Feathered

Poetics – Monopoly with a Twist

 the feathers in the picture reminded me of this poem I wrote back in January https://pyscopoet.home.blog/2025/01/07/dance-of-feathers/  

Then the Ezra Pound poem " in a station of the metro" inspired this one. with a hint of The Jam down in the tube station at midnight.


Feathered.

Grey feathered vermin’s two-fold existence.
Fed by tourists, despised by locals.

©Rog leach 18/03/2025


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mPuf0T668tE&pp=ygUrdGhlIGphbSBkb3duIGluIHRoZSB0dWJlc3RhdGlvbiBhdCBtaWRuaWdodA%3D%3D

Thank  you Sanaa for a challenging Prompt this evening here @ #dversepoetrypub. Where we are monopoly a poetry twist.

Laughter looters #quadrille

Quadrille #219 – A Poetic Hootenanny

Hooting #quadrille.

Cahoots rally round looting,
The laughter out of the night.

Hoot a nanny hiding,
From leaders demonic speel.

Cahoots rally round looting,
The laughter out of the day.

Politician’s cohorts loot,
The decency out of life.

Cohorts rally looters,
Bringing on war.
Laughter looted.

© rog leach 10/03/2025

#antiwar,  #dverspoetrypub

hello and welcome to De Jackson and her #quadrille prompt here @ #deversepoetspub

historical violent

MTB: The Poetry of Names

Famous spear 
#waltmarie #historicname, #poeticforms,

Historically famous,
 Roger,
Famous for what?
Ink spill,
Throwing spear words,
Err, what?
Blotches of ink all over paper,
Filthy,
With the thoughts 💭 of this,
Writer.

© rog leach 06/03/2025

Hi all ! interest form from the #dversepoets pub this evening.

the madness of march #haibun

Haibun Monday 3-3-25: March Madness

March Madness #haibun.

Winters cold greyness,
Settled in to stay for ever,
Bleakness never ending.

Emerging from winters cold dark grip, life tries to awaken.  My heart yearns for the warmth and young greens of spring. Dashes of yellow shout about what is to come. Daffodils and hazel catkins out.
 	Out for the first open mic of the year and the madness kicks in. Drunk youngsters drowning out calm in their march madness. Fists flying before chairs at the open mic performers. Is it the weather or something manmade? Blue lights ending the night heart stolen by the march madness. 
	
Sunshine 🌞 on Monday,
Skeletal tree shadows reach,
Waiting to bud burst.

© 03/03/2025 rog leach

Soggy 🚴cyclist.

Tuesday Poetics: The Four Elements

Soggy.
#elements, #water, #earth, #fire, #wind.

Double rainbow showing,
Another fake spring?
Indigo dawn teases my aching bones,
Soggy, foggy and down.

Double rainbow showing,
Another storm passing,
Glorious sunset 🌇 teases,
Dry day tomorrow?

Double rainbow showing,
Many more soakings?
Soggy 🚴 cyclist tired,
Enough is enough.

Double rainbow showing,
Summer sunshine wanted,
Ditch the winter soakings.
Ditch the rain filled roads.

Double rainbows showing,
Indigo dawn teasingly,
Whispers nearly there,
Warm and dry ride into work welcomed,
By tired bones and heart.

© 25/02/2025 rog leach

Hello #dversepoetspub readers we have been invited to write a poem about which ever element impacts us. As I commute by cycle water gets me down down with each morning I arrive at work wet and need to change into dry clothes on arrival.