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.
(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
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
hi all #quadrille time again at #dversepoetspub.
Love my place.
Lies meet across office lunch,
Over eyes saying shall we,
Valiantly resisting carnal desire,
Emails revealing new feelings.
My place? can’t
Yours? can’t
Pleasant playtime extended,
Love, forever lost at home,
Always required, loneliness abated,
Clandestine affair required,
Effervescent feelings buried at work.
© 13/05/2024 rog leach
https://pyscopoet.home.blog/2024/05/13/love-my-place/ a continuation!!!!
Crash and burn?
Where to crash and burn, burn and then crash!
Hotel corridor? To risky!
To many doors, To many pairs of ears.
stationary cupboard? to fleeting.
Where to crash and let desire burn, burn and then crash.
Marital Loneliness calls us to liminal spaces,
Between a need to be desired,
And social morality.
Let’s meet where desire burns and social morality crashes.
Under Covered wooden bridge,
Clandestine affair consummated,
Lies across office lunch made real.
Old relationships crash and burn. Within liminal space.
© 11/06/2024 rog leach
perspective poetry 
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