Hard Labour



This is purely a fictional piece created to fit both #dverse and #fowc prompt today.

My worn feet ache: stood far too long,

Shoes taken off: relieving ache.

Leg, arm and hand: tired from glut,

Glut of hard work: sentence given.

Child killed: blame received,

No alibi: alone sleeping.

My innocence: always ignored,

Glut hard labour: not my reward.

Child killed: mother guilty,

Father blamed: never innocent.

© 17/08/2021 rogleach

Lonely Stream.

hello dverse poets. today we have been prompted to write a quadrille (a poem of 44 words) using the word stream.


i have also included the word “lonely” from #FOWC with fandagos one word challenge.


blue stream

Lonely Stream!

My lonely stream of words,

Flows on over deaf ears,

This my lonely stream of words,

Springs from my ravaged heart,

This My lonely demoralised stream of words,

Rolls on past ignorant bystanders.

My lonely stream of words,

Reaches this river of refined bards.

© 26/07/21 rogleach

Sedation of the Senses

Sedated for fandangos #FOWC


Take a break for #RDP


Take a break they said,

Sedation of the senses,

They offered for my woes,

Sit, eat, drink and sleep,

No stimulation to be found,

Isolated from the world,

Thanks to one word,


smile your on my page

Positive not,

Senses sedated,

Break taken,

Against will,

Mind broken,

Body lethargic,

One more day,

Then I’m free.

© 20/7/2021 rogleach

Garden Repose


#FOWC #repose


dverse have invited us into the garden. beware gnaugty gnomes below.

gnome trouble

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear,

The gnomes have taken over,

 The garden needs a repose,

The calm it has been broken,

The gnomes have taken over,

Their hooligan ways a menace,

All the flowers they have trampled,

All the weeds they have planted,

All the gardeners hard work undone,

Reinstating nature’s bounty,

Who repose is this?

that the gnomes fight for!

© 13/7/2021 rog leach


hope you are all having a pleasent sunday. here is my contrabution to todays word of the day prompt from fandango at #fowc which is redeem.


Come redeem your voucher!

Come collect your prize!

Come gather your treasure!

Come muster your troops!

Come liberate my heart!

 Come rescue my being!

Come unshackle my thinking!

Come liberate my soul!

Come redeem your voucher!

The one the angels gave you!

 Come collect your prize!

My heart is yours!

Come gather your treasure!

My unshackled thinking!

Come muster your troops!

Those who kidnapped me!

Come liberate my soul!

I no longer wish to be Lucifer!

© 11/07/2021  rogleach