BOX WAS I ONCE UPON A TIME,
UNTIL I HAD TO BE ON TIME,
KICKED AND SLID BY MY INSIDES,
ALL WANTING TO BE MY OUTSIDES,
A HAND STUFFED IN THROUGH MY TAPED FLAPS,
WELCOME TO MY BALL OF MIXED-UP THOUGHTS,
TUCKED AWAY TIGHT FOR NO ONE ELSE TO SEE,
SHOUTING AT PHYSICS, TELLING THE UNIVERSE ITS WRONG,
WHY SHOULD I ACCEPT YOUR BOXED IN WORLD AS MINE?
AS I SHOUT AT THE RINGING PHONE GIVING IT MY ANSWER.
Ingrid has invited us to discuss things we are grateful for here at #dversepoets pub. so here is a piece I wrote to be shared with the friends I have in one of the two writing and spoken word groups I am a part of. the pic (taken 2018) is of my first time sharing at an open mic in the Tiki’s coffee shop where the group formed shortly after. the friendship group has outlasted the coffee shop which sadly closed in December. I am always grateful for such friendships. even if I do poke fun at them from time to time. I have read this to them.
Guild Party line!
(A poem about friendship. Six almost limericks poking fun at the friends of the Tikis writer’s guild.)
There’s a lad called Mark, who’s not socially mobile.
Who would love to grow up to be noble.
He loved to give everybody a ring.
But his conversations sometimes would sting,
Not everyone he would ring were so docile.
Suave Dave he did sing, creating quite the buzz,
After he shaved off his facial fuzz,
Clean shaven and bald faced,
Thought he had the new song aced,
Thinking everyone listened, but nobody does.
Long tall Tony loved to give the girls a bell,
He knew the way to their hearts with what to tell,
Tall tales he had sold about his height,
With the girls he meets, did they get a fright,
And that why Tony came to dwell in his cell.
Big hearted James was shy about when he had to tinkle,
He thought everyone’s noses would always wrinkle,
So would always avoid any one on the blower,
Even if he had to tinkle a little slower
It’s just a shame he was a tad fickle.
Verena was the lonely lady of raspberry city,
Lived alone and only ever spoke a little ditty,
Until she drank a cheeky raspberry cocktail,
Then chatted to much she forgot to exhale,
Now her appearance looks awfully s****y.
(Re written from a blog post).
Rog, worked to sell crap over the dog and bone,
He would always speak in the same tone,
could always make his customers fidget,
Trying to get them to spend over budget,
Even when in the little room sitting on the throne.
©12/11/2022 rog leach
have shared this here today after hearing of one British fuel company (you know who you are thieving w$%^**s) DOUBLING it’s profits of last year while people here struggle even too eat and stay warm.
i have performed this to full pubs during open mic nights with a stomp stick punctuating each Da, Da Dom
END OF DAYS!!
Coming at ya like a train out of the dark,
Da, da Dom da da Dom
Fuel prices rising up,
Vulnerable people dying,
License to murder.
Cold.
Death by deprivation,
Billionaires drain society,
Cold and old dying.
Deaths.
Physco leaders reap, Fuel prices rising up,
Billionaires drain society, Wealth grabbing fuel suppliers,
Families crushed. Killed for wealth.
WAR! Betrayed families.
Da, da, Dom
Idiots follow nations, Weapon dealers selling,
Illegal wars sanctioned, Vulnerable people’s death,
By greedy hawkers. Families crushed.
Da, da, dom.
Weapon dealers sell, Physco leaders reap,
Your Decency beheaded, Illegal wars sanctioned,
Killed for wealth. By greedy hawkers.
Betrayed LIES! Not
Da, da, DOM
Death by deprivation, Idiots follow nations,
Wealth grabbing fuel suppler, Your Decency beheaded,
Cold and old dying. License to murder.
LIES! Not Betrayal! Yes
Da, da, da dom.
Lies and betrayals, politicians lie,
Of scumbags and politicians, to subjugate populace,
Never believe them. Causing panicked riots.
Betrayed. Fooled.
Da, da, da Dom.
Their truth never existed, Lies and betrayals,
Construct of greedy man, To, divide and conquer,
Fools following scumbags, Never believe them.
And Lies. Wars follow.
Da, da, da, Dom
Betrayals and lies, their truth never existed,
To subjugate populace, To poets and politicians,
Causing panicked riots. Fooling populace.
War created. Revolution! Wanted.
Da, Da, da DOM. Ba, Ba, Bom
Politicians lie, Betrayals and lies
To divide and conquer, Construct of greedy man,
Fooling populace. Fools following scum bags.
Da, da, da, Dom. Ba, Ba, Ba, Bomb.
Don’t be fooled by politicians lies and betrayals.
Riots and revolution assured.
Ba, Ba, BA BOOM
© 10/09/2022 3rd draft
© 11/09/2022 final draft
#dversepoetspub
#resolutions
thanks Punam for talking about resolutions this week @#dversepoets
No lies!
I resolved not to set resolutions,
I found them to be little white,
LIES. Others tell you.
Telling I myself this year I could,
Do so much,
LIES. Others have convinced me I should be.
Teaching my children,
Not to,
LIE,
So why do I,
Lie. To myself.
About what is expected
Enough I said one,
New Year’s Eve,
Stop lying to yourself.
So, no more lies,
Live life,
Have fun,
I will never be,
Rich or Skinny, or living on a tropical isle,
Or keep all the liars around me happy.
Bollocks to resolutions, live your life your way be happy.
© 31/01/2023 rog leach
today @ #dversepoets pub it is quadrille day where Mish has left us with the word “ICE” to work with. Winter can be an icy madam to cope with.
Ice maiden 44!!
#Quadrille, #dverse.
She dances on thin ice,
This frosty winter maiden,
Leaving me frozen flowers,
Trying to steal springs warmth.
Her detached heart craving,
Coveting the warmth of love,
But she knows passion,
Will melt her cold core,
On first day of spring,
Her heart melts.
©23/01/2023 rog leach
perspective poetry 
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