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.

#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