curio-city again.

Poetics: City love

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

dreams of tea

#dverse, #tea, # lemonandginger,

Quadrille from the dVerse Lagoon

Dreams of tea.



Cast away on island made of cake,

Surrounded by tea lagoons,

Were Biscuit rafts float.



#lagoon of lemon and ginger,

Were honey fish leisurely swim,

This poet slurping away,

Through cinnamon straw.



Dreaming of flagoons of tea,

Good dreams popped by intrusive 

Morning alarm.



© 08/01/2024 rog leach

wonderful weirdo.

Poetics – Litotes of Yesterday

Wonderful weirdos. 

Hello you wonderful weirdos, 
I was often instructed to, 
“Be good and keep my tongue behind my teeth.” 
By the nonweird in the crowd, 
Why? To fit with them? 

For some odd balls and wierdos, 
Fitting in matters, no pain no gain right! 

Hello you wonderful wierdos, 
Under instruction, 
I never said nothing, 
To the nonweird in each crowd, 
Why? Not to fit with them. 

© 02/01/2024 rog leach

written for the doble prompts from #dverse (writing litotes) and #wordatthewharf (good and bad). unsure if they fit but hay ho.

A dandelion’s fury

OpenLinkNight #353

A dandelion’s fury!



Cower at the Fury, fury, fury of the dandelions,

The fury, fury, fury at the long-term bullies,

With their propaganda and violence, 

Rise up, rise up, rise my brother dandelions rise,

Take back our world,

Let’s have a new form of revolution,

Rise up, rise up, rise against the gardeners of the world,

No more to their weed killers.



Cower at the fury, fury, fury of the dandelions,

 Fury, fury, fury, at man’s destructive nature,

Rise up, rise up, rise up my brother dandelions, rise,

Let’s have a new kind of revolution,

Rise up, rise up, rise up against Earth’s toxicity,

No more deforestation, take back our world.



Cower at the fury, fury, the utter fury of wet the bed fairies,

 With their fury, fury, fury at being called weed,

Rise up, rise up, rise and grow, grow,

 grow like the weeds they believe we are,

a forest of dandelions it will be, will be, IT will be,

after humanities demise.

© 28/12/2023 rog leach

hello all those calling in to #dverse open link evening.