The rioters and I. we go in different directions down the imperturbable street.

but we want the same things peace,calm and love .

The rioters and I ,we agree that the old ways are wrong and no longer fit. They want to smash, break and burn. Me a hater of violence does not want the old ways turned into martyrs but into lessons on how not to from history.

The rioters and I we agree that we are of one spiecies. We have diferent ways and diferent backgrounds. But one day we will find one calm, one love and one peace. where we can all live in peace as one down this imperturbable street.

The street will never be the same ,only better I hope! No more the rioters and I just love and peace.

when the old ways are no more, relegated into history.

written for the dverse prose prompt using


I theif stole a calender He only got 12 months Boom boom

SWAGGER STICK(no to war).

#contentious # poems Swagger stick Handing out fear from their hand The hand holding the swagger stick Swagger stick used to abuse the unwilling Abused by swagger stick to make them willing No to war! Killed by the unwilling For the benefit of bullies……. Swagger stick just a symbol of the bully A symbol of … Continue reading SWAGGER STICK(no to war).

cursive pain

Flowing snake’s coil Touch my exposed calf Making me forget the pain In my weeping heart The cursive fear of snakes Briefly touches my heart Forcing me to forget The pain you left behind The cursive pain of your death May touch my heart But I will never forget The love you showed the world … Continue reading cursive pain

CHAPTER 1. Loomings

Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation.

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.



      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.

this is one of the first things i posted on my page and it seems to fit my mood for today. sorry if it is a bit dark for anyone.

SWAGGER STICK(no to war).

#contentious # poems

Swagger stick

Handing out fear from their hand

The hand holding the swagger stick

Swagger stick used to abuse the unwilling

Abused by swagger stick to make them willing

No to war! Killed by the unwilling

For the benefit of bullies…….

Swagger stick just a symbol of the bully

A symbol of divide and conquer

Snapping the stick a must..NO TO WAR

Coming together saying no to war. Snap the swagger stick

The hatred induced with fear

By the frightful swagger stick

So prized by the inbreed bigots and bullies

Feared by their unwilling and bullied cannon fodder

The unwilling common man smashed in the face

With the sergeant’s swagger stick

To make his unwilling cannon fodder

kill for his will

For his Eton boys club freedom

Why should the unwilling and enslaved fight?

For the freedom of the inbreed bigots of Eton boys club

They own the swagger stick and it’s freedom

Given to all who start wars.

The swagger stick snapped into many.

Set in resin and framed to show the future

How not to bully and enslave others

To fight and die for the benefit of the inbreed bigoted  warmongers.

© rog leach July 2020



Empty working out

No creativity. Empty art.          

No original thought. Empty mind.

No meaning of life. Empty music.                

No depth of heart. Empty poetry.                 

No flowers to smell. Empty garden.

No nutrients. Empty satisfaction.

No interests. Empty personality.

No connection. Empty friendship.      

No sparkle. Empty eyes. 

No family. Empty life.              

No motivation. Empty spirit

No feeling. Empty crocodile tears.

No knowledge. Empty wisdom.                    

No love. Empty heart.     

No passion. Empty anger.                   

No demons. Empty fear.

No family. Empty life.

No respect for history. Empty generation.

No money. Empty control.

No control. Empty money.

No politicians. Empty empires.

No empires. Empty hatred.

No hatred. A WORLD FULL OF LOVE!!!

© 24/7/2020 ROGLEACH

Lonesome fireside

Lockdown brought me our heŕe

Alone to the fireside

Popping knots keeping me company

Many words wanting to be shared

At the lonesome lockdown fireside

Lockdown keeping listerners ears away from the fireside

Dancing flames teasing my

Imagination with the shadows it throws

Only shared when i get screenside

Dverse poets all a screen away

Me wishing you were all here fireside.

#poetry #hiaku

Seashore holidays

Buckets, spades, castle

Toes plunged into salt brine

Eating sand sandwiches

Eve dinning on fish and chips.

child sings all the way home..

Rockpools full of crab

Caravans, mud, puddles splashing

Rainy seaside stay

Lobster pots quayside

Fisherman’s living all dead

Sea food forgotten

Manmade Treacherous waters

Deposit plastic waste.

(c) 21/7/2020 rog leach

#Tanka, #poetry, # Haiku


Silvery face smiles

Down from full moon

Her spirituality lost on me

Moonbeams sent

Down to lift my mood

But her cratered face

Saddens my heart

But with her

I sleep not alone.

Shinning crescent

A sideways smile

Smirking at my efforts

To capture her moonbeams

In the jar of my words

As I listen to the tides

She shares to sooth my mind.

© 19th June 2020 rog leach

written for dverse prompt below


I lick this the first sunbeam

To reach this rusty planet surface

Liquid water again now falls as rain

Rain not seen in two millennia

Since my creators evaporated

In the heat he created

I have had to cherish the darkness

But now the sunshine is back

Us the surviving machines of man

Can tidy up the rusty mess he left

Here and now we will cherish the home

Man did not

Waiting for what comes next

17/6/2020 rogleach

written for ragtag prompt RDP Cherish