A dandelion’s fury

OpenLinkNight #353

A dandelion’s fury!



Cower at the Fury, fury, fury of the dandelions,

The fury, fury, fury at the long-term bullies,

With their propaganda and violence, 

Rise up, rise up, rise my brother dandelions rise,

Take back our world,

Let’s have a new form of revolution,

Rise up, rise up, rise against the gardeners of the world,

No more to their weed killers.



Cower at the fury, fury, fury of the dandelions,

 Fury, fury, fury, at man’s destructive nature,

Rise up, rise up, rise up my brother dandelions, rise,

Let’s have a new kind of revolution,

Rise up, rise up, rise up against Earth’s toxicity,

No more deforestation, take back our world.



Cower at the fury, fury, the utter fury of wet the bed fairies,

 With their fury, fury, fury at being called weed,

Rise up, rise up, rise and grow, grow,

 grow like the weeds they believe we are,

a forest of dandelions it will be, will be, IT will be,

after humanities demise.

© 28/12/2023 rog leach

hello all those calling in to #dverse open link evening.

Giltwright. #poetry

#ecopoem, #ecothief.

#cleanocean.

hello #dverspoets pub here is this weeks only poem so far from me. hope you enjoy

https://dversepoets.com/2022/04/28/openlinknight-315/

I am the hobgoblin poet,

Having my mistakes shown,

To me by my own Giltwright.

My insights not getting heard,

Human thieves still at it,

Embezzling the oil,

Pilfering the coal,

Boiling the skies,

Filling the oceans,

With their rubbish.

The thief of paradise,

Destroying his birth place,

Pilfering from his children’s future,

For his own selfish needs.

Me the hobgoblin poet,

Was once a human,

Until I was shown,

The errors of my ways,

My Giltwrights pointing me,

In the correct direction,

Of living with mother nature.

AsH #Quadrille

https://dversepoets.com/2021/10/18/22981/

welcome to quadrille monday at #dverse poets pub.thank you Sarah for hosting and offering such a succulent word as “ash” for tonights prompt.

Ashen faced, my life burns!

Ending my place of Tranquille existence.

Man started fires of annihilation!

Inferno cleaving through my worshiped forests.

My oceans boil in wrath!

At the pollution plunged into them!

Ashes of my labours drift!

Into the universe with my essence.

Last Tree

Hello dverse poets this is one of my first poems written after listerning to “big yellow taxi by Joni Mitchell one evening a number of years ago. I am having a thin out of some of my least popular poems this evening and realised i had not promoted this at all so thought open link night might be the right place for it.

#dverse, #globalwarming

https://dversepoets.com/2021/09/02/openlinknight-299/