Paper round!

Poetics: For the love of the broadsheet

today @ #dversepoetrypub we are waxing lyrically about newspaper.

only one wat to go for me back to the Monday evenings of my early teenage years delivering the local rag.

A cut and paste poem, I created for a poetry workshop (David Bowie influenced).

Paper round.
#poetry, #dversepoetspub,
#childhood,

Monday, bloody Monday,
Legs aching, mind reeling,
School bags haphazardly dumped,
Uniform into the wash, calls mum,
Out to face the weather with numb fingers.

Monday evening blues,
Legs aching, heart sinking,
Paper round bags collected,
Walking shoes rubbing,
Out to face the grumpy old gits with barking dogs.

Monday evening niggles,
Legs aching, belly grumbling,
Paper bag empty and returned,
First wages burning holes in pocket,
Newspaper print, all over hands.

Monday evening joy,
Wash them hands! dinners waiting,
Siblings crashing in from their evening rounds,
Homework before bath, before warmth of bed,
Home to face the crazy and the love of my family.
© 21/01/2025 rog leach

Blue Margins

Mohssin Amghar’s blue is silent.

Diving into Margins

Blue margins!

#margins, #loneliness, #blue, #dversepoetspub.


Standing in the cold blue margins,
Thinking, follow the gull, out to sea.


Craving the cold blue sea breeze,
Knowing the darkness of empty loneliness.


Standing in the cold blue margins,
Marginally better with the breeze in my face.


Craving the cold blue sea breeze,
On the edge of sanity, the black dog barks.
	


Standing in the cold blue margins,
Leaving my clothing on the beach.



Craving the cold blue sea breeze,
Following the gull out to sea.

Standing in the cold blue margins,
Not the place for me.

Craving the cold blue sea breeze,
Until I find warmth of love.


© 14/01/2025 rog leach

thanks Dora @ #dversepoetrypub today in the poetics prompt we are about margins.

Dance of feathers

Art in Nature

Raggina bird of paradise photo by Michael Sammit

Dance of Feathers.
#dversepoetrypub, #berkopoetrysociety, #nature'

Dance you say,
what tune?

Above me only cloud,
Below us only hu-man waste,
Piled up for all to see.

Dance you say,
what tune?

About me plumes of fumes,
Swirling under wings,
Thickening the air we breathe.

Dance you say,
what tune?

Abortions of man fill my home,
Defiling my feathers, my young,
And our health.


Dance you say,
what tune?


No more shall we share,
Feathers with which, to decorate,
Their hats etc, etc, etc,

The tune of paradise,
All squarks, chirps and fluttering,
Returns after fashion. 

Our feathers of many a hue,
No longer accessible,
For your beatification.

1st © 29/12/2024 rog leach
2nd © 07/01/2025

thanks Melissa for a great prompt. i have reworked a poem written for the first meeting of 2025 for the Berkhamsted poetry society https://www.berkhamsted-poetry-society.com/ of which I am a member. which was to write a piece from the point of view of an animal.

With Twinkles

dVerse Q213 With a little help…

Good evening one and all @ #dversepoetspub and what an interesting prompt for tonights #quadrille poems.

Twinkle, twinkle.


Dark voices whisper;

GET SQUIFFY!

Twinkle, twinkle with intent,
Dark intent twinkling, twinkling,
 Warmly inviting ambience.


Dark voices whisper;

GET SQUIFFY!

Invited in with menace,
Dark intent twinkling, twinkling,
From false family.


Dark twinkly voices whisper;

GET SQUIFFY!


Fake family with threat,
Dark intent twinkling, twinkling,
Enter your details here.


Dark twinkly voices whisper;


Get squiffy!


Within open Door terror
Dark intent twinkled, tinkled,
Walk away now.


Sweet and sugary voice screams

RUN SQUIFFY, RUN.

Closed down twinkles, twinkled,
Dark intent no longer twinkling,
Violence finally squished.



© 25/11/2024 rog leach

pyramids?

Haibun Monday 11-18-24: Sci-fi Haibun

Who built the pyramids?

We are a disease!
Our planet has spurned us,
Nature takes back Earth.

	Most of us are dead! Wiped out by floods of biblical proportion. Our cities now laying at the bottom of the oceans we almost emptied of fish. A passing space cruiser seeing struggling. Stopped and picked up the ten thousand survivors. The AI running the ship the last remains of another world. Theirs was swallowed when the star it orbited went super nova. 
	Backwards into time they have been slung, by that explosion. So along we go for the ride cleaning and caring for these mighty beings. Paying for our passage back in time. We have instructions to leave for our ancient ancestors.

Pyramids we build,
Hieroglyphs we write inside,
Earths care instructions.

© 18/11/2024 rog leach.

Thanks Frank @ #dversepoetspub for the great scifku prompt.