low how low

Poetry Form: Ottavo Rima or Sonnetto Rispetto

Written as an ottava Rima a traditional Italian form. For #dversepoetspub on Thursday 21^st March 2024. thanks Grace foe the mighty challenge.

(Inspired by Seasick Steve’s song “Hobo Low”.)

The first line being “When your hobo low there ain’t no where to go when your hobo low.” For a prompt from a live poetry meeting. Where we have been prompted to write a poem inspired by a line from a song.

low how low.

Have you ever lived below, nowhere to go,

Under a loves radar of understanding,

Luna brightness above, nights darkness below,

Loneliness, thinking you have nothing to bring,

Black clouds gaining, feeding your hobo low,

Craving hugs and kisses, Until the next fling,

Found in the space between Luna and midnight,

Self-love found giving the guts to find my bright.

All welcome

Open Link Night AND a chance to GO LIVE on Saturday!

Hi all at #dversepoets pub this dank and grey Thursday evening.

Street poet! (all welcome)

I am a street poet,
My words are from experience,
I will swear and swap profanities,
With the likes of sailors, miners,
 And those who have toiled hard, 
All welcome, all welcome.

Remember this poet is not taught,
Mine was born from a life well lived in,
Poetry is an expression of one’s self,
Politics, feelings and experiences,
Shedding blood and tears,
All welcome, all welcome.
	
I am a street poet,
My use of profanity expresses,
My Frustrations with life,
My frustrations with,
Bullies and outright hatred,
All words welcome, all words welcome,
Except those of hatred and bullying.

© 13/03/2024 rog leach

cliff top books

Prosery – Tomas Tranströmer

thanks Bjorn for introducing me to Tomas Tanstromer. and his poem after someone’s death from which the line “All the names swallowed up by the cold.” you chose as todays prosery prompt her at #dversepoetrypub.

Cliff top books.

Cliff top bookshop is invested the local paper’s headline screams.

Giant lady bird/bugs have invaded the size of kittens all
black with red spots. With a taste for ink burdened paper.

I could hear the books screaming for help as I struggled up (the
gas canister on my back slowing me down) the steep cliff path, small lady bird/bug
invasion getting squished under foot and hand as they cover both hands rail and
steps.

With all the names swallowed. Up by the cold-hearted lady
bird/bugs they try to take flight as I enter the store.

Flame thrower in hand
books beyond saving. The thrower pops into live roaring its greedy tongue
consuming dead books and lady bird/bugs.

The smaller beasties sensing their parents demise swarm up
and consume me. I will haunt his place of swallowed names and books death
forever and a day.

snow moon #haibun

Haibun Monday 2-26-24: Snow Moon

https://dversepoets.com/tag/haibun-monday

Snow moon.

Shrouded in cloud and mist. My mind or this month’s full moon? Craving a change of scenery my hands work while my mind wonders to ice cream on warm sandy beaches. Don’t we all daydream of warmer months when we are cold to the core. We also dream of cooling showers on over warm days. The misted snow moon always has me thinking nearly there, I have almost survived another winter.

Winters end cometh,
Hold on my grave frozen heart,
Defrost on its way.

Spring awaits me,
Defrosting with yellow dash,
Snow moon tells me so.

© 26/02/2024 rog leach

thanks frank @ #dversepotespub for an inspired prompt.

Touched by menace #quadrille

Quadrille #195 – Don’t Touch that Dial! (Stay and Write a Poem)

Touched by menace #quadrille #acrostic 

Towering over me with menace,
Over me he hovered, with imagined threat,
Utterly obnoxious, truly repugnant 
Courting the demises end until,
Hell’s residence arrived,
Eroding his imagined birth right,
Demons returning him to be touched by fire.

Towering over, utterly courting hell’s eroding demons.

© 19/02/2024 rog leach

#whimsygizmo invited us to be touched by her #quadrille prompt my first thought was to write about how music can touch us all bringing humanity together but once i started my poem found its own form as if touched by other influences.