The death of romance.
It came, life did, those dog days
Full of hate, and darkness,
Took romance by the hand,
Escorted her down a dark alley,
Smashed her pretty face in,
With a 14-pound sledge hammer,
Brutal and depraved under,
Midnight moon.
Howling in pain she died.
© rog leach 18/05/2026
Another night out at the pub the #dversepoetspub. another quadrille dragging my darkness out of me and airing it public.
Tag: #poetry
boombastic#q233
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.
RumPus #quadrille
Rumpus #qudrille.
Fully engaged with the who-ha,
Hullabaloo driven at full speed,
Into the peace.
Noise and mischief engulfed,
Feedback whining into my psyche.
The open mic rumpus kicking,
Into beer fuelled ecstasy.
Neighbours grimacing at the clamour,
No music fan among them,
Wanting peace restored.
25/08/2025 rog leach.
Ooh what a wonderful word for a quadrille, thanks kim. here at #dversepoetspub we do like a good play with words.
rat race
Rat race exit.
#quadrille, #beachlife, #dverse
Moonlit beach calls,
Oceanic salt-spray,
Melts tensions, mind altered
Driftwood fire sputters sparks upwards.
Moonlit beach calls,
Waves crashing,
Shifting shingle,
My state of mind settling.
Moonlit beach calls,
Rat race rejected,
Praying at the altar,
No longer chasing own tail.
Moonlit beach calls.
© 21/04/2025 rog leach.
Hooray its quadrille time again. my favourite #dversepoetrypub prompt .
Feathered
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.
perspective poetry 
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