https://dversepoets.com/2021/05/31/quadrille-129-a-curiosity-of-poems/
#quadrille #dversepoets pub
What lays beyond that door?
Red on black above shouts curio-city.
Titillates my curiosity that window,
Light shouts curio-city in pink neon!
Compelled to enter curio-city,
Shop of endlessly delightful wonder.
Mr Curio-city taxidermist in residence!
Stuffed poets on pedestals for sale to all!
© rogleach 31/5/2021
At the #dversepotsbar tonight we have been talking film quotes. i have picked one from the list and one from my favourite film. thank you for the use of these.
https://dversepoets.com/2021/05/25/poetics-go-ahead-make-my-day/
Dearest Draco,
“May the force be with you!” *
In your bleak pursuit of our,
Loves darkest hour,
The offspring we out lived
Our human kin,
Never to be immortal,
Forever yours Black Widow
*from the Star Wars franchise
My dearest darkest widow,
“It can’t rain all the time” *
I will discover Lazuli’s grave
The rain also falls
In my black heart
his sacrifice for us
not ever departing
my immortality.
I pledge to
halt the rain.
Your perpetual love Draco
© 25/5/2021 rogleach
a haibun written for tonights prompt about the flower moon
https://dversepoets.com/2021/05/24/haibun-monday-5-24-21-flower-moon/
“Is the dark dumb under your full moon?” asked young city pixie.
“Only in the concrete jungle youngster!”
“Where is the dark not dumb in the moons shadow?”
“Come join me out in the wild flower meadow!”
“Where is the meadow Gramps?”
“Beyond the toxins of man fledgling.”
“Can I return the wild flowers to replace man’s counterfeit meadows?”
“Yes, but only under the flower moon. Come learn how grandchild!”
Only man’s flowers bloom
Under flower moon his home
Our wild flowers death.
© 24/05/2021 rogleach
Thanks Ingrid you have reminded me of two crow poems I have written one for right here at #Dversepoets pub back when I first found my way here.
And a second from a few months before. I have included them both here in this post.
If what i have done here is plagiarism please let me know and I shall remove this post.
https://dversepoets.com/2021/05/18/poetics-poems-to-a-poet/
A poem for Poe (and his raven)
Lenore, Lenore, Lenore is nevermore,
Her beauty will live for evermore
The darkness of griefs pain,
Arriving on raven wing,
It’s Madness nevermore a release.
Tap, tap, tapping at my my brain,
AS I sit napping and pounder,
#Dverse’s volumes of forgotten lore.
The ravens nevermore, nevermore,
Will remain burned
Here evermore, evermore
I my blackened heart.
© 18/5/2021 rogleach
I have been a fan of Poe’s raven for a while now. if you wish to here e really great rendition look up Omnia on you tube. they have put it to some rather stunning harp.
An addition of an earlier poem.
Written one cold hungover Sunday morning.
BREAKFAST
This poet wonders out,
Into the dirty grey of icy Sunday dawn,
Last nights’ wine still laying,
Thick on my mind,
The murder of crow’s shouts,
From Sleeping sycamore roost,
As breakfast they identify laying,
Dead in mornings frosty grip.
A yarn they squark, shout and yammer,
to the world of all bird kind,
Gull and raptor alike this poet does hear,
Hiding behind mighty oak tree he sees,
Crows and gulls tucking into frozen fox,
Red Kite overhead swooping in to join the feast,
Homes warm firelight calls the poet home,
away from the feeding frenzy,
As the first snow of the winter falls.
©19/02/2018 Rog Leach (first draft)
© 24/05/2022 Rogleach (second draft)
sorry could not resist having a bit of word play with this one!
thanks for a fun prompt here at the #dversepoetspub tonight
What’s in a word?
I heard the herd calling again!
Right here I did hear it right? did you?
what should bare ,
bear wear where?
did the bat, bat well?
or sleep on down quilts down stairs?
GUESS who wound the wound?
The doctor did it nit wit!!
perspective poetry 
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