grown up letter to Santa

Poetics:For the love of letters

this evening @ #dversepoetspub we have discussed letter writing. so here is what I imagined mother nature d ask from santa. not quite a poem

Mother nature

Planet earth,

21/11/2023

Dear santa,

My dearest friend I must apologise for the bad behaviour of the human race.

My wish list for this year is simple.

No more gifts for any of mankind,

they are on the naughty list,

New homes for those he has displaced,

A rejection of man’s war and destruction,

Peace and joy to all.

With love,

Mother N

Ps take a break from trying to spread love. you have paid your dues in full

Pss man no longer deserves it.

Ppss Come back only when he has learnt how to love.

Green

#avacado, #jalapeno, #limericks, #squeeze

happy guacamole day #dversepoetspub.

Holy Guacamole!🥑

GREEN JALAPENOS.

I once ate a Smokey Jalapeno,
Thinking I had swallowed a volcano,
Then I ate an avocado,
Still full of bravado,
Until firing of an arse torpedo.


Giving my belly a hell of a squeeze,
Making those around me sneeze,
Thanks, my kosher lunch,
Making noses bunch,
Leaving my neighbours to wheeze.

© 14/11/2023 rog leach

Pie day

Quadrille #189: Poems Most Mad & Moonly

We all have days of the mad bad kind. some swear and shout. some slam doors and make a noise. Others bake F**k B*m pie by the light of the moon. so for tonight’s #quadrille challenge at #dverse poets pub a pie has been baked by the light of the moon.

Pie day! #quadrille #moon

#baddaypie
 

By the light of the moon he bakes,
It is time, time for bad day pie.

You stir in a dollop of frustration,
Mixed with a hefty helping of what the F**K.

Best served cold, cold, cold.
To the bum who upset your day.

© 13/11/2023 rog leach

Two places.

dVerse Poetics — Time Machine Bucket List: TMBL with Me

this evening at #dversepoetspub we have been asked to consider time travel. there is one and only one trip I would take.

I wish

Two places.

I could,
If there is a time,
I kicked myself for not,
A time Way back when,
Back when you wanted to be,
Wanted to be in two places,
In two places at the same time,
I would go, go, go.
Hell yeah, yeah, yeah, it’s a kind of magic,
Kind of magic getting just one chance,
Just one chance, to get to a gig you missed,
Gig you missed, due to supporting family,
Supporting family always wins,
Always wins do family weddings.
I would go, go, go,
In two places at the same time,
Wanted to be in two places,
Back when you wanted to be,
A time way back when,
I kicked myself for not,
If there is a time, 
I could.

© 07/11/2023 rog leach

The story behind this  is that I was offered free tickets to see Queen live at Wembley stadium, the last time they ever played there. it would have been my first concert had I gone. But instead  aged only 16 I felt obliged to attended a family wedding. 
so my one and only wish to travel in time would be to go and see Queen at Wembley letting my younger self enjoy the wedding he attended.

Not easy to crack.

November for Beginners

Not easy to crackkk.

An ominous February mood claims my heart. As I stand over my lover’s grave. Her self-dug grave. Why did she? Have to go and do that? You know that thing with her knuckles, that irritates me so. The sound of cracking knuckles pushed me over the edge.

If we lived in the Arctic or Antarctic, I would not have to bury her. The snow and ice would hide her remains. The snow would be the easy way out of hiding her body. But no, it’s a cold snowy February day in Norfolk. Our footprints have already led the police to us, the handcuffs locking on my wrists.

My father would crack his knuckles, just before giving me a beating. Mainly for stopping him from starting on mum. I was not caught for his murder. That was justice for mum. This is my lover’s justice.

Written for #dverse prosery prompt. Where we have been challenged to write a flash fiction based on and to include a chosen line from a poem. The line chosen by our host this evening Kim was “Snow would be the easy way out.” From the poem #Novemberforbeginners. By #RitaDove.