Awesome Arsonists.

Poetics Tuesday: Beginnings are Endings

good evening world. Tonight Punam has asked us @#dversepoetspub to pick an opening line from a list of poems to use as a closing line.

A.A. Awesome arsonists.
#dversepoetspub


Outrageously Depraved individuals,
Only beyond this point,
Burn baby, burn,
Barbeque politicians’ assets.

Why?
politicians are Wicked,
Wicked fire starters,
Burning the poor to feed,
their own egotistical needs.

A.A. Awesome arsonists awake,
Come fry its Friday,
Do you have a light boy,
Goodbye dear friends,
It was a pleasure to burn.



Last line was the opening line to Ray Bradbury Fahrenheit 451.
A book which is still on, my to read list.
Two songs also came to mind while writing this.
The crazy world of Arthur brown’s Fire.
Firestarter by the Prodigy.
The book Firestarter by Stephen King is well worth a read.
 
24/02/2026 rog leach

lonely hunger.

Q242 Hunger Makes the Best of Poetry

A Lonely hunger.
#quadrille, #dversepoetspub

I hunger for sunsets,
Beach sunsets fire lit.

The gnawing emptiness,
Of beach sunrise alone and cold,
Grey and hollowed out.

Good companionship missing,
As sunsets again,
Over the remains of my heart.

I hunger to walk hand in hand,
Into the setting sun.

© 23/02/2026  rog leach

welcome to my favourite prompt at the #dversepoetrypub quadrille night. what do we hunger for tonight. What a great chose of word for this evening.

SKEDADDLE 2

MTB: Revisiting Cascade Poems

Skedaddle!
(original)
(This was written after my first visit to a greyhound race meeting. Some of the words used are Loosely based on the names of the dogs’ names.)

Vacant tote skedaddles away with loot,
Westfield Eleanor going like a bullet,
Wreck it Rolo ruins his run,
Splaattt.
Winners for your two slippery rascals,
A golden wind blowing for totes.
Bombay puzzle tree felled,
By waste of space on race card 115,
Whoosh,
Romeo Wolfe beating oh so sluggish,
Wiping out the tote’s banter,
Their personal service defunct.
Race course sponsors still believe,
Fabulous glamour still lives on,
Biesterfield Bullet taken out at last,
 Kerblamy
Lemming forced rioting in the stands,
  Future unsure fun memories made.
© 27/05/2024 rog leach

thanks to Merrill @#dversepoetspub we are writing cascade poems this evening. As you can see i have transformed an old poem into this form. i thought it would suit this poem.

Skedaddle!
(In Cascade form)

Vacant tote skedaddles away with loot,
Westfield Eleanor going like a bullet,
Wreck it Rolo ruins his run,
Splaattt.

 Winners for your two slippery rascals,
A golden wind blowing for totes.
Vacant tote skedaddles away with loot.

Race course sponsors still believe,
Fabulous glamour still lives on with,
Westfield Eleanor going like a bullet.

Bombay puzzle tree felled,
By waste of space on race card 115,
Whoosh,
Wreck it Rolo ruins his run.

Biesterfield Bullet taken out at last Kerblamy
Lemming forced rioting in the stands,
Splaattt.
© 05/02/2026 rog leach

Tongue tripped

Quadrille #240: Fill, Zip, Trip

taken at Bushey performing arts festival

Back in AUGUST of 2024 at a meeting of one of the poetry groups I attend on a regular basis. Almost everybody who shared a poem or three got tongue tied and tripped over their tongue. I wrote this to share at the next meeting, not quit a quadrille.

Tongue tied.

Brain faster than tongue,
Twisted words, twisted thoughts,
Tongues tripping on words,
Mind tripping on acid.

Tongues falling over lost words,
Wishes wanting, wanting to be given,
Gibberish kicking in,
Throwing ability, spoken word ability.

Brain awkwardly fidgets,
Against tongue tied gibberish,
Tongue twisted into tied knots,
Absurd caterwauling’s getting weaker.

Numb mind grasps control back,
Twisted and tied tongue permanent?
Not on my watch, not on my watch,
Words full of life, just fighting to get born!

© 24/09/2024 rog leach

Tonight’s #dversepoetrypub quadrille prompt has us tripping over our words to create a wonderful 44 word poem.

Trippy tongues.
(Tongue tied #quadrille edition)


Tongues tripping on words,
Mind tripping on acid.

Tongues falling over lost words,
Tripped,
Gibberish kicking in,
Throwing ability, spoken word ability.

Brains awkwardly fidgeting,
Against tongue tied gibberish,
Tongue twisted into tied knots.

Trippy words full of life,
Just fighting to get born.

26/01/2026 rog leach

acorn #haiubun.

Haibun: “The Fall of the Leaf”

Fall #haibun.

Who remembers the story of chicken licken and the sky falling on his head

The number of acorns this year is just amazing. I cannot recall having seen so many in a single season. Dry as it has been since early spring the local oak trees have been in good order. But when winter finally falls I do wonder how many will survive any winter storms we get this year.

Crunching over acorns,

Blanketing local footpaths,

Oaks saying goodnight.

thanks mish for this evening’s haibun prompt @ #dversepoets.pub