penguin limerick

December Point of View

Penguin a limerick.



There once was a penguin from Lapland,

Who thought his home white and bland,

He ate a big bag of skittles,

Then puked multi coloured spittle.

Now its super  bright and grand.





© 12/11/2023 rog leach

Snow Revolution

Quadrille #191 – Let it snow

Thanks Bjorn for tonight’s Quadrille prompt @ #dversepoets pub. Snow is always a fun write.

Snow revolution.

#Quadrille 

Snow way to revolt,

Smothered in silence of white.



Snow way to revolt,

Ankle deep in blizzards icy drift!



Snow way to revolt,

With only an army of snow angles.



Only way to a revolution,

Is down the snowy path of education.

Teaching peace.



11/12/2023 rog leach

snow filled mind.

Prosery: Winter is Coming

Snow filled mind.

Dear diary: – Here I sit with a snow filled mind.

Watching from the Window out onto snow covered branches of my memories’. It is rare for the sun to shine and highlighting face’s I once knew. Loneliness and fear my only companions now. Sometimes others are with me who I feel I should know, their faces familiar but forgotten.

Sitting in my coat watching from the blizzard that is taking my mind. Craving the company of those faces I can no longer recall. Knowing I was where I am when the snow began is of no comfort to me. Language is starting to elude me so ow I must say goodbye, as the snow blizzard now fills my waking thoughts. Sitting in my coat at the window wishing to be warm again.

I only wish I knew my name here at my end.

This is a 144-word flash fiction of how I would imagine it is like to pass from any form of dementia. It is written in memory of those who have been taken by one form or another.

It is based on the poem “the dead of winter” by Samual Menashe the line “I was where I am when the snow began” is taken from this poem. Some of the other lines echo the poem.

Thanks Merrill.@ #dversepoets pub for kick starting me with this prompt. Been meaning to write something like this for a while.

Sketchy #Quadrille.

Quadrille #190

SKETCHY.

Imposter they should shout,
But they don’t.

Sketchy feeling imposter I feel,
But not to them.

Hiding under mighty oak,
Small acorn drops.

From which mighty oak grew,
Learning all the way.

Imposter they say! No, you’re not,
The poet imposter I still feel.

© 27/11/2023 rog leach

Hi all this evening we have been prompted here @ #dversepoetspub to write a quadrille using the word #sketch. after a visit to an open mic last night full of talented musicians playing around me. all I had to offer was some spoken word I felt like an imposter. but was very warmly received.

Green

#avacado, #jalapeno, #limericks, #squeeze

happy guacamole day #dversepoetspub.

Holy Guacamole!🥑

GREEN JALAPENOS.

I once ate a Smokey Jalapeno,
Thinking I had swallowed a volcano,
Then I ate an avocado,
Still full of bravado,
Until firing of an arse torpedo.


Giving my belly a hell of a squeeze,
Making those around me sneeze,
Thanks, my kosher lunch,
Making noses bunch,
Leaving my neighbours to wheeze.

© 14/11/2023 rog leach