Dome life #prosery

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Here we are again out, out at the #dverse poets pub planning on using the line “I’d like too, to plant the alyssum that smell like honey and peace.” from Kathrine Riegel’s poem “what I would like to grow in my garden.”

DOME LIFE!

 Sitting under my grandfather’s dome. The last remaining intact here on the sea of tranquillity. Tending the garden since the others died. My grandfather keeps me company. The last of our kind since natures war. Mother nature took her planet back.

 My grandparents and four other couples settled this Luna base 75 years ago. Grandfathers garden planted to maintain the dome’s oxygen and feed the residence. Inspired by a carpet of snow like flowers in his grandmother’s garden.

He regularly say’s “I’d like, too, to plant the alyssum that smell like honey and peace my grandmother once did.”

“What does honey smell like?” I ask him.

“You know we cannot grow anything now, dear one for you to find out.”

“I still cannot believe this will never be.  This My heart breaks grandfather!”

“We died with the rest of humanity in natures war Alyssum.”

© 12/09/2022 rog leach

My choice #mychoice

Hello all how are we this evening? tonight at #dversepoets pub we are discussing choice.

I have gone for the kind of choice that most people have a had time with. But one I believe needs to be discussed with our loved ones.

thank you Grace and Christopher for a grand choice of word.

My choice!

Tis my choice,

when the end is nigh,

A clinic in Switzerland?

A leap from a bridge?

Help from a loved one?

Whichever is the fastest please.

We call ourselves humane,

When we put pets out of their pain,

But our family and friends,

We make to suffer,

Whose choice, is it?

When the time comes.

Why is it so hard for those,

Who love us to let,

Our suffering ends?

If at my end, I am of sound mind,

It will my choice,

To be euthanized.

why is it illegal?

If I no longer want to suffer,

That I cannot ask such a thing.

my choice which one

© 30/08/2022 Rog Leach

End of Days

#calltorevolution.

hi #dversepoetspub here is my choice for tonight’s open link.

Cold cold cold

END OF DAYS!!

coming at Ya like a train out of the dark,

Da, Da, Dom. Da, Da, Dom

Fuel prices rise up,                              Death by deprivation,

Vulnerable people dead,                      Billionaires drain society,

License to murder.                               Cold and old dying.

COLD. DEATHS>


Physco leaders reap,                            Fuel prices rise up,

Billionaires drain society,                    Wealth grabbing fuel suppler,

Families crushed.                                 Killed for wealth.

WAR! betrayed families.

Da, Da, Dom.


Idiots follow nations,                           Weapon dealers sell,

Illegal wars sanctioned,                       Vulnerable people dead,

By greedy hawkers.                             Families crushed.

Da, Da, DOM


Weapon dealers sell,                            Physco leaders reap,

Your Decency beheaded,                     Illegal wars sanctioned,

Killed for wealth.                                 By greedy hawkers.

Betrayed! LIES! not


Death by deprivation,                          Idiots follow nations,

Wealth grabbing fuel suppler,              Your Decency beheaded,

Cold and old dying.                             License to murder.

LIES! not Betrayal! YES

Lies and betrayals,                               politicians lie,

Of scumbags and politicians,                         to subjugate populace,

Never believe them.                             Causing panicked riots.

Betrayed.                                             Fooled.

Da, da, da Dom.


Their truth never existed,               Lies and betrayals,

Construct of greedy man,           To, divide and conquer,

Fools following scumbags,                            Never believe them.

And Lies.                                             Wars follow.

Da, da, da, Dom


Betrayals and lies,                               their truth never existed,

To subjugate populace,                        To poets and politicians,

Causing panicked riots.                                  Fooling populace.

War created.                              Revolution! Wanted.

Da, Da, da DOM.  Ba, Ba, Bom


Politicians lie,                                      Betrayals and lies

To divide and conquer,                        Construct of greedy man,

Fooling populace.                      Fools following scum bags.

Da, da, da, Dom.  Ba, Ba, Ba, Bomb.


Don’t be fooled by politicians lies and betrayals.

Riots and revolution assured.

Ba, Ba, BA BOOM


© 28/08/2022 1st

© 11/09/2022 final draft

ROG LEACH

Trains , Planes etc #Quadrille

oh de toilet

                                                            #Quadrille.

Cycling Cycles, Skidding Skateboards,

Paper Planes, Trailing Trains,

Crappy Coaches, Automatic Automobile,

Take your pick of travel method.

Trying not to puke on route.

Stinking toilets, poor standard driving,

Midnight hats, early hours piss.

Anything else will do again,

Mega night bus go jump.

© 23/08/2022 rog leach

call of the sea #Dverse

call of the sea

Thank you Sarah at the #dversepub talked about the four elements Earth, Air, Water, Fire. As a pieces I am drawn to the sea.

Call of the sea.

The sea calls me by name,

Pisceans globally,

hear this same call,

the call to leave,

Leave the land,

 To save our seas.

The land discards me,

Taurus bullshit pollutes,

My state of mind,

Pushing, pushing, pushing,

Until my mind boils,

Only the sea can save me.

© 16/08/2022 rog leach