Thanks Merril for planting this prompt at the dverse poets pub. i hope it germinats into some wonderful quadrilles. #poetry # seedofdoubt

https://dversepoets.com/2021/05/03/quadrille-127-planting-seeds/

Plant your seed of doubt

You planted my seed of doubt

 Which doubt will it grow?

No doubt your seed will grow.

I will not feed your seed

Doubts unwanted in my life

Feed your seed to another greed

To germinate in another’s mind.

#quadrille127

#dversepub

© rogleach 3/35/2021

thanks merril for tonights bridge prompt. another new form for me to play with. Along with the rythm i tried on thursday. posted to late to link for that one. I did better on this one.

By rogleach 27/4/21 #dversepub, #punte, #poetry.

https://dversepoets.com/2021/04/27/poetics-build-a-bridge/

Born on the wrong side,

 In adversities shadow,

Subsisting with the wrong folks,

Only being taught how,

To burn their bridges,

Stopping them crossing.

~The bridge over abject street~

Built to divide humanity,

Keep them in imagined control,

Their wrong interpretations,

Of right from wrong, have and have not

Teach them to share we must,

Born to unite both sides were we poets!!

I sit here next to my lounge window as the sun sets after a hectic day. My mind drifts away from my day’s busy workplace. The orange tinge to the sky helping to relax my tired mind and body.   The birds saying goodnight to us all as I write this. Making me wonder if the morning bird song is the “Dawn Chorus” does that make the bird song at sun set the “Dusk Chorus”?

                                        Birds bellies now full.

                              Goodnight feathered friend’s goodnight.

                                        They sang for supper.

© 26/4/2021 rogleach

https://dversepoets.com/2021/04/26/haibun-monday-4-26-21-the-present-moment/

written for tonights haiburn prompt on dverse hope you all have apleasent evening.

https://dversepoets.com/2021/04/22/mtb-hopscotch-with-anapestic-tetrameter/ https://dversepoets.com/2021/04/29/open-link-night-291/

Soldiers put away your guns,
Terrorists put away your explosives,
Rioters put away your bricks and petrol bombs,
All Gods put away your many books of lies,
Politicians put away your greed and ignorance,
Journalists if you can’t be nice print nothing at all,
Holy preachers put away your hate filled sermons,
Shouters of bullshit put away your bullying,
Hiding in the loud away from the thinkers,
I’m not violent and I’m the radical heathen,

You’re a lady/gent born to a high class,
I work to keep you in the luxury you expect,
And you only know to slag me off,
I use our language in its full even the blue,
Your over sensitive sensibilities incapable to deal with its use,
BUT I’M THE F**!!*G RADICAL HEATHEN,

Soldiers put away your guns,
Terrorists put away your explosives,
Rioters put away your bricks and petrol bombs,
All Gods put away your many books of lies,
Politicians put away your greed and ignorance,
Journalists if you can’t be nice print nothing at all,
Holy preachers put away your hate filled sermons,
Shouters of bullshit put away your bullying,
Hiding in the loud away from the thinkers,
I’m not violent and I’m the radical heathen,


Politicians put away your defective polices,
Cities shoo away your occupants to the country,
Don’t Let your life finish with common sense evaporated,
Media put away your charity images of death and dieses,
Why do you all do such pointless shit for so little reward,
HUMANITY IT IS TIME TO GROW UP,
Because I’m no radical heathen
you and me both of this same humanity.

Merchants stop selling your weapons,

Extremists stop lining the

weapon merchants’ pockets,

Trouble makers stop in sighting the stupid’s,
encouraging them to Riot and loot,
All Gods put away your many books of lies,
Politicians put away your greed and ignorance,
Journalists if you can’t be nice print nothing at all,
Holy preachers put away your hate filled sermons,
Shouters of bullshit put away your bullying,
Hiding in the loud away from the thinkers,
I’m not violent and I’m the radical heathen,

You’re a lady/gent born to the slutty higher classes,
I work to keep you in comfort and fed, My brothers and sisters die in your wars,
And you only know to put me down with your religious view,
I use our language in its full even the foul,
Your over sensitive mind unable to deal with its use,
BUT I’M THE F**!!*G RADICAL HEATHEN,

This is one of my older poems. I had been working on since a conversation at #WordattheWharf my local poetry group. where we had discussed slam poetry at our last zoom meeting.

Thanks for the challenge Bjorn on the #dverse promt. After struggling with the rythm your posted in my understanding this has the rythm after a rewoked it to suit the slam style i was talking about with the guys at #wordsatthewharf. i have more than likely not got it pointers if i have not please!!

i have been struggling to get my head around this ryhtm. since it was posted any pointers would be appreiciated. thanks