Tag: #dverse

Revolution #quadrille.

https://dversepoets.com/2023/04/17/quadrille-174-you-say-you-want-a/

thanks Kim for this great choice of word for tonight’s quadrille.

Revolution!

#revolution

Tormented yes, living somebody else’s dream,

Bullied into dying for psychopath’s dream.

Why give psychopaths ruling power!

Love thy neighbours, till psychopath,

Orders you to destroy another’s home.

Revolution time, no more nations,

No more reasons for war,

Transform our thinking.

LET’S END BLOODSHED!

© 17/04/2023 rog leach

yellow. #limerick

https://dversepoets.com/2023/04/11/everything-yellow/

tonight at the #dverse poets pub we are discussing “Yellow”.

http://fivedotoh.com/2023/04/11/fowc-with-fandango-nullify/

and at Fandango’s one word challenge we have nullify #FOWC

heads will roll

Yellow. #limerick.

There’s a lad whose eyes are yellow,

Whiskey never made him mellow,

His mind it would nullify,

His anger it would amplify,

His voice nothing but a bellow.

© 11/04/2023 rog leach.

crows #menagerie

https://dversepoets.com/2023/04/04/dverse-poetics-menagerie/

welcome to this evenings meeting at the #dverse bar.

the prompts have made my mind drift to this picture and I cannot get it out of my mind.

I am planning to use this in a book of poems and short stories I am trying to put together. but at present am struggling trying to edit. what to put in and what to leave out has me flummoxed.

Crows Water colour picture by Anousjka McDonald October 2022.

Inspired by and to accompany this poem.

Tolerance and apathy are the last virtues of a dying society- Aristotle

CROWS!

The crows are circling high overhead,

They are here for you and me alike.

Waiting and circling just for us,

Like flies above the putrid water of society,

Hearing your haunting cry,

To your mates the magpies.

To come join you in the feast.

As you swirl around within the bouquet,

 Of our death and disease.

Your calls and cries are spine-chilling,

Creating the exodus of life that feeds you.

Clouds of black wings, against blue sky,

Sending tremors along my dying spine.

The time of the Corvus is now

They come now and feast.

On mankind’s death at his own hand.

©2018

© second draft 30/6/2022

Muck Spout #Quadrille

https://dversepoets.com/2023/04/03/quadrille-173-zoom-poems/

cheers DE for this one @ #dverse got me thinking of some of the foul mouthed behaviour some people showed over the zoom get togethers I was part of during the Covid lockdowns. AS well as some I heard about. The term muck spout is an old English insult for somebody who uses inappropriate language.

Muck spout. #quadrille.

Into video calls we fell,

No other way,

when covid struck.

Muck spout,

Where did they learn,

 That lingo, not from you?

Thrown out of Zoom meet,

For being muck spout,

Yet again.

Where did my child,

Learn that lingo,

Not from,

F******g me.

© 03/04/2023 rog leach

Buy bye dandelion

Weeds Rule OK?

thank you #dverse for reminding me of this poem I wrote way back after a gardening friend tried to convince me to spread weed killer on my gardens grassed area. he had a stripy flat lawn he thought was great. I think it was ugly I much prefer something that is not a monoculture. in the garden.

thank you Sarah to national weed appreciation day.

a yellow flush

Kill me I’m a dandelion.

Why, when my leaves are edible.

Why, when my flowers are eye candy.

Why, when my roots help the soil break up.

Buy bye dandelion.

Are you a know no one,

Within your community,

Do you know no gnomes?

No, I know no gnomes,

Because I’m no gnome friend.

Me I’m nought but a slug.

So why, oh why, poison me.

If your wish to dispatch off me,

I’d much prefer go in a vat of beer.

And let the hedgehog have me in a marinade.

So don’t buy bye little blue pellets.

Say a high hi to a summertime picnic.

Say hi to high summer in a meadow.

Give a high hi to your child,

Then look him eye to eye,

And let him say hi to a high state of mind.

I may be just a cabbage,

I need not live with millions of others,

My roots need no chemical burns,

From your fertilizer and insect killers.

DON’T buy, goodbye insects on my behalf.

Do you think you need me?

Do you think you want me?

I’m the advertising man.

And I say you need me.

And I say you want me.

Bye bye advertising man,

We love and need dandelions more.

© 2018