13th,
Twice if it’s a Friday,
you can hear my excited scream
Just above her growl,
As we accelerated from,
Nought to oak tree at 17.11 and 30 seconds.

© rog leach 12/08/2024

ajar #quadrille205

Quadrille #205 – A Jar Full of Poems

A Jarred mind!

These riots have,
Jarred my thoughts.

F%%king animals,
Breaking windows,
Assailing common decency.

Not A single,
Brain cell,
Amongst them.

Parents Hearts breaking,
Violent Fools,
Hijacking their grief.

Rioting CU%%%,
Upsetting the apple cart.

Cancel the hate,
Spread some love,
Please spread some love!

© 05/08/2024 rog leach


Tonight at #dversepoetspub we are writing one of my favourite  forms with the given word of "jar" from De. here in England there is only one thing that has jarred my mind in the last week.

Remember

Poetics: Picking up the Pieces

my favourite poem about grief is the Raven by Edgar Allan Poe. in my own personal journey with grief some of it has been really dark hence my fondness for Poe. but for certain people who I have lost I like the stories that remind me of the kindness or humour they shared with me while being a part of my life. for instance this poem about my nan https://pyscopoet.home.blog/2021/06/01/granny-smith/

Remember them,

Take the love they had for you,
Stow it in your heart,
Adding your own,
Tell the stories of fun,
They made with you,
Tell the stories of affection.
They shared with you,
Remember them with joy in your heart.
	



Miss them by all means,
They are gone in body,
They are gone in voice,
Remember them,
In the stories you share,
In the poems you write.








To all those who broke your heart,
Leave them in the past,
Faces Long forgotten,
The grief they gave will not last,
The lessons they taught remember.
As they made you stronger.



I have loved and lost,
I have lost and learnt,
My heart is full of the love left behind,
There is no room for the,
Foulness that nearly broke me,
Grief is two sided,
Use the dark to protect the light.

© 30/07/2024 rog leach

Horse Power

Poetics: Running with Horses

I do prefer to travel by train over long distances. just a little more comfortable. more leg room no traffic jams and your not breathing in the toxic fumes of the cars and lorries around you when it grinds to a halt.

hello #dversepoetspub and a good evening to all.

we all know what iron horses this talented lady is singing about

a song about the horse power of cars pumping out pollution.

Horse power!
#quadrille

Craving horse power,
Yeah horse power,
Iron horse power.


Craving horse power,
Making me feel,
Like a mustang.


In my own personal,
Stallion running,
With the herd. 

Stuck in traffic,
Not me,
Luxury on track yeah.

Coffee on tap yeah,
While eating up miles.

© 23/07/2024 rog leach