looney frolics

https://dversepoets.com/2022/07/26/make-mine-a-double-dipper/

Tonight we are talking about ice cream flavours. here at #dverse poets pub. but as my next meet up at my local poetry group (Word at the Wharf) is writing to word frolic i had to combine the two.

so each line of my poem has an ice cream flavour in.

Looney frolic!

Half-baked frolicking,

Through the urban jumble,

Before the imagine whirled peace,

Destroyed by sugar plum twat,

Screaming this is nuts!

To the nipple ripple cool Britannia crowd.

Written for word at the wharf #frolic

And #dversepoetspub

Fractured mind #circles.

https://dversepoets.com/2022/07/19/dverse-poetics-fractals-down-the-rabbit-hole-and-up-up-and-away/

Tonight @dversepoetspub we are talking Fractal poems. The prompt took to a new poem and reminded me of another I wrote back in 2020 published 2021 on the same subject. Tonight’s is written in the text. The 2020 poem is the picture. https://pyscopoet.home.blog/2021/03/25/circles/

Golden haze descends on work day end,

As I read of fractals and self-similar patterns,

Dark clouds climb the sky,

Behind golden haze,

Throwing shadows in gold and black.

Thunder storm clearing the air,

Of sticky nights but not,

of fractured society.

Work patterns now entrenched,

Am I nowt but a robot,

Feeling lost when,

I no longer need to,

Make the same circles,

Each and every day.

The thunder storm of retirement,

Calls to my fractal mind,

My hands still working,

In my sleep,

Repeating,

Till I die.

Celebrate #quadrille155

https://dversepoets.com/2022/07/11/quadrille-155-lets-celebrate/

Thank you to The Specials for a wonderful show on Saturday the 9^th July 2022.

Tonight at #dverse Merrill has picked the word Celebrate for the first #Quadrille back after summer break. could not resist. sharing this memory made over the weekend of visiting a castle with 5 bands playing over an afternoon and evening. including The Specials as headliners, thanks for a great day guys.

Come said sol, lets party,

Celebrate days end,

Orange, golden and warm.

Let the singers sing,

drummers drumming,

The saxophones wailing.

Spreading love for all,

Dancing to the beat,

Swaying with the crowd.

Meandering home,

With love in our hearts,

A sunset never forgotten.

The Dark Poet. #poetry.

I want the darkness,

I crave the darkness,

I’m addicted to the darkness,

Darkness is my drug, my poison, my friend,

One day I may overdose,

to find my perfect dark poem,

Where I shall reside,

forever and a day.

As I am the dark poet.

33 gate crash

Thirty-three Gatecrash.

A scold of Jays sings along,

To spinning vinyl,

Heart thumping like,

A bass drums beat,

Getting me dancing again.

A murder of Crow’s jolts,

My memory of lost loves,

Long forgotten parties,

Dancing to chilled tunes,

Barefoot in the grass.

A Parliament of rook’s jive in,

Breaking my dreams of revolution,

Turning in my brain,

To Reggae, rock, Luna harp,

And beyond at 33 RPM.

A mischief of magpies cavorts,

And swirl around, in their.

Black and blue.

To sixties revolving 45’s’,

Enticing all to dance the twist,

At 33RPM.

A clattering of Jackdaws swoop,

In to gate crash my sound system,

Leaving once revolutionary,

Vinyl’s broken and scratched,

Never to party again.