Stolen!
#quadrille.
You pinched my heart,
Stole it away on a wave of desire.
You pinched my mind,
Stole it away on a wave of disgust.
You pinched my self-esteem,
Stole it with your ugly charms.
Stolen gun found in hand,
Pinching your life out short.
© rog leach 22/01/2024
Tag: #dversepub
curio-city again.

Tonight we have been prompted at #dversepoetry pub to describe the city in which we live. As I have never lived in a city I had to imagine what it would feel like. the town (not quite a city) Iive in is not really home. my heart is in the country side.
Curio-city. pt1.
What lays beyond that door?
Red on black above shouts curio-city.
Titillates my curiosity that window,
Light shouts curio-city in pink neon!
Compelled to enter curio-city,
Shop of endlessly delightful wonder.
Mr Curio-city taxidermist in residence!
Stuffed poets on pedestals for sale to all!
First draft © rogleach 31/5/2021
Curio-city. Pt2.
What lays beyond those doors?
Off Glass, wood or plastic?
Curio-City no longer has me,
Shopping now of no appeal.
Wonky fields holding appeal,
Over shop doors in sharp concrete walls.
Curio-city shopping a thing of the past,
Not safe for us poets in this city.
Second draft © 16/01/2024 rog leach
dreams of tea
#dverse, #tea, # lemonandginger,

Dreams of tea.
Cast away on island made of cake,
Surrounded by tea lagoons,
Were Biscuit rafts float.
#lagoon of lemon and ginger,
Were honey fish leisurely swim,
This poet slurping away,
Through cinnamon straw.
Dreaming of flagoons of tea,
Good dreams popped by intrusive
Morning alarm.
© 08/01/2024 rog leach
wonderful weirdo.
Wonderful weirdos.
Hello you wonderful weirdos,
I was often instructed to,
“Be good and keep my tongue behind my teeth.”
By the nonweird in the crowd,
Why? To fit with them?
For some odd balls and wierdos,
Fitting in matters, no pain no gain right!
Hello you wonderful wierdos,
Under instruction,
I never said nothing,
To the nonweird in each crowd,
Why? Not to fit with them.
© 02/01/2024 rog leach

written for the doble prompts from #dverse (writing litotes) and #wordatthewharf (good and bad). unsure if they fit but hay ho.
penguin limerick
Penguin a limerick.
There once was a penguin from Lapland,
Who thought his home white and bland,
He ate a big bag of skittles,
Then puked multi coloured spittle.
Now its super bright and grand.
© 12/11/2023 rog leach
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