Getting caught., BREAKING LOCKDOWN
Here we are behind steamy windows!
Doing the unspeakable naughty,
Breaking taboos of good taste,
Hidden away from the law enforcers,
Behind our vehicle’s steamy windows,
NO body knows what happens here,
Behind these steamy windows,
The cars back seat littered,
with the mess of broken taboos.
The doors swing open,
Law enforcers shouting,
Hands and fore arms
From taboo fast food
Wrappers on backseat
And steamy windows
To prison time for food indecency
But ohhhh so worth it.
© 12/1/2021 rog leach
watching out the window from work today as I sat eating lunch. i saw car parked up outside with the windows steamed up. my imagination took me to this poem of what i thought might be behind those steamed up windows. #lockdownlife
ready for open mic nght(when it happens again)
This pad and pen helps me escape dro the drudgery of factory life.
This pen the key, this pad the door.
Together they are a porthole to anywhere.
Poems of love, hate and hearts lost.
Stories of princesses kidnapped by ogres.
Songs sung by musicians, making the world dance.
Giving words to actors to share on this world’s stages.
Even taking rocket ship rides to worlds unchareted.
Tgis pad and pen can take you anywhere your imagination dare goes.
dVerse — Quadrille 117 — The Dude Abides | dVerse (dversepoets.com)
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No more ghastly plague info,
I can abide it any longer,
This pandemic can go jump,
I tolerate fear no longer,
adding more unease and distrust,
To this world’s cauldron of discontent,
Researchers chasing cure for us,
Vaccination will triumph for all.
30/11/20 rog leach
What is Happiness?
Sunny family seaside trips?
Getting my poetry heard?
Sunshine, sandcastles, seagulls and saltwater?
Even quadrilles on dverse bring happiness
Covid brings darkness and sadness
Against which lightness and happeness
shines mighty bright
Hold onto the light
Darkness never lasts forever!!!!!!!
I am at home in my own head.
My head is where I am always
No one disturbs me once locked down
Its Familiarity and comfort to be home.
Love and peace for those not at home in their own head
Looking forward to the days you are
Imagination the soft furnishings scattered around my every thought.
I am joined occasionlly joined by the voices of my poem pets
Making themselvs at home in my head
Only welcome for a short while
Their forever home out there in other minds
Keeping covid in its cloister
Well away from my home in my head