Touched by menace #quadrille #acrostic
Towering over me with menace,
Over me he hovered, with imagined threat,
Utterly obnoxious, truly repugnant
Courting the demises end until,
Hell’s residence arrived,
Eroding his imagined birth right,
Demons returning him to be touched by fire.
Towering over, utterly courting hell’s eroding demons.
© 19/02/2024 rog leach
#whimsygizmo invited us to be touched by her #quadrille prompt my first thought was to write about how music can touch us all bringing humanity together but once i started my poem found its own form as if touched by other influences.
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Matchstick Disco.
This evening we are invited into a special place that requires a poem to lead us in. Painted into the wall of the entrance. the song above is the inspiration for mine. where I imagine slipping into another reality to forget the wows of the week. surrounded by the works of L. S Lowry. #Lowry
Matchstick disco!
Leave your programmed mind behind,
Follow the footprints of all,
The stick men, women and kids who went before,
Small circles in the path, heading towards freedom,
Leave your imagined human form behind,
Ink and paint replacement body immerging,
With each step towards the matchstick disco,
Where sparking clogs is cool 😎,
While playing with matchstick cats and dogs,
Dance your blues away, leaving work behind,
Life’s blues forgotten, swaying in cloth caps
Only jovial allowed back through,
To re-join reality, but always welcome back,
To the land of matchstick cats and dogs.
© 13/02/2024 rog leach
Lilac Rain
Here this evening at #dversepoetrypub we are writing prosery in a flash fiction of 144 words. the challenge is to use a line from a chosen poem the line has been chosen from Helen Dunmore’s poem “city lilacs”. the line is ” City Lilacs, release their sweet scent, wild perfume , then bow down heavy with rain.” I have chosen to combine this with a prompt from a local writers group who has challenged us to include a famous quote from a film of our choice. my chosen line is “It can’t rain all the time!” from Brendan Lee’s film the crow.
Lilac Rain.
Two city slickers boasting load, bragging clear devouring a six course over indulgent breakfast. Boasting load, bragging clear of all the lilac scented gardens they built over. Leaving those who hear them feeling cold, and ashamed of their part of such behaviour.
Two city slickers raining environmental hatred on the city in which they dwell. Forcing others into poverty and hunger. But surprisingly those on the receiving end of their shenanigans, believe that it can’t rain all the time even in the spring time.
Pitch forks and burning tempers come looking came looking. Two city slickers now dead at angry mob’s hand. A lilac planted atop their graves. City Lilacs release their sweet wild perfume, then bow down heavy with rain. Saying sorry for the vile behaviour of two city slickers now sleeping among their roots. City recovers in a Lilac rain scented shower.
© 12/02/2024 rog leach
boating afterlife.
tonight we have been prompted to write about sailing/boating fun on the water. which reminds me of an older poem about the building of the grand union canal local to me. which was built between 1894 and 1929.
Navvies song
the boat picture was a sad sight would cycle past it most days a couple of summers age. slowly getting more sad looking and more graffiti covered before it was removed.
Boating afterlife!
Broken and adrift my hearts desire lost,
Once I dreamt of a life afloat,
Roaming the inland waterways.
My life taken before I was ready,
Broken and adrift my body left for dead,
Never to roam the inland waterways.
My bow and sterne once of stunning colour,
My tiller once of solid oak, now rotting,
Broken and graffitied never shall I,
Roam the inland waterways again.
Roaming the inland waterways,
Once I dreamt of a life afloat,
Broken and adrift my hearts desire.
© 06/02/2024 rog leach
imagine #quadrille
hello tonight’s #dversepoetspub quadrille prompt is imagine. Thanks Lillian, my mind also went straight to John Lennon’s song of the same title. I have included another version of the song which I find extremely moving because of all those from around the world that are included it’s production bringing together those from around the world.
Imagined.
Many things humanity may have imaged,
Their own island? Really!
Great riches? Really!
Grand houses? Really!
Fast cars? Really!
Winning wars? REALLY!
Many things truly required,
Mother nature’s embrace!
Food for all!
Homes for every living thing!
Peace and love for all!
Just imagine.
© 05/02/2024 rog leach
This is my interpretation of such a classic.
perspective poetry 
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