No fun guy

I sit in the rain

Under red fleshy brolly

Licking the white spots

Made my belly ache

Toads stool I have borrowed

To sit upon while I

Watch the fairies

Skip around their ring

While my belly aches

Truffling through the

Tuffs of black trumpets as

Puffball pixies peel

Portabella’s shrooms

My belly still aching

Chantelle is my name

morels Is my game

I should not have listened

To the no fun guy

About white spots being trippy

Because oh shitake by belly ache

Is going to kill ………….

9/2/2021 rog leach

dverse https://dversepoets.com/2021/02/09/tuesday-poetics-lets-have-fun-guys/

Haibun Monday 2-1-21: Eagle

Here I sit struggling with myself,

with a first for me, myself and I

my inner eagle no where to be found,

I have had my first piece accepted

to go into print today

still lots to do

a request caught me off guard

the request to write my first bio

the eagle soured once aroused

Eagle heart did jump

when email i did open

my bio completed

MTB: Opening lines…beginnings

My oppressive tranquillity does not deceive!

The female I stalk alone, my urban camouflage helps conceal me,

From her sensitive intuitions, I have been veiled here before,

Watching her breath steam into the frosted daybreak,

My callous appetite bringing me hither again,

To shadowing her this youthful morning,

Hankering fulfilment from my desires,

A nip from the hip keeps me warm,

I eye her up and down thru lens,

Before pulling the trigger,

The pleasure is knowing,

My children will feast,

On venison tonight,

Going to sleep

Bellies full.

© 28/1/2021 rog leach

Thanks Peter for this evenings meeting at the bar prompt at dverse poets pub. you suggestion of concentrating on our first lines made me think of having different feelings at the start and finish of my poem.

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                                Bed, bed what have you under thee.

                                A reflection of my peculiar mind?

                                Or just a hidey hole for your scary bits,

                                Do you mirror me, do you parallel me?

                                Or are you my dark side?

Boo no just a dust bunny

                                Bed, bed what have you under thee,

                                Is it my mothers’ reflection?

                                 Is it a portal from another dimension?

                                Is it a collection of your what ifs?

                                being seen from the planet regret.

Boo no just dust bunny

                                Bed, bed what have you under thee,

                                Am I just shadows of something lost,

                                Or just shadows of something to come,

                                Am I a shadow of something more solid,

                                Or just a shadow of your imagination.                    

BOO I am no shadow I am you, killer dust bunny

© 2017 r leach