hi all out there in poetry blog land just bit of fun for #dversepoetpubs open link night.
Doodle bug poem.
Doodle all day
Doodle all night
One line after another
Until the pages are full
I have caught the doodle bug
Is it infectious you may ask?
Why I hope so
It may even calm the savage beast
Just give them empty page and pen!
© march 2021 rogleach
Barking at the wind
hi #dversepoetspub tonight you have prompted us to create a poem about our siblings. above is a link created by me and my siblings back in lockdown over a video meeting.
#so a second part has been added with a few reminders for them to giggle over about some of our antics growing up. a link to this will be shared via WhatsApp.
Siblings afoot. (Barking at the wind part 2) Run babysitter run. This foursome will become more. Growing up together, Taking on the world. Fun babysitter fun, This fivesome will become more Throwing cushion together, Taking on the world. Gone babysitter gone, This sixsome will become more, Learning the skills of live together, Conquering the world. Six grown into many, Watch out world here we come, Stronger together than alone, Still barking at the wind. © 29/08/2023 rog leach
hello all tonight we are talking about the super blue moon @ #dversepoets pub. i always wished on the blue moon to have be able to sleep out in the forest as a child. If only
Blue, blue moon #haibun.
The smells, and sounds of sleeping out under a full moon, I wish. Come accompanied with the smell of the pine forest in which I played as a child. Days with siblings playing Showaddywaddy playing on the transistor radio up loud. Parents unaware I was out sneaking back before dawn, I wish. Always got caught trying to find my way out. But did sleep under a seaside pier one August bank holiday on a trip to the coast when I could there to late in the evening to find a hotel room.
Pine forest night time.
Own Quietness treasured,
With full moons embrace.
© 28/08/2023 rog leach.
hi all not all bottle contain misery most do some don’t.
Here is one of my poems about addiction to alcohol written way back. it is not about me but based on a family member. https://pyscopoet.home.blog/?p=1989.
Message in a bottle. Here I sit at life’s ending. If I could bottle a message, And toss it into my past, What would I tell my younger self? Leave of the beer you numpty! You have seen what it does. Getting yourself an education, Does not just come from collage, The university of life is tougher, Live life and learn at the same time. Love yourself not the bottle, You have seen what it does. Do not bottle it, if opportunity knocks, We do not all get, opportunities to chase, Empathy matters keep it in your heart. Live life to the full, You will see what it does. © 22/08/2023 rog leach
#dversepoetspub, #dejackson.
For many years now I have been working on a novel. based on the diaries of three main characters as the aids virus decimates the vampire population. one of the main characters ends up living in a serries of geodesic domes on the moon with a group of scientists.
poetry is one of my distractions. so I have added some to the journal entries over the years. this one will be added to the diary of Professor Gilbert (first name, no family names allowed where he lives). maybe one I will stop procrastinating and finish he thing.
pines. #acroustc, #quadrille. Pining for childhood forest home, after dome confinement, Instigates loneliness within breeding group, no love lost Neurotic behaviour follows, sudden realisation of loss, Escape from the Moon Sanctuary certain death, Stupor engulfs my breaking heart, suicide not an option. Pining instigates neurotic escape stupor. © 21/08/2023 rog leach
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