Good evening all. Tonight at #dversepoetypub we are writing #quadrilles including the word figment as in a figment of the imagination. FREAKY!
Black Fig-ment!
Black as the night my mood,
72 hours, Sleep deprived,
Swirls above my head.
Drugged up on being down.
I wonder what the Fig-ment?
When he spoke in my last dream.
Will I ever sleep again,
Under psychedelic painted ceiling,
Never eating Figs again.
© 10/06/2024 rog leach.
this poem has been written for the prompt of “Colour” for a writing group I am a part of called word at the wharf. which meets every second Thursday of the month.
this I will share at he next meeting on the 13th of june.
Yellow!
Mighty mane of yellow,
Opening in morning sun,
Dandy lion hungry for attention.
Lonely in amongst green.
Dandy lion hungry for attention,
Opening in morning sun,
Mighty mane of yellow.
Spreading fairy seed head,
Waiting for a breeze,
Wishes to be given.
Lonely amongst green.
Wishes to be given,
Waiting for a breeze,
Fairy seed head spreading.
© 19/05/2024 rog leach.
here we are at #dversepoetspub having fun with our silly words thanks Bjorn for this prompt . reminded me of this poet I wrote after my first trip to the dogs as a part of a family gathering.
Skedaddle!
(This was written after my first visit to a greyhound race meeting. Some of the words used are Loosely based on the names of the dogs’ names.)
Vacant tote skedaddles away with loot,
Westfield Eleanor going like a bullet,
Wreckit Rolo ruins his run,
Splaattt,
Winners for your two slippery rascals,
A golden wind blowing for totes.
Bombay puzzle tree felled,
By waste of space on race card 115,
Whoosh,
Romeo Wolfe beating oh so sluggish,
Wiping out the tote’s banter,
Their personal service defunct.
Race course sponsors still believe,
Fabulous glamour still lives on,
Blisterfeild Bullet taken out at last,
Kerblammy
Lemming forced rioting in the stands,
Future unsure fun memories made.
© 27/05/2024 rog leach
welcome to #quadrille night at #dversepoetspub.
Is the future dark?
History claims we once had fresh,
Claims we once had fresh darkness,
We once had fresh darkness to breath,
Once had fresh darkness to breath, yeah right,
Had fresh darkness to breath, yeah right what bollocks,
Too Breath yeah right, what bollocks was history.
© 27/05/2024 rog leach
hello all @ #dversepoetspub this evening I could not leave you all hanging on an evening like this. It is a stunningly warm and pleasant evening here
Jilted!
I wish I could apologise,
For leaving you alone,
If my heart still thumped,
Every beat would beat for you!
I wish I could say sorry,
For leaving waiting on the street corner,
If I could whisper sweet nothings,
You would have received all I had.
I wish I could be forgiven,
For not showing on our first date,
I am sure our loved would have bloomed,
Like the sweet rose bud, it was.
Here with my last breath,
As I die in the driver’s seat,
I wish you better than I,
Just a drunk driver needing,
A touch of liquid courage just to say hello,
To somebody as beautiful as you!
© 14/05/2024 rog leach
perspective poetry 
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