Cinema Yuck #quadrille

Pop Goes The Quadrille (#181)

well I bet you at #dversepoetspub can guess which corn based snack I am not a fan off?

the song that is linked here is one that was around about the time I first went to the cinema as a child. small town, tiny cinema filthy facilities etc. etc. when i smell said snack I think of that dirty old town.

Cinema Yuck! #quadrille.

Smell of hot dirty grease,
 Lights down low,
Strange noises from behind,
Sticky carpets under foot, 
 Filthy seats under clean trousers.

Adverts selling useless services,
Rancid popcorn sold by the bucket,
Overpriced Ice-cream in Intervale,
Rivers of blood on screen,
First Fleapit cinema visit.  

© 07/08/2023 rog leach
1970’s cheesy popcorn

peeled and pickled

Poetics: Peeled Away

hello one and all at #dverse tonight I have reworked an old poem from back when I could manage to grow onions for the pickling jars. time does not allow these days.

PEELED AND PICKLED.

Tears peel from my eyes,

As I strip the onions,

 Out of their papery, papery skins,

Birds eye chillies sneaking inn,

Ready for salty, salty bath time,

Prepped for the,

Dark malty vinegar,

Before hiding in the cool,

Darkness of the potting shed,

Three months until edible treats,

Until served with cheese ploughman’s,

Pickled onions BOMB my taste buds,

To the twang of the cheese.

© rog leach 24/2/2020

reworked 01/08/2023

shed ready

Seashore calling #haibun

Haibun Monday 7-31-23: Moving

good evening frank, good evening all #dversepoetspub has me dreaming of moving to the seaside again with your haibun Monday prompt

step into sunset
The calling #haibun.

The seashore calls. The smell of the salty sea laced with seaweed. The shouting seagulls calling my name. Telling me of a slower more relaxed way of life. I hunger to move closer to the seashore, which strengthens with each passing year, as I get closer and closer to retirement (still over a decade away). But finding a place with the same spoken word scene I have around me at the moment will be difficult. Craving seashore sunsets will probably win over sharing poetry in person (there is always the internet to help me share).

Sand dunes, salty air,
Seaweed, gulls and beach sunsets,
Calling to my heart.

© 31/07/2023 rog leach



Sheppey sunset

par cark #spoonerism

Par cark #spoonerism. 
#hospiceofstfrancs, #pottenensteamfaye, #Dacorummachinaryandsteam, #spoonerisms 
(a spoonerism is two words with their first letters swapped as a slip of the tongue) a poem by the par cark guy (rog leach) 

Fusty rords and puddy muddles, 
squadio rarks when stars cuck in puddy muddles, 
Joisy Naguar and enaction tringes, 
Teer bent and tedic ment, 
Enire finges bringing water. 
who screamed for ice cream, 
 everybody did until, 
ractor trides, to the shog dow, 
Next to the Furrells and Bodens. 
Did this get your, 
Tongue well and truly twisted. 

© 29/07/2023 rog leach