Destiny Tracked #qudrille.
#Quadrille, #dverse,
I tracked my Destiny,
She left without me,
At 6.30am.
I lost my Destiny,
I left her behind,
Unable to keep her afloat.
My heart home sick,
Totally off its tracks,
Until we met again.
At the boat yard,
Where Destiny gets sailed again.
© 03/10/2022 rog leach
As inspired by the song called Dignity by Deacon Blue. which I heard on the radio this morning at work for the first time in many a year.
Thank you, Xenia Tran, for hosting tonight @ #dverse. and prompting us to write a September haibun .
Conkers bonkers!
Across the moor to fun,
Children laughing kicking leaves,
Filling parent’s pockets with horse chestnut.
Grandparents enjoying their company.
Hot chocolate with marshmallows,
Watching conker championships,
(An English game played with horse chestnuts threaded onto string).
Craft filled tents selling their wares.
Back to grandparents’ home,
To find exploded jacket potatoes,
All over grandad’s oven,
Never forgotten for ten years and beyond.
One conker now tree,
Growing in my garden lawn,
Living reminder.
© 26/09/2022 rog leach
hello #Dversepoetpub visitors, tonight at the pub Laura was going two by two to the bar.
So we are writing in couplets, I have chosen to go with cote version.
Using the form to describe the duplicity of the class system here in England and other places around the world.
nine #cotes.
Demands,
Unreasonable time requests, expected.
Impossible,
Tasks’ completion expected, NOW.
Respect,
Expected due to birth right, never given.
Demands,
A classless society badly required.
Impossible,
While hereditary titles remain legal.
Respect,
Not given to hereditary title holders.
Demands,
Of love must succeed over hatred.
Impossible,
While greed and fear rule society.
Respect,
Given freely to those with love in their hearts.
© 22/09/2022 rog leach
Spiced #dverse.
Fifth November (a traditional English rhyme- 17th century)
(First verse)
Remember, remember the 5th of November,
Gunpowder treason and plot,
I see no reason why gunpowder treason,
Should ever be forgot.
Thanks, Merril for tonight’s spiced prompt at #dversepoetspub.
The above verse is what came to mind when I read the spiced prompt from #dverse this evening and thought of cinnamon spiced baked apples served with vanilla custard on bonfire night. Here in England, we celebrate the capture of Guy Fawkes on the 5th November 1605 when he was part of a plot to blow up the parliament of king James the 1st.
cinnamon apple.
Served with vanilla custard,
Piping hot comfort.
We celebrate this with fireworks due to the gunpowder used in the attempt. A stuffed effigy of Guy Fawkes is burnt on a bonfire during the evening as the Guy Fawkes was burnt as part of his punishment. The effigies were once pushed through the streets in prams with the children calling “ a penny for the guy”.
Saffron yellow smoke,
Drift from fireworks into night,
Childhood memories.
© 20/09/2022 rog leach
Here we are at #dversepoetspub punching our way to #quadrille160. Thank you, De, for the prompt.
Punch drunk #quadrille.
Punch drunk workers lacking life’s respect,
Punch drunk workers lacking life’s love,
Punch drunk workers lacking life’s quality,
Punch drunk workers lacking life’s satisfaction.
Working poet showing grafters respect,
Working poet showing grafters love,
Poetry showing grafters quality of life
This poet gains satisfaction.
#Quadrille, #dverse.
©19/09/2022 rog leach
perspective poetry 
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