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
silent heart
Silent heart.#quadrille, #dversepoetspub.Worn out and tattered,Emptied and used,Abused.Dilapidation set in long ago,Threadbare and scuffed,Molested.Quietly hoping and praying,Silent heart still beats,Battered.Silence it’s shield,Protection from over loving,Surviving.Worn out and tattered,Emptied and used,Abused silent heart.© 23/03/2026 rog leach Thanks Lillian for such a provocative word for toady Quadrille for tonight’s season at the @#dversepoetspub.
Revolution #quadrille.
REVOLUTION. #QUADRILLE#revolutionTormented yes, living somebody else’s dream,Bullied into dying for psychopath’s dream.Why give psychopaths ruling power!Love thy neighbours, till psychopath,Orders you to destroy another’s home.Revolution time, no more nations,No more reasons for war,Transform our thinking.LET’S END BLOODSHED!© 17/04/2023 rog leach
Bat Twitch #quadrille.
Bat twitch.#quadrille.The art of the darkness,Twitches, shudders,That splash of neon light.Alive in the blackness,Demanding Needs,That splash of neon light.Reaching from the darkness,This frantic bat,Twitching in pink neon.Trying to fill this void,Opaque Blackness,Dressed up as neon.Feb 2026Rog leach
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.
perspective poetry 
It is best without the rioters.
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I hope we have calm streets and a better world, too. Thanks for joining in!
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May your wish for calm streets and a better world come to pass!
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Peaceful protests every time – safer and more effective.
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That is a beautiful dream…we need to work hard to achieve it. (K)
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Nice blog
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Thank you
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