Remember

OpenLinkNight #355
sand in odd places
Remember (walking in the sand).

(a poem inspired by the Shangri-La’s song of the same name)



Do you, you remember the days,

Days of sand, sun, sex and Shangri-La.

Do you remember the sand,

In places where sand should not get.

Do you remember the hot sun,

On our naked bodies as we lay on the sand,

Hand in hand, close.



Do you remember the steamy sex,

Making the earth move,

 As other strangers, 

Passed by unawares.





Do you remember the Shangri-la’s

Singing all about,

 Walking in the sand as we orgasmed together.





I remembered that one-night stand,

The best of many, Mary!



 I Remember, 
Walking in the sand under holiday skies.

A holiday romance never ever to forget!
with a stranger many years past.





© rog leach 27/01/2024

just a quick hello to all at #dversepoetspub



winter sunrise

winter sunrise

picture taken Sunday morning on y early morning walk to my local bakery. 

Winter sunrise.



Out I wonder to find today’s loaf of choice. The hat is on, my hands stuffed into my big coat’s pockets. My breath misting and showing itself, warm out cold in. The suns first rays bounce of the clouds above making me reach for the camera within my phone.



Slowing down my pace to lake in the stunning sky reflected on wet road. Among the sleeping homes the sun calls and the birds sing, as I quietly pass thinking am I the only one awake on such a wonderous Sunday morning.



Orange, red and gold,

Good morning to one and all,

Now breath and enjoy life.





© 29/01/2024 rog leach

over at the #dversepoetspub tonight we are talking about the act of breathing.
thanks to Frank for this great Hai bun prompt.



https://dversepoets.com/2024/01/29/haibun-monday-1-29-24-breath/

curio-city again.

Poetics: City love
wonky fields

Tonight we have been prompted at #dversepoetry pub to describe the city in which we live. As I have never lived in a city I had to imagine what it would feel like. the town (not quite a city) Iive in is not really home. my heart is in the country side.

Curio-city. pt1. 



What lays beyond that door?

Red on black above shouts curio-city.



Titillates my curiosity that window,

Light shouts curio-city in pink neon!



Compelled to enter curio-city,

Shop of endlessly delightful wonder.



Mr Curio-city taxidermist in residence!

Stuffed poets on pedestals for sale to all!



First draft © rogleach 31/5/2021











Curio-city. Pt2.



What lays beyond those doors?

Off Glass, wood or plastic?



Curio-City no longer has me,

Shopping now of no appeal.



Wonky fields holding appeal,

Over shop doors in sharp concrete walls.



Curio-city shopping a thing of the past,

Not safe for us poets in this city.



Second draft © 16/01/2024 rog leach

Stomp

Poetics: Creatures of the Blank Page
Stomp!



#blankpage, #dversepoetspub, #elephant.



This blank page requires filling,

Sitting like an elephant in the room,

Imelda Mays “Elephant” ,
Stomping through my brain.



Balls of paper litter my work space,

Tired head refusing to compose, 

Theres an elephant stomping around,

In my brain, trumping and angry.



Day to day life is this Elephants name,

Needing pacifying before I can chill,

Sometimes words on a page,

Sometimes music at volume,

Before sleep calls 🤙.



Tonight, both required.

Stomp, stomp, stom……… 

slumber.........



© 09/01/2024 rog leach

tonight at #dverse our inner animals are released at the request of Dora