man up #quadrille

Quadrille #235 Take Your Poem for a Whirl Around the Block

Man up.
#manup

My mind whirls like van cough’s stars,
Tired, tired mind swirls and twirls,
Trying to get a grip,
Man up.


My emotions swirl around my heart,
Tired, tired heart breaking,
Trying to get a grip.
Man up.


No, I won’t man up,
Pain released.

© 04/11/2025 rog leach

dark night #qudrille

Quadrille #234: A Sparkler of a Day

Dark tonight.
#quadrille, #dversepoetrypub

 Stars tonight’s sparklers,
Laying in my heart’s darkness,
 Hearing her singing our love.

Our sparklers my only light,
Her ghost’s bearing here,
Keeping me company.

My sparkle leaving,
 No live since her leaving,
Our Tomb of memories,
 All that is left.
I join her.


© 20/10/2025 rog leach

Its quadrille night here at #dverspoetrypub. happy Diwali to all who celebrate.

boombastic#q233

Quadrille #233: Bring on the Boo!




Boombastic!

Booked?
What?

Boogieman tours of London,
Why?

Boo factor, of course!
When?

Booming our deathly anniversary,
Oooh obviously.

Ghosts of London are we,
Joining the living,
Boombastic booing to,
Scare them witless.


Bamboozling the locals,
With our whistles,
Groans and moans,
Never ending.
BOO!
06/10/2025 rog leach

Thanks to all you spooky crowd at #dversepoetrypub for a fun prompt.

acorn #haiubun.

Haibun: “The Fall of the Leaf”

Fall #haibun.

Who remembers the story of chicken licken and the sky falling on his head

The number of acorns this year is just amazing. I cannot recall having seen so many in a single season. Dry as it has been since early spring the local oak trees have been in good order. But when winter finally falls I do wonder how many will survive any winter storms we get this year.

Crunching over acorns,

Blanketing local footpaths,

Oaks saying goodnight.

thanks mish for this evening’s haibun prompt @ #dversepoets.pub

petals #Quadrille.

Peonies? Lily-of-the-Valley? Pick your posey!

Petals. #quadrille

^My heart yearns,
For that first touch.
 Petals dropped,
That autumn,
Back when,
 Way back when.
The memory of her,
Drifting in the smoke,
The smoky distant,
Past Of my youth. 
Fire side in the woods,
Where we both,
Dropped our petals,
Of innocents.

© rog leach 22/09/2025

Hello all its quadrille Monday again my favourite of the sessions at #dversepoetspub. I just cannot resist dropping by and sharing with you. This evening with Lillian’s prompt my mind drifted back way back.