First Lights of Xmas #drunk

PISSED AGAIN!!!

I AM THE HOBGOBLIN POET,

PISSED AGAIN I MAY BE,

A BOTTLE OF RED, I AM UNCOUTH TO FRED,

A BOTTLE OF WHITE, I AM VULGAR TO MISS CONTRITE,

FOUR CIDERS, I SPUR HIDERS TO STIR,

TO MUCH WHISKEY, I GET OVER FRISKY,

JUST WHAT EVER YOU DO DON’T,

GIVE ME TO MUCH RUM,

I’ll TURN INTO A DRUNKEN BUM.

Fay Collins #ekphrastic

Tonight on dverse we have been invited to writ an ekphrastic poem inspired by a Fay Collins painting. i have chosen the picture below. can somebody please give me its title. fay passed away from cancer in september 2021 which is why this propmt was chosen.

eroded coast iso400 — “Eroded coastline” Renvyle peninsula by fay collins.

The track ahead rutted and scuffed from many feet,

Did those who journeyed before me,

hear the same call?

The call of the briny.

The sea shoe beckons to me to her,

Singing her siren song of lusty love,

The smell of sea dragging me by my nostrils,

Down to dunking my toes into salty brine,

Waves washing away niggles from my fatigued feet.

Dropping of to sleep here I know,

I am home, home forever,

I will end my days here,

At the seas edge with life’s,

Rutted and scuffed passageway,

Behind me, now let me walk this my final mile

Down to seas edge to dip my toes one last time.

I have always wished to see the sea,

As my eyes close for the last time.

double haibun, thanks!

written for the prompt over on dverse about giving thanks.

https://dversepoets.com/2021/11/22/haibun-monday-11-22-21-giving-thanks/

After being picked on and bullied through all of school and 75% of my work life. I got to the point of what do i have to give thanks for!

I have seen a lot of societies rottenness in all its putrid splendour. Wars on tv, religious leaders abusing childhood friends, the glorification of thieves stealing food from hungry children saying “as easy as taking candy from a baby”. These are just a scarce few of the countless things why I cannot give thanks for humanity.

Thanks for what my peers?

You’re bullying me to being,

Revolutionary.

My families love protected me, protected my children.

My families love gave me poetry to keep me sane.

My poetry a tool for the whispered curing,

of the putrid splendour of rottenness within society.

Thanks for my poetry,

I have enough love to share,

Stop all bullying.

© rogleach 22/11/2021

Decorated Entrance. #Wayra

tonight on #dverse poetic forms we have been invited to write a new form. A wayra. a first for me. we could have joined in to include onomatopoeria. but my tired mind is refusing that tonight.

https://dversepoets.com/2021/11/18/poetry-form-the-wayra/

Red highlights shinning,

Trickster devil invites you,

Hell’s entrance decorated,

Through pretty xmas colours,

To pay for your over indulgence.