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,
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.
© rog leach 24/08/2026
thanks #dversepoetrypub for another great quadrille prompt.
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
double whammy because I’m writing to two prompts, one word challenge from fandangos page #FOWC to include the word unclear. and #dversepoetrypub have prompted us all to write a #quadrille to include the word jump.
Unclear Quadrille.
#FOWC, #Dversepoetrypub, #quadrille
Sat watching the darkness,
My mind unclear, foggy.
My top floor window,
brightly lit from behind,
making the darkness deeper,
inviting me to JUMP.
Sat watching the darkness,
My mind unclear, foggy.
A switch flicks off,
From somewhere behind me,
The moons smile defogs.
© rog leach 10/08/2026
Bucket confessions.
#bucketofwords
We the gnashing bucket fans,
Tattooed on my ass,
We have to agree to disagree.
On the go to the empty gravestones,
Encased in the fog of memories’
A treat for yourself, strange yes,
Only you, in three simple ways.
Our own bigoted and oppressive mindset,
Ignorance showing, blue hazed and filthy
Deep end darkness falls across the land,
Doing the disgustingly wicked.
Shocking, I was an awkward youth,
Failing at every hurdle,
Apologies not accepted
Screaming this is nuts,
As I walk away on aching knees,
Down the avenue of memory.
©July 2026.
one of the many things I do is poetry workshops at local art fairs.
Where me and two others get visitors to our little poetry corner to write poems.
the we have a bright orange bucket, the bucket of words.
Which contains slithers of paper from many sources.
Magazines, pamphlets, song lyrics, printed poems including some of mine and many others.
our visitors get to rearrange these cut out words and phrases to create their poems.
I did pinch the idea from David Bowie. can anyone spot the lyric from Michael Jacksons Thriller?
Care free.
#dversepoetrypub, #slowlane,
The care free life,
Join The Jibber jabber free,
The snail way home,
Free way of living.
Free living your way,
City jibber jabber gone,
Care free and happy.
Carrying your home wherever,
You go whenever, Always Free.
Slow, steady, ready,
Peace, quiet found.
© 27/07/2026 rog leach
Glad to be back to #dversepoetrypub writing quadrilles again .
perspective poetry 
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