Sweet candy killer.

https://dversepoets.com/2022/12/12/quadrille-166-i-like-candy/

Sweet #quadrille.

#Dverse, #diabetesawatreness.

Sugar addiction, devil yearning,

Demanding candy, cakes and more.

Candy, oh candy what have you done,

Rotted my teeth, my poor rotten teeth.

Sugar addiction, devil yearning,

Demanding candy, cakes and more.

The demon Diabetes taking my eyes,

The demon Diabetes taking my legs.

written for #dversepoetspub #qudrille166 using the prompt word “candy” which instantly made me think of the sweet tooth some members of my family have. This can lead to diabetes if overdone. The prompt also reminded me of the song “I want candy by BOW WOW WOW which was a hit here in England back in the 1980’s.

ICE..ride….ghostly.

https://dversepoets.com/2022/12/06/come-sing-with-me/

Thank you, Lillian, for the wonderful list of song titles to pick from to include in our poems tonight here at #dversepoetspub.

I have used a poem from 2020 and reworked for tonight.

frosty winter mornings

ICE

Golden dawns’ revealing

Frozen windscreens,

Thaw line shuffling up,

Meeting the weak morning sun,

Simon and Garfunkel’s’ Hazy Shade of Winter,

Drifts from open car windows.

Icy Crunch under tyre,

As another cycle slides past,

Saddle frosty as I climb aboard,

Robin sat on fence post,

Surveying my passage,

Side-tracked I skid on icy curve,

Cycle sideslips leaving,

Me to icy cold of muddy puddles,

With rumble of a heavy in my ears,

Cycle departed under lorries wheels,

Two wheels left in hedgerow.

Lorry long gone,

Me left for dead,

Feet like ice,

For warmth they lust,

To the workshop I trudge,

The drones there require my presence,

wealth alone means,

success in their pitiful life,

Your heart must be ice,

Your mind must be on fire,

Factory drones do not see,

My ghost passing,

My body laying next frozen bicycle,

Heart frozen in chest long still,

Missing the warmth of life, I once knew.

*Cold weather blues, settles around my ghost,

As I haunt the icy corner every winter.

1^st draft © 21/11/2020.

2^nd draft © 06/12/2022

rog leach

*cold weather blues by muddy waters

flower hunter.

Celia Dropkin Russian poet and painter was born on December 5th. painter of the picture included and writer of the poem “Sullivan county” which includes the line “in the tender Gray, i swim undisturbed””

https://dversepoets.com/2022/12/05/dverse-prosery-on-this-day-happy-december-5-birthday-poets/

#dversepoetspub prompt tonight celebrates the birthdays of all poets born on the 5th December.

Flower hunter.

(a flash fiction based on the line “In the tender grey, I swim undisturbed.” Based on the poem Sullivan County by Celia Dropkin.)

I did not plan to be a flower hunter. But a painting by the Russian poet Celia Dropkin called to my inner romantic. Living in a grey world of beige food, dull company and lacklustre surroundings. The colours were powerful. Changing me from city dweller to craving the colour of country side. Stealing my awareness.

In the tender grey, I swim undisturbed as I contemplate my future. Swimming in the city pool early one December morning. A flower hunter I will become, ambling through fields, over hills looking for undiscovered feelings. Those feelings like the flowers in the painting.

A flower hunter I shall be. Enough I have had of grey city living. Talking with fools. Breaking bread with bland automatons. Traversing along smog filled streets back and forth between home and the office, now history. A new state of mind will be mine.

Two sides of warm #quadrille165

https://dversepoets.com/2022/11/28/dverse-quadrille-165-warmly/

Thank you, Lisa for your warm welcome to the #dversepoetspub this evening.

Two sides of warm #quadrille165.

Warm embrace of death calls,

Life’s cold grip finally loosens,

Homeless, cold and lonely no longer,

Deaths warm embrace relieves this misery.

Warm firelight embraces cosy home,

Loving Home full of love calls,

Cold world locked outside until morning,

Family gathers sharing lives together.

Written to the prompt on #dversepoetspub #quadrille165 (warm)

I thought of all those who do not have the luxury of a warm and loving home.

It was inspired by the picture shared above which Lisa used as part of the prompt.

uninvited dictatorship.

(thump) is unspoken and is a knock with the shenanigans stick.

#Wordatthewharf, #openmicpoems.

Thank you, Sarah for a good prompt to drop this one into here @ #dversepoets pub.

i have added the line “no inkling of the way-no notion.” to a poem written when yet another person became the English prime minister without being elected. i have performed this at an open mic and a spoken word event since. but only added the Thomas Hood line this evening.

(thump) HEY YOU the uninvited,

Political leaders taking the government,

(thump) Killing our democracy,

(thump) money grabbers, (thump) your scruples dead,

Corrupt politicians of greedy denomination. (thump)

Selling out our schools (thump) for profit,

Selling out our NHS (thump) for friends’ profit,

Starving our children, (thump)

Freezing our parents, (thump)

Putting us on the streets, (thump)

Under funding our police. (thump)

Letting crime go unpunished. (thump)

DID we populace invite you, (thump)

To sell us out,

NO,

You the politicians are,

Uninvited (thump x2)

So, we no longer have,

A blank future.

As the dictators have.

*“No inkling of the way – no notion.”

*From Thomas hood’s poem November added 15/11/2022