Frustration#Pantoun

MTB: Repeating Lines in Pantoum Form

tonight @ #dversepoetspub we are writing Pantoun poems which have a certain pattern of repeating lines. this was suggested by Merril as their prompt for hasting tonight’s meeting the bar.

Frustration. #Pantoun

Frustration grips my mind,
Dragging me down into darkness,
Willingly trying to find,
My way out of this blackness.

Dragging me down into darkness,
A lack of opportunity persists,
My way out of the blackness,
Is to hang on in there and resist.

A lack of opportunity persists,
My minds way of fighting,
Is to hang on in there and resist.
While I keep on writing.

My minds always fighting,
Willingly trying to find,
A way to keep me writing,
While, Frustration grips my mind.

© 18/04/2024 rog leach

Last Friday

Quadrille #199: T.G.I.F.

Last Friday! #Q199

It’s Friday, nuclear Friday,
Our last party night,
let’s party with a bang.

Falling out, party killers,
Genocide immanent,
 Humanities last party. 

Party popper, night shouter,
Mushroom clouds, sanity eaters,
Celebrating death!

Last Friday, last Friday,
No more Mondays, horary!
This party is over.

© 15/04/2024 rog leach

It’s Quadrille Monday @ #dversepoetspub thanks for the friday feelings.

night sky

Stepping Out of this World!

Kulmhotel Garnergrat observatory. Switzerland at an altitude of 10,171 feet

Stepping out.

Stepping out, stepping out hell yeah,
From mountain top, leaving my body behind,
Tibetan Buddhist burial feeding the condors.

Floating away, floating away,
Away, away into the nebula,
Becoming one, one with another planet.

Becoming a god hell no, guardian?
Spreading love of a new beginning,
Tibetan Buddhist burial feeding the universe.

© 02/04/2024 rog leach

Thanks Lillian for tonight's #dversepoetspub prompt. where she has inspired us to write about a choice of pictures taken by astronomer John Mckavener.

contour #quadrille

dVerse — Quadrille Monday #198 — Fuzzy Frameworks

here we are again at the #dversepoetspub heading around the CONTOURS of this great fun poetry form.

Contour #quadrille.

Walking towards death,
Choose wisely what,
you leave behind.

Quadrilles, limericks, tankas, sonnets or haikus.

Monday mornings contours,
Sheer faced treachery of work,
Until time to sit and put pen to paper.

With Green clouds Celicta,
Playing on the headphones,
Monday over #Quadrille written.

© 01/04/2024 rog leach

Where and when

Buildings

thanks Kim for a fun prompt this evening at #dversepoetspub.

where we have been inspired to write about buildings we love by a a poem calle “yhe Building” by Philip Larkin.

Where is this?

Underage and dressed to the nines,
Friends, friends, friends whishing,
They were me, invited out,
Sweet dreams (Eurythmics.)

Loving life, strutting my stuff,
Past the blood bank,
bright lights calling, adrenalin rush.
Saturday night fever (Bee Gees).

Past gorillas, entrance fee paid,
Coat room ticket into pocket,
Excepted into inner sanctum.
Purple rain, purple rain. (Prince).

Past swirling bodies, aroused,
Dance floor bouncing, music up to loud,
Night club virginity lost; dancing shoes found.
Close to the edit (art of noise).

© 26/03/2024 rog leach