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
I have taken a pilgrimage see the Leake street Tunnels under London’s Waterloo rail station that has been on my bucket list since I first heard about them. one of a few places where graffiti art can be legally sprayed here in the UK. the photos below where taken on my visit. they are just a few of those I took.
it has been legal for street artists to leave their mark here since 2008. when Banksy organised an event there. #Banksy , #leakestreet .
so for tonight’s #dversepoetspub poetics prompt from Lisa. I have used a line from the poem Pilgrimage by Natasha Trethewey. “here the river changed it’s course”.
Leake street.
The tunnels they do beacon,
Painted walls, painted ceilings,
Painted floors, painted railings.
Here the river changed course,
Away from repression of expression,
To its acceptance of the street artist’s ability.
A pilgrimage of art,
To view an ever-changing 300m canvas,
A bastion to art since,
#Banksy festival 2008.
Take a wander, take a meander,
Through the tunnel of colour,
Stop for a bite, Stop for a pint,
Soak up the atmosphere.
Smell the spray paint, love the artwork.
© 07/05/2024 rog leach
London’s station life!
(people watching galore)
Pt1(Euston)
Announcements garbled animating gorillas,
Samosas smashing smells stealing serenity’s stability,
Saucy sanity stealers sauntering sexually,
Bhajis banging beat bringing battering bollocks,
Flat-breads faltering, festering, failing fillings.
Coffee circulating caffeinating commuters,
Rocker’s racing reaching ruckus rats,
Announcements garbled animating gorillas,
Cones conniving circus confining commuters,
Stall holders shouting harassment at starving homeless,
Billabong’s bastard boss boasting about beating up Berty,
Pigeon’s prying, pooing & pecking perfect passengers,
Fashion victims flaunting vicious frocks,
Music meandering into minds mayhem managed.
Announcements garbled animating gorillas.
Pt2(Charing cross)
Announcements garbled animating gorillas,
Platform shoes and dirty doily shirts,
Streaming hordes & multitudes of rat-races,
Ornge jacketed pamphlet givers, STRIKE,
Kamikaze Pigeon divers dive bombing innocents,
Litter blowing around booted ankles.
Announcements garbled animating gorillas,
Tiny, tiny quiet, big, big LOUD,
Big loud stomping out tiny quiet,
Pamphlets flying in breeze, strike info ignored,
Women disguised as shire horses, lacy bell bottoms,
Flushed pink faces, gobsmacked expressions.
Announcements garbled animating gorillas.
© 03/05/2024 rog leach
Q#200 ablaze.
You set my heart ablaze,
Firing up a lust I cannot fight.
My blood is burning,
Firing my desire for your company.
I am craving your heat,
Your warmth within me, driving me mad.
Cannot get enough of,
Curried goat with rice and peas.
© 29/04/2024 rog leach
Thank you Mish for such a fun for the 200th #quadrille ' #dversepoetry pub
perspective poetry 
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