rainy days

Quadrille #203: Feeling Crabby

welcome back from your summer break dverse poets pub attendees. it is a typical soggy English summer so far here we have had very few warm days. hope you are all having better summer. Crabby is the perfect word for my present frae of mind.

Monday crabbies!

Karen Carpenter sang about rainy days and Mondays!
After today I get what she was singing about.

#Quadrille, #carpenters, #dversepoetspub.


Crabby Monday blues settle,
Rainy day blues drown,
Out my fun day Sunday.

Crabby Monday blues irate,
Rainy day blues overwhelm,
When cooped up with ignorance.

Crabby Monday blues,
Drowning me in rainy days,
Always getting me down.

Nothing left to do but frown.

© 08/07/2024 rog leach

love my place

Quadrille #201: Poems of Place

hi all #quadrille time again at #dversepoetspub.

Love my place. 

Lies meet across office lunch,
Over eyes saying shall we,
Valiantly resisting carnal desire, 
Emails revealing new feelings.

My place? can’t 
Yours? can’t 

Pleasant playtime extended, 
Love, forever lost at home, 
Always required, loneliness abated,
Clandestine affair required, 
Effervescent feelings buried at work.  

© 13/05/2024 rog leach

Crash and burn!

Poetry in Liminal Spaces

https://pyscopoet.home.blog/2024/05/13/love-my-place/ a continuation!!!!

Crash and burn?

Where to crash and burn, burn and then crash!

Hotel corridor? To risky!
To many doors, To many pairs of ears.
stationary cupboard? to fleeting.
	
Where to crash and let desire burn, burn and then crash.

Marital Loneliness calls us to liminal spaces,
Between a need to be desired,
And social morality.

Let’s meet where desire burns and social morality crashes.

Under Covered wooden bridge,
Clandestine affair consummated,
Lies across office lunch made real.

Old relationships crash and burn. Within liminal space.

© 11/06/2024 rog leach

Fig-ment

What do Mark Twain and a Purple Dragon have in Common?

Good evening all. Tonight at #dversepoetypub we are writing #quadrilles including the word figment as in a figment of the imagination. FREAKY!

painted psychedelia on the ceiling of The Leake Steet tunnel under Waterloo Station in London early 2024.

Black Fig-ment!

Black as the night my mood,
72 hours, Sleep deprived,
 Swirls above my head.

Drugged up on being down.
I wonder what the Fig-ment?
When he spoke in my last dream.

Will I ever sleep again,
Under psychedelic painted ceiling,
Never eating Figs again.

© 10/06/2024 rog leach.

skedaddle!

Meet bar soundly with Onomatopoeia

here we are at #dversepoetspub having fun with our silly words thanks Bjorn for this prompt . reminded me of this poet I wrote after my first trip to the dogs as a part of a family gathering.

Skedaddle!
(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,
Wreckit 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,
Blisterfeild Bullet taken out at last,
 Kerblammy
Lemming forced rioting in the stands,
  Future unsure fun memories made.

© 27/05/2024 rog leach