First Ligths of Xmas #lights

Lights

I was the hobgoblin poet,

now my son the black clad elf,

reins over my mischief.

Ooh look at the lights.

Should I tangle them,

Or should I break all the bulbs,

And blame the good little elves,

clad in red,

Good little elves, good little elves

Oh nuts no time here come those pesky humans.

(14th December 2018)

reworked 10/12/23

Obscure sorrows

hello dverse poets hope you all have a good winter break however you celebrate.

Tonight we have been given some wonderful words from “the dictionary of obscure sorrows” by John Koenig to play with. thank you Linda for a fun prompt.

https://dversepoets.com/2021/12/14/poetics-the-dictionary-of-obscure-sorrows/
good morning

Obscure Sorrows.

Sunrise over city centre,

Aftergloom kicks me in the teeth,

Last night’s penetrating,

party of poets now over.

Kenopsia thumps my heart,

Watching the last poets leave,

This wonderous gathering place,

Now abandoned until who knows.

A single raised voice in song,

Echoes around the valley,

Tonight’s sunset turns heartspur,

As Love surges through me at

Last night’s memory.

The valley now tidy,

I lay alone before heading

Home to my loved ones,

Starlorn, I say goodbye,

Until next we meet

Here at dverse poets pub.

© 14/12/2021 rogleach

First ligths of Xmas #ne

Naughty elf

I once was THE HOBGOBLIN POET,

HEMP WAS ONCE MY NAME BACK WHEN I WAS always SQUIFFY,

BEING SHALLOW IS NOW MY GAME,

I MAY MAKE YOU BELLOW IF YOU CATCH ME,

WHEN I TAKE FROM UNDER YOUR TREE,

ALL THE SHINY PRESSIES,

AND LEAVE THE WRAPPING PAPER ALL OVER YOUR FLOOR.

AND SPIT ON SANTAS MINCE PIE AND PISS IN HIS BRANDY!

(10TH DECEMER 2018)