Punters #poetry

#poem, #followtheherd

I am presently reworking some of my old poems into something i can read aloud at open mic nights.

Come Punters twinkles the sign,

Into the shop of polished SHIT,

Lots of sparkle we have,

No scruples as all is for sale,

All named goods you just have to have.

With each you took home,

Sparkle was added to your cave,

In search of Eldorado,

But the sparkle dies as soon,

As it is home with you.

Chemical punters them all,

Stampeding to the stores,

Got to get the good deal,

On what makes them smell good.

Choking the atmosphere with your scent,

Belief in the smell of man’s ability,

Utterly un-founded.

Industrial revolution #poem

https://dversepoets.com/2022/02/08/poetics-pounding-the-pentameter/

hello all. when i read Ingrid’s description of Iambic pantameter. all i could hear was the rythmic thumping of machines in a workshop where i once worked. If i have not got this in the right rythm please let me know, i am not confident with rythm yet.

#Poems, #dverse, #worklife

The forge hammer thump, thump, thumpity thump.

Again, and again and again melodic,

Until the form unlocks.

The forge hammer thump and thumps and thumps again,

Yet again and again with lessening force

It’s rhythm da Dom da Dom into metal form.

The forge hammer thumps and thumps again,

Into her operator’s head night and day, day and night,

Ears bleed, mind bends lost too

The mechanical marvels of industrial revolutions.

While dreaming of wild, wild wilderness.

Q-nibble #145

thanks mish for a good quaddrille word in nibble.

https://dversepoets.com/2022/02/07/quadrille-145/

ANGRY NIBBLE.

Why nibble when you can gorge!

Gorge down on my sanity.

Go on I dare you, BINGE!

On what was myessence.

Am I nibbling your inner self?

I want not a morsel.

Another nibble and I’m gone,

You have consumed my sanity.

GOODBYE!

© 7/2/2022 ROG LEACH

Four-minute seasons #poems

#poems #seasons

Spring

Popping up daffodil yellow,

Colours bellow,

Warming fingers,

Sunshine lingers.

Hazel Nut tree catkins dropping,

Green shoots popping,

Calling blossom,

Now more awesome.

Tall Oak a green budded tower.

Warm Spring shower,

Morning bird song,

Has Been too long.

Summer

Overhead sadistic seagulls,

Shore never dulls,

Birds flip and dips,

Watch your chips.

Sandcastles swallowed by high tide,

Beach not so wide,

Ice cream calling,

Evening falling.

Long days, shorter nights, better life,

Forgetting strife,

Sunrise memory,

Life’s sugary.

Autumn

Colours of sunshine turning deep,

Trees head for sleep,

Leaves turn dead red,

Then chill we dread.

Misty morning sunrise shivers,

Pleasure givers,

Mushroom hunters,

Summer shunters.

Harvest food stores now engorged,

Hid under Forge,

Squirrel chuffed,

Nut thief Stuffed.

Winter

Had enough of snow-covered hills,

Rough little pills,

Craving summer,

What a bummer.

Sparkling frost crunches under foot,

Winters Cahoots,

Coldness lingers,

Vexing Fingers.

Hiding from cold, Fireside chilblains,

Cold finger pains,

Warming together,

Relaxed Forever.

Winters Ending #poem

Winter memories,

Sparkle of frost,

Melts into the,

Memories of the lost,

The bite of cold forgotten.

As sun breaks Through,

melancholy grey clouds,

of long frozen days,

soon to be gone.

Re-awakening a,

Desire for warmth,

And the smell of,

Seashore,

In my nostrils.

As the ocean calls.