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

ENDING #dverse, #poem

Thanks Laura for quite the challenging prompt.

#dverse.

Since we did fallout, our friendship did end,

There’s no more to share, we did share too much,

No one else at fault, but our own weak wills,

Help losing our inhibitions, we should not have indulged.

Come drop our regrets, our friendship too passionate,

Let love be love, forsaking only sweat memories,

Us who once were, friends of deep connection,

Kiss leading beyond boundaries, lust taking us beyond.

And then friendship failed, broken connections with physicality,

Part of our relationship, will live forever within my heart.

© 25/08/2022 rog leach

Based on the line “Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part.”

From the poem Idea 61 by Michael Drayton

Litter bug

thank you Anne Montgomery @ #dversepoetrypub for one hell of a challenge to write Gnomic poetry. here is my first attempt. if i am not there let me know, how else will I learn.

poisoned home

Litter bugs!

To litter on your own doorstep,

Is to poison your child’s home,

Teaching your offspring self-harm,

Matriarch, patriarch it does not matter,

If we teach asphyxia to our young.


To litter a neighbour’s doorstep,

Is to poison their children’s home,

Teaching our neighbours of our ignorance,

African, European, Asian, South American it does not matter,

If we teach polluting to our neighbours.

Please do not litter,

The planet will not get up,

An 8th time.

© 16/06/2022 Rog leach  

Browser #Qudrille153

Thanks Linda for this evenings Quadrille prompt.

It seemed appropriate for my subject matter to write this with pad and pen.

hand written working out

Browse the browser.

#quadrille152.

Browse the browser if you dare.

What will you find dear poets?

Verses filled with abundant emotions!

Browse the browser if you dare.

What will you find dear readers?

Stories filled with ambiguous morals!

Browse the browser if you dare!

Not all is honest!

© 30/05/2022 rogleach

DIDN’T GET

Thanks grace for hosting https://dversepoets.com/2022/05/26/openlinknight-317/ at #dversepoets pub this evening. this took me a while to chose one from a collection I have called Perspective. I wish to try and get it published as I cannot afford to self publish I am looking at the traditional route. there are others from the collection already on my blog page.

life reflection

I DIDN’T GET THE VIOLENCE,

FOR ITS OWN SAKE,

I DIDN’T GET SOCIETY,

FOR OTHER’S SAKE,

I DIDN’T GET KILLING,

FOR MURDERS SAKE,

I DIDN’T HAVE KIDS,

FOR THE SAKE OF HAVING KIDS,

I DIDN’T BUY AN EDUCATED MIND ,

JUST TO MAKE IT FIT,

I DIDN’T GET THAT WE ALL JUST ARE,

OF THE SAME MOULD,

I DIDN’T GET THAT WE ARE ALL,

NOT ETERNAL,

I DIDN’T GET THAT WE ALL 

GET JUST ONE LIFE EACH,

I WAS NEVER HEARD WHEN I SPOKE

I WAS NEVER SEEN WHEN I ACTED,

I WAS NEVER COMFORTED WHEN MY HEART WAS BROKEN,

SO, I AM NO LONGER HERE ON YOUR EARTH,

I DIDN’T GET IT WHEN MY WINGS WERE BURNT,

AN ANGEL NO LONGER,

I DIDN’T GET WHY I WAVED MY IMAGERY FRIEND GOODBYE,

I DIDN’T GET MY MIND GOING ADRIFT………………………………………… 

© 2018 rogleach appears in PERSPSTIVE.