Lost Children #darkside.

written for the monday prosery promt today at #dversepotepub.

we have been invited to use the line “i dress in their stories patterned and purple as night” from Kimberly Bleaser’s poem “where we sing of might”. this got me thinking about the John Lennon song Imagine.

our lost children

“I dress in their stories patterned and purple as night.” As I mourn the lost children of the world.

         From the street children of India to the missing, stolen, sold children of the down trodden and refugee children from war. Why do we call ourselves civilised when we allow the psychopathic leaders of the world to as they want?

         The pattern of all child abuse should not be allowed where ever you live in the world or determine if get educated.

         John Lennon sang “imagine all the people living in peace.”

                 And “imagine there are no countries”.

         His words of wisdom I believe could help cure our uncivilised approach to society. To cure our home, we need to take out the rot that has set into humanities leadership. Treating us all equally makes us and our home more civilised.

© 06/12/2021 rogleach

Lifted Fragments #poetry

written for #dverse this thusday evening where we are discussing fragmented poetry.

note book number2

Lifted fragment

From notebook number 2

Note book number 2,

Contains doomed,

Vibes.

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2)

Broken glass houses,

Of Kew,

Once an oasis.

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3)

Marauding madness,

Makes me meander,

Hysterically.

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4)

Words float on,

Tunnel walls like,

A spoken conversation,

In a silent library.

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5)

My pleasant demure,

Devoured with desires,

With no destination.

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6)

Rejected by the,

System,

For just being me!

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© compiled 02/12/2021 from the second note book of rogleach

Cheers Bjorn.

Over at Dverse tonight we ae saying a HUGH thank you to Bjorn for his efforts over the years at #Dverse poets pub. we are to include a line from ABBA,s Dancing queen. i have gone with the line “leave ’em burning and then your gone.”

Dear Draco,

“leave ‘em burning and then your gone”.

Leaving your rivals out in the morning sun.

Just to woo me and win my hand.

So together we will “leave ‘em burning then you’re gone”

with me. My king off darkness

bathing in your sea of blood

sharing your sea of blood for eternity.

Your Dancing Queen

Persephone.

© 30/11/2021 rogleach