Tag: #openlink

open link #dverse

thanks Lillian @ #dversepoetrypub for the open link night hosting.

Open Link Night today with option to join us LIVE on Saturday!

Delivery In progress.

Well, I nether thought,
I would ever take delivery,
Of an Enfield 500,
Now made in India,
But who cares!

It’s mine, all mine,
After many, many years of saving
It has taken a live time,
Of hard slog and grief.

The transporter arrived,
At exactly 17.11,
The time I will ever forget,
Delivery in progress,
In red LED across the front.

They unwrapped it,
Screwed on the number plate,
As I put on my leathers,
Put on my lid, the black one.


Then emptied the 5litre,
Jimmy can into the tank,
And she was all mine,
 A live time dream a reality.

The noise she made as
 I turned her sexy key,
That noise of her growling,
I needed to make her scream.

The oak tree kissed us,
The oak tree on the corner,
Not 50 yards from where,
She first growled at me.

Now every October 13th,
Twice if it’s a Friday,
you can hear my excited scream
Just above her growl,
As we accelerated from,
Nought to oak tree at 17.11 and 30 seconds.

© rog leach 12/08/2024

DIDN’T GET

Thanks grace for hosting https://dversepoets.com/2022/05/26/openlinknight-317/ at #dversepoets pub this evening. this took me a while to chose one from a collection I have called Perspective. I wish to try and get it published as I cannot afford to self publish I am looking at the traditional route. there are others from the collection already on my blog page.

life reflection

I DIDN’T GET THE VIOLENCE,

FOR ITS OWN SAKE,

I DIDN’T GET SOCIETY,

FOR OTHER’S SAKE,

I DIDN’T GET KILLING,

FOR MURDERS SAKE,

I DIDN’T HAVE KIDS,

FOR THE SAKE OF HAVING KIDS,

I DIDN’T BUY AN EDUCATED MIND ,

JUST TO MAKE IT FIT,

I DIDN’T GET THAT WE ALL JUST ARE,

OF THE SAME MOULD,

I DIDN’T GET THAT WE ARE ALL,

NOT ETERNAL,

I DIDN’T GET THAT WE ALL 

GET JUST ONE LIFE EACH,

I WAS NEVER HEARD WHEN I SPOKE

I WAS NEVER SEEN WHEN I ACTED,

I WAS NEVER COMFORTED WHEN MY HEART WAS BROKEN,

SO, I AM NO LONGER HERE ON YOUR EARTH,

I DIDN’T GET IT WHEN MY WINGS WERE BURNT,

AN ANGEL NO LONGER,

I DIDN’T GET WHY I WAVED MY IMAGERY FRIEND GOODBYE,

I DIDN’T GET MY MIND GOING ADRIFT………………………………………… 

© 2018 rogleach appears in PERSPSTIVE.