I dream.
#quadrille, #dversepoetspub, #antiwar
Melancholy dreams darken my heart,
Fractured sunrises over war torn lands.
Fractured sunrises forever.
Belief of the greedy weapons dealers,
Propaganda selling arms as peace keepers.
Peace never reached.
Fractured dreams of peace and love,
Melancholy sunrises over promised cease fires.
Never being realised.
© rog leach 02/06/2025
its my favourite evening at #dversepoetrypub. yes quadrille night thanks to Lillian for the sunrise prompt.
Welcome to #quadrille Monday. hosted over on #dversepoetspub this evening by kim in north northfolk.
A quiet poet.
#quadrille, #dversepoetrypub, #antiwar,
Load, load, load up the quiet,
Before your words take flight.
Listen, listen, listen to others loud,
Before your words fight back.
Heal, heal, heal in natures warmth,
Before your words lose meaning.
Watch, watch, watch others war propaganda,
Use your poems for peace.
© 19/05/2025 rog leach
Word tangled.
#quadrille, #word@thewharf, #dversepoetspub,
Tangy words, of love,
Not man’s best friends tonight.
Tongue twisted and tied,
Tangling over our simple.
Joyful Words,
Tied tongue knotting,
Over poems often,
Spoken, tangled tongues.
Live poems with friends,
All tongue tangled,
Word @ the wharf,
Legendry night of tangy words.
© 05/05/2025 rog leach.
Hello again #dversepoetrypub. Tonight's #quadrille we have been asked to write using the tangle reminded me of an evening at a monthly spoken word meet up I attend. one evening last year a number of those who shared their words got tongue tied including myself.
Rat race exit.
#quadrille, #beachlife, #dverse
Moonlit beach calls,
Oceanic salt-spray,
Melts tensions, mind altered
Driftwood fire sputters sparks upwards.
Moonlit beach calls,
Waves crashing,
Shifting shingle,
My state of mind settling.
Moonlit beach calls,
Rat race rejected,
Praying at the altar,
No longer chasing own tail.
Moonlit beach calls.
© 21/04/2025 rog leach.
Hooray its quadrille time again. my favourite #dversepoetrypub prompt .
Tonight’s prompt from Lisa @ #dverspoetrypub has looking at the bust she saw on a museum visits.
i have gone with the ekphrastic option because the picture rough edges by Elise Siegul reminded me of one of my older poems. here is a reworked version.
WHAT IF? Type 2
#EliseSiegul, #dversepoetrypub, #ekphastric,
What if the planet was just,
A disembodied head?
And us its many, many voices
What if you the master of the many?
Yes master of many crazy 🤪 voices,
Were the master of that head?
Would she be heard over the masses?
Or Could 7 billion voices in this head be wrong?
YES
© 1st 2016 rog
© 2nd 15/04/2025 rog leach
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