Pick this #quadrille

Quadrille #245 – Writing Down the Bones

Pick this!
#quadrille, #anti-war,

I have a bone to pick,
One huge bone,
To pick with all you,
F£$*&^g war-mongers!


Killing innocence,
Lining you pockets with,
BLOOD MONEY!
Murdering,
Not in my name.



Love and peace accepted,
To be spread around thickly, 
Harmony, goodwill and  friendships,
PICK THIS!

© rog leach 06/04/2026.

#quadrille time again @ #dversepoetrypub. tonight’s word bone went straight to how I am feeling today.

the Banksy Tank painted in the Leake street Tunnels under waterloo — no more war. a Banksy painting.

silent heart

Shhhhhhh…….Quiet, Please!

Silent heart.
#quadrille, #dversepoetspub.

Worn out and tattered,
Emptied and used,
Abused.

Dilapidation set in long ago,
Threadbare and scuffed,
Molested.

Quietly hoping and praying,
Silent heart still beats,
Battered.

Silence it’s shield,
Protection from over loving,
Surviving.

Worn out and tattered,
Emptied and used,
Abused silent heart.

© 23/03/2026 rog leach

Thanks Lillian for such a provocative word for toady Quadrille for tonight’s season at the @#dversepoetspub.

Awesome Arsonists.

Poetics Tuesday: Beginnings are Endings

good evening world. Tonight Punam has asked us @#dversepoetspub to pick an opening line from a list of poems to use as a closing line.

A.A. Awesome arsonists.
#dversepoetspub


Outrageously Depraved individuals,
Only beyond this point,
Burn baby, burn,
Barbeque politicians’ assets.

Why?
politicians are Wicked,
Wicked fire starters,
Burning the poor to feed,
their own egotistical needs.

A.A. Awesome arsonists awake,
Come fry its Friday,
Do you have a light boy,
Goodbye dear friends,
It was a pleasure to burn.



Last line was the opening line to Ray Bradbury Fahrenheit 451.
A book which is still on, my to read list.
Two songs also came to mind while writing this.
The crazy world of Arthur brown’s Fire.
Firestarter by the Prodigy.
The book Firestarter by Stephen King is well worth a read.
 
24/02/2026 rog leach

lonely hunger.

Q242 Hunger Makes the Best of Poetry

A Lonely hunger.
#quadrille, #dversepoetspub

I hunger for sunsets,
Beach sunsets fire lit.

The gnawing emptiness,
Of beach sunrise alone and cold,
Grey and hollowed out.

Good companionship missing,
As sunsets again,
Over the remains of my heart.

I hunger to walk hand in hand,
Into the setting sun.

© 23/02/2026  rog leach

welcome to my favourite prompt at the #dversepoetrypub quadrille night. what do we hunger for tonight. What a great chose of word for this evening.

SKEDADDLE 2

MTB: Revisiting Cascade Poems

Skedaddle!
(original)
(This was written after my first visit to a greyhound race meeting. Some of the words used are Loosely based on the names of the dogs’ names.)

Vacant tote skedaddles away with loot,
Westfield Eleanor going like a bullet,
Wreck it Rolo ruins his run,
Splaattt.
Winners for your two slippery rascals,
A golden wind blowing for totes.
Bombay puzzle tree felled,
By waste of space on race card 115,
Whoosh,
Romeo Wolfe beating oh so sluggish,
Wiping out the tote’s banter,
Their personal service defunct.
Race course sponsors still believe,
Fabulous glamour still lives on,
Biesterfield Bullet taken out at last,
 Kerblamy
Lemming forced rioting in the stands,
  Future unsure fun memories made.
© 27/05/2024 rog leach

thanks to Merrill @#dversepoetspub we are writing cascade poems this evening. As you can see i have transformed an old poem into this form. i thought it would suit this poem.

Skedaddle!
(In Cascade form)

Vacant tote skedaddles away with loot,
Westfield Eleanor going like a bullet,
Wreck it Rolo ruins his run,
Splaattt.

 Winners for your two slippery rascals,
A golden wind blowing for totes.
Vacant tote skedaddles away with loot.

Race course sponsors still believe,
Fabulous glamour still lives on with,
Westfield Eleanor going like a bullet.

Bombay puzzle tree felled,
By waste of space on race card 115,
Whoosh,
Wreck it Rolo ruins his run.

Biesterfield Bullet taken out at last Kerblamy
Lemming forced rioting in the stands,
Splaattt.
© 05/02/2026 rog leach