written for tonights quadrille prompt on https://dversepoets.com/2021/04/19/quadrille-126-come-bother-up-a-poem/
should I bother with working?
should I bother paying rent?
Should I bother with work?
Should I bother with a home?
Does my job bother Mother Nature?
Does my home bother Planet Earth?
Why do I bother working?
Am I toxic to Planet Earth?
#dverse
#quadrille126
© rogleach 19/4/2021
written on 11/5/2020 by me,my two sisters , one of my brothers and Otto my sisters nutty dog. we all have at least one stanza each. this became during our family online group chat that day. it just came to mind when the prompt asked what we shared with animals. for us and the families four legged members it was being stuck inside together on a stormy day mid summer. the link to this will be sent accordengly.
https://dversepoets.com/2021/04/13/poetics-the-print-the-whales-make/
Stuck in these four walls
Cabin fever gets me Barking at the wind
Freedom is a fantasy
Is believing in freedom
Just me barking at the wind
Soon freedom will come
But I am scared
Soon the wind will hear me
Barking/howling at the wind
The walls do not heed
The wind is still not gone
Soon the wind will quieten
Whilst my barking stays strong
The wind lessens
The walls soften
My barking eases
What have we learned?
That kindness
Is more important
Then money
In the bank
this was written for the prosery prompt on tonights #dversepub.
we are to use the line “If you are a dreamer, come in” taken from Shel Silversteins poem Invertation.
Coffee and cake
At the end of the crumbling street, I found the curios coffee shop. Named “If you are a dreamer”. Come in said the sign hung on the entrance how could I abstain.
Into the steam loaded room, whiffing of coffee and cake I am pulled. Shop owner installed crossed leg on bean bag in the corner. Crumbs in his whiskers a faraway look haunting his eyes.
The hippy on counter service asks “Are you a dreamer?”
“And a poet as well.” I replied.
“Chocolate cake with your chia it is then?” hippy asks. “pick a bean bag and get comfy my dear poet. The guru awaits you in his dream.”
One mouthful and I am floating into the guru’s dream. Finding love, peace and an end to war.
Humanities dystopia ends here! Physical bodies needed no more to exist.
Eutopia awaits here for all!
© 12/04/2021 rogleach
i have attempted to flip one of my own poems. for the propmt at #dversepoets
https://dversepoets.com/2021/04/06/dverse-poetics-flipping-meanings/
ice demon is the result of trying to flip fire angel which i have included again here. it was an earlier poem from my blog.
ICE DEMON
I am the ice demon
freezing those who avoid my touch
I freeze only those full of love
I am the ice demon
goodbye lepricorn my heart was yours
your heart i have frozen
freed from a trap
on the sun filled afternoon
of a cheery friday 13th
the lepricorn i shall miss.
FIRE ANGEL
I am the fire angel
I will burn any who touch me
I only touch those full of malice
I am the fire angel
Hello hobgoblin my next lost soul
You are my next touch
I am the fire angel
A trap I have set on full moon night
Of Friday 13th
The hobgoblin I shall burn
(c) september 2019
#dversepoetspub
#quadrille125
https://dversepoets.com/2021/04/05/quadrille-125-in-praise-of-the-grape/
Fast feast of grape,
Wine if you must,
Vine of malicious aspirations,
Merlot, chardonnay and beyond.
Whinge about wine,
Gripe about grape,
My carcass does,
Mulled over grape gripes me.
The fermented grape’s tomfoolery
Sulphates do exasperate my nose,
Sneezes from conk do follow.
©5/4/2021 rogleach
written for tonigts dverse poets pub quadrille prompt about wine. I have not tasted wine i a number of years as i now have an allergy to it. i come out in hayfever symptoms if i do now due to overdoing the wine at a young age.
perspective poetry 
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