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

future darkness?

Quadrille #202: Hello Darkness

welcome to #quadrille night at #dversepoetspub.

a mural from Leake street tunnel under Waterloo rail station London

Is the future dark?

History claims we once had fresh,
Claims we once had fresh darkness,
We once had fresh darkness to breath,
Once had fresh darkness to breath, yeah right,
Had fresh darkness to breath, yeah right what bollocks,
Too Breath yeah right, what bollocks was history.

© 27/05/2024 rog leach

JILTED!

hello all @ #dversepoetspub this evening I could not leave you all hanging on an evening like this. It is a stunningly warm and pleasant evening here

Jilted!

I wish I could apologise,
For leaving you alone,
If my heart still thumped,
Every beat would beat for you!

I wish I could say sorry,
For leaving waiting on the street corner,
If I could whisper sweet nothings,
You would have received all I had.

I wish I could be forgiven,
For not showing on our first date,
I am sure our loved would have bloomed,
Like the sweet rose bud, it was.

Here with my last breath,
As I die in the driver’s seat,
I wish you better than I,
Just a drunk driver needing,
A touch of liquid courage just to say hello,
To somebody as beautiful as you!

© 14/05/2024 rog leach

Leake Street

dVerse Poetics — Pilgrimage, Wandering, and Walkabout

I have taken a pilgrimage see the Leake street Tunnels under London’s Waterloo rail station that has been on my bucket list since I first heard about them. one of a few places where graffiti art can be legally sprayed here in the UK. the photos below where taken on my visit. they are just a few of those I took.

it has been legal for street artists to leave their mark here since 2008. when Banksy organised an event there. #Banksy , #leakestreet .

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so for tonight’s #dversepoetspub poetics prompt from Lisa. I have used a line from the poem Pilgrimage by Natasha Trethewey. “here the river changed it’s course”.

Leake street.

The tunnels they do beacon,
Painted walls, painted ceilings,
Painted floors, painted railings.

Here the river changed course,
Away from repression of expression,
To its acceptance of the street artist’s ability.

A pilgrimage of art,
To view an ever-changing 300m canvas,
A bastion to art since, 
#Banksy festival 2008.

Take a wander, take a meander,
Through the tunnel of colour,
Stop for a bite, Stop for a pint,
Soak up the atmosphere.
Smell the spray paint, love the artwork. 

© 07/05/2024 rog leach

Q#200 ablaze

Quadrille #200

Q#200 ablaze.


You set my heart ablaze,
Firing up a lust I cannot fight.

My blood is burning,
Firing my desire for your company.

I am craving your heat,
Your warmth within me, driving me mad.

 Cannot get enough of,
Curried goat with rice and peas.

© 29/04/2024 rog leach




Thank you  Mish for such a fun for the 200th #quadrille ' #dversepoetry pub