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#quadrille117
#ABIDE
No more ghastly plague info,
I can abide it any longer,
This pandemic can go jump,
I tolerate fear no longer,
Conspiracy theories,
adding more unease and distrust,
To this world’s cauldron of discontent,
Researchers chasing cure for us,
Vaccination will triumph for all.
30/11/20 rog leach
Haibun Monday: Being But Human (dversepoets.com)
#rtd
The starling’s murmuration over roost joins the spectacle,
As the sun says it’s goodnights in burnt orange hues,
The other birds singing their lullabies.
Will the virus add me to his human harvest tonight?
Stomping on my enjoyment of another mighty dawn chorus,
In the pink and red glow of tomorrows sunrise.
The bird’s lullabies reassure my tired
lock downed mind as sleep creeps up,
this summers lockdown birdsong has kept,
bad head company at bay,
as the virus took its human harvest.
Human Harvester.
Hiding behind Autumn song.
Bird Song Saving me.
23/11/20 rog leach
Look into my eyes you whispered,
Here I sit my programming failing
Society Automaton not I.
Your oil-slick eyes showing nought.
Programmed to fail at their thinking
Your eyes raven blackness doing the programming
Programmed not to watch, listen and learn
Hypnotised by your gold rimmed pupils,
Programmed to think the same. small
As everyone else
Programmed to think romance is good
Your eyes lack of inner beaty
Program us to believe god knows best
A wink and I am
Programmed not to question
Your eyes close believing me,
Programmed to follower their power
Follow your programming not I.
Automaton no longer
Starting to see their thinking
Seeing, hearing and thinking for myself
The small not viable anymore
Romance a fake to hide their control of you
The universe too small for deities
Question it all
Start by toppling their totem of mythical power
Their program iced up and useless
No longer required by me
Started 16/11/2020 rogleach
Finished 17/11/2020 rogleach
This peice was started after a discussion with my day job colleages. This evenings prompt helped me add the finshing touhes thank you Mish.
This piece was written in remembrance of my granfather after a prompt of “fire” for a spoken word event.
My granfather passed many years ago, but his love has lived on.
Like many of his generation he lived trought two world wars and the spanish flu pandemic.
the prompt from #wordatthewharf made me remember sitting fire with him as a child.
This piece pays witness to the memory and joy of family.
This as local as it gets, local to my heart
stay safe please people.
FIRESIDE
The flamez dance in my minds eye
Warming the memories living there
sulpherous vapours come from burning coal
Highlighting the love spreading out from grandparets
The warmth taking
Away mornings chill
Flames licking the breads crust
Toasting on long forks
Held by grandfathers hand
His tobacco adding to
The aroma
The flames dancing accross coals
Will always take me
To grandfathers fireside
DEAR GRANDFATHER
MAY YOUR TALES TEACH US FOREVER
SPREADING LOVE NOT WAR
Once I smoked a prolific amount
In a flash of tight chested panic
I discovered my error
still clean 17 years on
to the day
I no longer smoke tobacco
flash it is gone
My error
No longer
prolific non smoker since 7/11/2003
https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2020/11/07/three-things-challenge-412/
written for two prompts that suited the 17th annerversy of me qutitting cigarettes.
perspective poetry 
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