Scarecrow harmony #Quadrille

#Fowc harmony

De from whimsygizmo hosted #dversepoetspub this evening prompting a scare.

I have also included the word harmony from #fowc.

bring out them heads

Scarecrow Harmony.

#Quadrille (scare), #fowc (harmony)

Twas a dark and scary night,

At the scarecrow harmony,

Building night of the next,


Two headed harmonies,

From plastic Halloween head ideas to,

Next year’s scarecrows made in spring,

This consecrated Halloween party,

Is scarecrow harmony,

On a dark and scary night.

© 31/10/2022 rog (scarecrow) leach

Onion practioner

written for two prompts tonight one over at #dverse supplied by Bjorn giving us the line “It’s a moon wrapped in brown paper ” from Carol Ann Duffy’s poem valentine. and the word Practtitioner from Fandangos one word challenge.#FOWC.

Onion practitioner

Buy love! buy love!

Loves not a commodity for sale,

Bought from gross practitioners,

hawkers of cheapness and fakery,

venders of tat, sellers of nonsense,

dealers in delusions of romance.

Real love cannot be bought,

Like an onion from a vendor,

The onion practitioner,

only call will be “it is a moon,

wrapped in brown paper.”

A plastic heart,                 Will pollute

Both you and your home,

Selling your love for

A plastic rose,


I would much prefer to be

An onion practitioner,

Selling my many tasty morsels,

Moonlike in their own,

Paper bag wrappings,

Making you cry without feelings,

While loving their stink.

Hawkers lining their pockets

On your romantic notions,

Joys they do not bring,

Only lies of happiness,

In peer enforced romance.

True love has the,

Same many layers,

As the onion,

So here I,

 wish you a happy,

Onion day.

©14/2/2022 rog leach

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