Future Harvest an extract

Quadrille #208 – Undead to the World

Wow Dora what a choice of words for the #quadrille here @ #dversepoetspub.

This will be added as a diary extract into the diary of a lead character in a novel I have been trying to write for over 30 years. it is the story of how the aids virus effects the vampire race.

Slayer.


From the tomb he walked,
Darkening my life of man.

Uncorking blood,
Like a fine wine,
With every meal.

Wooden stake,
Holy water,
My faith.
All I have in defence.

A defence against,
Vampire kind,
I am,
My destiny.


A slayer I must become.

© 16/09/2024 rog leach

shh not tell

Welcome to know

here at #dversepoetrypub we have been given the line “I am haunted by how much our mothers do not know” from Tina Chang’s poem love to include in a prose of 144 word.

thanks Melissa for introducing me to Tina Chang

Shh don’t tell.

A single child of a single mother I am. The last of our tribe.

Our history was oral, never written down for the sake of history.

We built pyramids and worshipped the stars.

Breaking with tradition to take a wife of human origin I must.

My mothers, grandchildren will not be of our tribe. The uprising saw to that. I am haunted by how much our mothers do not know about what is to come.

Our history will be lost to our descendants leaving nothing but confusion. Other tribes from the stars have visited but not left any DNA behind.

We had no choice our home was lost to the death of our solar system. Just two ships where here orbiting Earth, now lost in the pacific. The Bermuda triangle created to hide them.

A single child of a single mother was I.

44 pens #quadrille.

Quadrille #207 Poem Spin Cycle

44 pens.

Idea spinning, counting words,
Counting the joys I’ve witnessed.

44 pens spun out of ink,
Sharing the joys I’ve encountered.

Counting the sun rises,
Counting the moon rises.

44 pens spinning this quadrille,
Sharing the joys I’ve observed.

Joys witnessed, joys written, joy shared.

© 03/09/2024 rog leach

thanks #dversepotrypub for another great quadrille prompt.

screw you! war.

Poetics: Stormy Weather

thank you Grace for letting Andrew in to host with a great prompt here at #dversepoetspub.

a Banksy image from under waterloo rail station

Screw you! War.

A storm of memories we all wish,
To forget, forget, forget.

Dickensian reimbursed, Dickensian reimbursed,
From the memory box of history.

Haul away, haul away, there’s
Peace on the horizon,
Screw you! War.
Haul away, haul away, there’s
Peace on the horizon,
Screw you! War.

Toss away the idea of war, toss away,
Back into the memory box.

Haul away, haul away, there’s
Peace on the horizon,
Screw you! War.

Toss that box of rotten ideas,
Into the fire, to be consumed.

Haul away, haul away, there’s
Peace on the horizon
Screw you! War.

Take your Dickensian ideals,
Throw them out with the idea of dictatorship,
Here I lay in my final year,
Shed no tears, peace is on the horizon.

Way hay up peace rises, way ha up peace rises,
Screw you! War.   Screw you! War.

© 27/08/2024 rog leach.

ajar #quadrille205

Quadrille #205 – A Jar Full of Poems

A Jarred mind!

These riots have,
Jarred my thoughts.

F%%king animals,
Breaking windows,
Assailing common decency.

Not A single,
Brain cell,
Amongst them.

Parents Hearts breaking,
Violent Fools,
Hijacking their grief.

Rioting CU%%%,
Upsetting the apple cart.

Cancel the hate,
Spread some love,
Please spread some love!

© 05/08/2024 rog leach


Tonight at #dversepoetspub we are writing one of my favourite  forms with the given word of "jar" from De. here in England there is only one thing that has jarred my mind in the last week.