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.

Predicted

#Wordal514

#poem

I scry what my heart desires,

Mary stands at avenues funnel end,

Her common sense tells her heart

Not to fall and decry my scry,

Still years later when my

scry comes to pass,

I still see her in the frame

for my crime of loving her.

My heart may mend,

If see starts to accept,

That which I predicted,

Of her death at the hand of another.

© rogleach 15/8/2021

#Coffeepoem

#poem

Here i sit coffee in front of me.

People watching going from A to B

The wigged golden oldy eating porridge from a jam jar

The teenager girls with their war paint on

The mums with love in their eyes for their children

The war veteran being ignored in the corner

wanting someone to love

Humanity one and all what do you see when you have your coffee?

children. Our next gen.

Will we teach them to love or to war?

this draft (c) 13/8/21

WHERE!

we were asked at the #dverse poets pub tonight to imagine being outside looking into a house of our choice. To start with I felt a bit like a stalker. but then wondered what i would see if i witnessed, well i will lett the poem do the showing.

https://dversepoets.com/2021/08/10/poetics-outside-looking-in/

where’s the door knob

WHERE!

Where do I enter this house of love?

          I feel the love coming from this place,

                    Mixed love and pain why?

                              I knew this house with no door knob!

I feel the love coming from this place,

          Love and peace for all emanates,

                    From these very walls.

                              I once knew.

Mixed love and pain why?

          Heartache and loss, hurt and grief,

                    I knew those in grief and loss.

                              Love and peace I project.

I knew this house with no door knob,

          It was once my home full of love,

                    Now I watch as my family say goodbye,

                              To me myself and I.

© 10/08/21 rog leach