Pocket Awning

Quadrille #257: A Pocket in Your Poems

POCKET!

(the original)

Rain drips from the awning above,

I spy the old pair through the plate glass,

Happy together till their demise,

Their beauty seen as being together,

Something I will never know.

My mind slips as my hand slips,

A knife from my pocket,

Their blood into the rain trickles,

Me, a refugee from the country of rich,

My life, not mine in this your pocket.

This society those elders built stolen,

From those they built it for,

By the corporations of the money hoarders,

Putting everybody alone in their own homes,

For their contradiction of greed.

a bit late to the quadrille party this time @ #dversepoetspub.

Pocket #quadrille.

Standing under as,

Rain drips from awning,

Happy together,

Till their demise,

Their beauty being together,

Something I will never know.

My mind slips, my hand slips,

A knife from my pocket,

These elder’s society stolen,

Alone in their own homes,

Blood trickled rain.

© 06/10/2026 rog leach

Moonlit Hum

Quadrille #256 – Ho-hum, it’s time to Poem

Eastwards across the Lossie towards the East Beach. by Des Colhoun is licensed under CC-BY-SA 2.0

Moonlit Hum #quadrille.

The hum of salt water

Rushing the beach,

Moonshine not only,

By the glass.

The hum of salt water,

Wash down my cheeks,

Moonlit waves,

Rushing the beach.

Moonshine not only,

Reflected in my eyes,

Relief beyond survival,

Better than wine,

By the glass.

Burnt #senyu

Burnt.

#word@thewharf, #senyru, #haiku

Fire of betrayal,

That burnt this heart to cinders,

Still burns with malice!

If I made a list

Quadrille #354: I Protest

the Banksy Tank painted in the Leake street Tunnels under waterloo

a Banksy painting at the Leake street tunnels

If I made a list!

#quadrille

If I made list of things I could protest!

War,

Slavery,

Corruption,

Pollution,

Excess,

And,

And.

It’s a long, long list never ending list (almost)

But who would hear, the politicians?

Direct action protest, does it work?

How about a protest poem? Yes.

thanks #dversepoetrypub for another great quadrille prompt.

Armageddon Orange.

ARMAGEDDON ORANGE!

#wildfires, #hothotsummer

Our road verges reborn, verges reborn,
Cleaned by rain and sunshine,
Birds sing with the joy of rebirth,
Of our clean and pleasant island,
After extra hot summer, after another, after another,
Hot, hot summer.

Armageddon orange skies, Over islands once green
When will they receive their rebirth?
With their own vegetation reinstating,
after extra hot summer, after another, after another,
Hot, hot summer.

How I would loathe to witness
Our green and pleasant island
Under the same Armageddon orange skies.


Do we need to put back the traffic?
On our roads and in our skies,
Polluting skies, seas and land needing to stop.



How I would loathe to witness
Our green and pleasant island
Under the same Armageddon orange skies.


1st © 9/6/2021 rogleach.
2nd © 15/8/2026