#quadrille promise.

Time for a 44-word poem!

I promise.


I solemnly swear,
To keep scribbling,
My words.

A promise once made,
To myself never to give up,
To give up on living.

A promise I bottled
And hurled into the sea,
Hoping it would find.

Me when I most need,
A self-made promise.

© 28/10/2024 rog leach

thanks Lillian @ #dversepoetrypub for a fun quadrille prompt this evening.

three little words.

MTB: Counting to Three

thank you #dversepoterypub tonight for quite a challenge in writing to a new form for me on #nationalpoetryday.

Three little words.

Exam.
Life is no exam, live life, love,
Dance and sing, give your heart away,
Let your heart fly high like a dove,
Life is no exam, live life, love,
Do not fear to wear life’s love glove,
Your hearts one desire may well stray,
Life is no exam, live life, love,
Dance and sing, give your heart away.



Rocks.
Dance and sing, let yourself rock out,
Music uplifts, let it pluck your heartstrings.
Pleas never let there be a drought,
Dance and sing, let yourself rock out,
Prance, dance and throw yourself about,
Get music in, your being unslings,
Dance and sing, let yourself rock out,
Music uplifts, let it pluck your heartstrings.


Sketch.
Sketch this bitch, dancing all alone,
Heartbroken, but still living life,
Grief forced into learning, grown,
Sketch this bitch, dancing all alone,
A lust for life never blown,
Minds refusal to accept strife,
Sketch this bitch, dancing all alone,
Heartbroken, but still living life.

sea breeze

Tuesday Poetics: Endings

Bogna Regis?

Oh, which Bacon bap? Sausage bap?
Washed down with coffee, strong milky coffee.
Not a soul in sight, misty morning quiet,
Waiting, waiting, waiting. Chilled out.
A coach shimmers and rattles up the hill,
My seat awaits, Phoenix driving.
Bogna here I come, Bogna here we come
Sea side adventure calls.
Loving the excitement as old timers chatter,
Youngsters giggle, demanding are we there yet.

Seaside rendezvous with fish and chips.
Loving the anticipation of coastal vibes.
Bogna Regis, Bogna Regis you disappoint,
Filthy streets, empty hotels, run down vibes.
Sea breeze and pebble beach empty,
Empty of love, full of lost greatness.
Back on the coach, escaping the rotten Bogna,
The smell of the driver,
Was phoenix a dirty fat girl?

© 17/09/2024 rog leach

Future Harvest an extract

Quadrille #208 – Undead to the World

Wow Dora what a choice of words for the #quadrille here @ #dversepoetspub.

This will be added as a diary extract into the diary of a lead character in a novel I have been trying to write for over 30 years. it is the story of how the aids virus effects the vampire race.

Slayer.


From the tomb he walked,
Darkening my life of man.

Uncorking blood,
Like a fine wine,
With every meal.

Wooden stake,
Holy water,
My faith.
All I have in defence.

A defence against,
Vampire kind,
I am,
My destiny.


A slayer I must become.

© 16/09/2024 rog leach

shh not tell

Welcome to know

here at #dversepoetrypub we have been given the line “I am haunted by how much our mothers do not know” from Tina Chang’s poem love to include in a prose of 144 word.

thanks Melissa for introducing me to Tina Chang

Shh don’t tell.

A single child of a single mother I am. The last of our tribe.

Our history was oral, never written down for the sake of history.

We built pyramids and worshipped the stars.

Breaking with tradition to take a wife of human origin I must.

My mothers, grandchildren will not be of our tribe. The uprising saw to that. I am haunted by how much our mothers do not know about what is to come.

Our history will be lost to our descendants leaving nothing but confusion. Other tribes from the stars have visited but not left any DNA behind.

We had no choice our home was lost to the death of our solar system. Just two ships where here orbiting Earth, now lost in the pacific. The Bermuda triangle created to hide them.

A single child of a single mother was I.