33 gate crash

turn it down

Thirty-three Gatecrash.

A scold of Jays sings along,

To spinning vinyl,

Heart thumping like,

A bass drums beat,

Getting me dancing again.

A murder of Crow’s jolts,

My memory of lost loves,

Long forgotten parties,

Dancing to chilled tunes,

Barefoot in the grass.

 A Parliament of rook’s jive in,

Breaking my dreams of revolution,

Turning in my brain,

To Reggae, rock, Luna harp,

 And beyond at 33 RPM.

A mischief of magpies cavorts,

And swirl around, in their.

Black and blue.

To sixties revolving 45’s’,

Enticing all to dance the twist,

At 33RPM.

A clattering of Jackdaws swoop,

In to gate crash my sound system,

Leaving once revolutionary,

Vinyl’s broken and scratched,

Never to party again.

© 20/06/2022  Rogleach

Perspective introduction.


(Hello dear poets)

You, poetry are my sneaky pint,

after work on the production line,

poems are My porn website visits,

 after the wife is asleep.

Poetry My quick shrewd cuddle,

 with the office girl.

Poetry A dirty covert fetish,

 my wife does not share.

Creativity my wife’s dirty word,

  I live in a world of darkness were my poetry,

Is not known so I share here for you all.

My personality on view in my verse shared below.

My favoured poem goes,

I want the darkness,

I crave the darkness,

I’m addicted to the darkness,

Darkness my drug, my poison, my friend,

One day I may overdose, to find my perfect dark poem,

Where I shall reside forever and a day.

© second draft 27/06/2022 rog leach

Ekphrastic beach. #poem

Tonight’s’ prompt has me wishing for the beach on a summer night, star gazing.

Tonight Merril @dversepub chose to have a summer Ekphrastic evening. I have chosen two prompts from her choices a picture titled Summer Day and a line from the poem “summer stars” by Carl Sandburg both included in this post.


“Bend low again, night of summer stars.
So near you are, sky of summer stars,
*So near, a long-arm man can pick off stars,*
Pick off what he wants in the sky bowl,
So near you are, summer stars,
So near, strumming, strumming,
So lazy and hum-strumming.”

Carl Sandburg, “Summer Stars”

summer day, Brighton beach by Edward Henry Potthast .

So now forever.

I dream of stargazing to the sound of waves,

*So, near a long-arm man can pick off stars*

Tomorrow midnight we shall meet again,

On the beach of my childhood,

Where I once paddled in waves with friends,

Where I once breakfasted with siblings,

Where once you left me Starlorn,

With your absence at 4am sunrise,

Now we shall sleep together forever,

Dear Orion my first love,

Tomorrow, I join you,

As I leave this,

Mortal sphere.

  • *From “summer stars by Carl Sandburg” * shown above.

© 07/06/2022 rog leach

Seashore memories #poetry

star fish

Seashore memories.

Walking Beach under Moon.

Light sand under foot.

Hunting under star,

Fish in rock pools swim.

Goodnight to the sun,

Burn of saltwater stings eyes.

Lovers embrace under moon,

Walk towards shared memories.

© 17/05/2022 rog leach

This evening at #dversepoetspub Lillian has us using compound words. (two words put together to make a single word). i have split some from the list given as requested but added some others.