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

summertime. #quadrille

Quadrille #204  – Summertime, and the Poeming is Easy  

hello all at #dversepoetpub and beyond tonights quadrille is all about summertime. hope you are all enjoying yours. the song i have included charted here in England the year i was born. and was with me through out my childhood. 

Summertime.

Where have all my summers gone?

Out in the sun, out in the rain,

Running in the rain, just fun, fun, fun,

Fifty- four summers all memories,

Sun now to hot, rain now to wet,

Now out in the sun just work, work, work.

© 22/07/2024 rog leach.

Rock and Roll Fart.

Open Link Night #365 (with Live edition)
Rock and roll fart.

(Back in rock and roll history David Bowie would used cut up lines of lyrics to find the words to his songs. I have done the same here. Not all lines used are my own.) (Thanks to John Keets and David bowie for their contributions) 

There was a naughty boy, looking for my that,
7 years lost in the sound,
Of the trickling river,
The same watery grave,
Haunts the memories of my childhood,
This child running out to play,
The birds silent in the pine trees,
Send me scampering fast to join,
Scampering fast to join,
With the Muddy Beaches band,
Hello you wonderful wierdos,
The freedom of the day to day gone,
A naughty boy was he, looking for histories,
He ran away to Scotland, to join 
With the likes of,
REBEL REBEL.

© 16/07/2024 rog leach

rainy days

Quadrille #203: Feeling Crabby

welcome back from your summer break dverse poets pub attendees. it is a typical soggy English summer so far here we have had very few warm days. hope you are all having better summer. Crabby is the perfect word for my present frae of mind.

Monday crabbies!

Karen Carpenter sang about rainy days and Mondays!
After today I get what she was singing about.

#Quadrille, #carpenters, #dversepoetspub.


Crabby Monday blues settle,
Rainy day blues drown,
Out my fun day Sunday.

Crabby Monday blues irate,
Rainy day blues overwhelm,
When cooped up with ignorance.

Crabby Monday blues,
Drowning me in rainy days,
Always getting me down.

Nothing left to do but frown.

© 08/07/2024 rog leach