the very first piece I ever read aloud in public
Visit to where I once belonged
Dust thick without age
Gloom where once was light
Bone white death where once I had life
Last of my kind when once I was many
Radioactive fallout killed once already
The need for money lost on me now
Mushroom cloud took that with my life
Man grew up in a flash
Now he is dead!!
I no longer want/need my old dancing shoes
They were sold to the board of common sense.
When dancing became the latest taboo.
I no longer want/need my old pint glass
I smashed it with the bible of insanity
Sobriety the only insanity not now the latest taboo.
My coffee cup now grows a green fur coat
Caffeine highs only now for the ruling classes
Thinking now taboo for the lower classes
My guitar hero now hangs by his ankles
His double ankle noose wanted/needed by the caffeinated class
As the music of happiness now the latest taboo
I want/need my old life back
When thinking for myself was all the fun I needed/wanted
Let’s have the power crazed caffeine fuelled added to the list of the latest TABOO
Corona the goddess of social media,
Corona stirs up her pilgrims,
Her pilgrims stir in fear,
Social media her many agitating implements,
Coronas pilgrims panic buying everything,
Stirred up by her social media,
I am no Corona pilgrim
Living outside her social media box.
© 9/3/2020 r leach
Hello dVerse poets!
Recently a dear friend told me that her life feels like an onion. Just when she thinks her world has become fairly intact again, another layer loosens and breaks away, exposing a new challenge to face. I thought it was an effective analogy. Darn, life is hard sometimes isn’t it? These “peelings” can leave us scarred but can also open us up to reveal the fibers of our being we didn’t know existed inside of us.
Today I offer you the word “peel” to include in your quadrille.
You may use it as a noun or a verb or play with it as a derivative….peelable, unpeelable. unpeeled.
You can “peel off” or “peel out”.
Are you a “peeler”? Do you save your peelings or throw them away?
So let’s get to it! No reason to sit back and watch the paint peel…hmm…or maybe that…
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Tears peel from my eyes
As I strip the onions
Out of their papery skins
Ready for salty bath time
Prepped for the vinegar
Hiding in the cool darkness
Three months until edible treats
Until served with cheese
Pickled onions tickle my taste buds.
© rog leach 24/2/2020
Bless the blackness of my love,
Sing of the love in my black heart,
My rock and roll life darkens my view,
Of my wife’s wonderful words,
Throttled by my drugs,
Drowned in my booze,
Extinguishing a million candles
One by one by one.
Black on white your view says,
White on black says your word,
But your lack of grey,
Steals away my life’s’ motivation,
Over complication of darkened thoughts,
Cloud your true thoughts,
Like flocks of paper planes adrift,
In the true-blue sky of my mind,
Dreaming of surfing the flesh,
Of the groupie’s ample chest,
Like all rock stars before me,
Here I sit alone in the dark,
Too much love to live,
Too little to thrive,
Not a dribble in the midmost.
© rog leach