Swindon A Town!

There was a town once so neatly small

now has become an urban sprawl

creeping onwards on once green land

destroyed by humans greedy hand

a nightmare for nature and all mankind

what can or can’t be done isn’t defined

parts of the town destroyed not replaced

empty office blocks the region defaced

our historic buildings are allowed to rot

that seems like a planners evil plot

industrial sites mushroom all around

pollution increases pound by pound

traffic is choking the towns byways

gone forever it seems happy days

technology is forging its way ahead

is it a wonder or something to dread

my home town has changed for me

the countryside is much harder to see

everybody moves around so fast

truly would prefer to be in the past!

onward the town creeps on virgin land

with poor design the place is bland!

 

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Underground!

His heart pounded feeling tense

relieved to shelter as rain fell

heading into the underground

his normal daily activity

after work in the city of London

end of the week loomed

regular trip home to his village

a contrast from daily rage!

 

Noticed the atmosphere changed

people still scurried about

usually too busy for interaction

yet this evening so different

staring at each other as if agitated

lighting seemed dimmer

within knew something was wrong

nor busker singing her song!

 

Down on the steep moving escalator

that made him feel faint

unsettling the airflow became heavy

specs of red like a trail

covered the usually pristine flooring

whaling sounds echoed

in the tunnels of the underground

now on platform southbound!

 

Normally crowded nobody was here

corpus amounts of blood

spread out as if bodies were dragged

heading into the dark tunnels

the smell of death made him retch

being the only person there

heard scratching noises very close by

as a creature above him did fly!

 

Falling over it then hovered overhead

as another monster crawled

upon the platform human like walking

upon all for limbs like a dog

panicking slipping on the bloody trail

fighting off the thing above

managed to reach the ascending stairs

as flying beast his flesh tears!

 

Then a yelling group of young passengers

scrambled on the escalator

fighting each other wildly trying to escape

climbing over the bodies

those who had succumbed to the savagery

swooping down on victims

many tumbling to the writhing horror below

with no strength had to let go!

 

He and a the few still able to run unaided

reached unresponsive gates

had to climb over in desperation to escape

neared the exit folding gates

but were locked as if staff quickly departed

trapping them within to expire

certain their fate was sealed it slid back

enough to avoid final attack!

 

Only four stood shaking were evacuated

thankful to have been liberated!

 

But this was not the only invasion from below!

 

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Peace And Goodwill!

Bright flashing Christmas lights are everywhere you turn

families enjoying the ever-increasing expensive fare

the time when Peace and Goodwill should be around

prices rising yet expectations by excited children high

to what they want to receive from old Santa Clause

do the youngsters appreciate just how lucky they are

when once modest presents were given and enjoyed

now expensive gifts are demanded simplicity is void!

 

Unbelievable still today another side to the season

many without anywhere to live or money to spend

struggling to survive facing cold and no prospects

each with a different reason for their state of living

desperately lonely a society not keen on giving

where many rely on benefits and charities for hope

especially at Christmas when compassion is sort

adding mercy love and a genuine kind thought!

 

That season is here prices higher than ever before

the affluent have no real care for those floundering

not for them food banks their only way to eat

nor fearing the court bailiffs banging on their door

is it not a myth the season of Peace and Goodwill

as death and destruction of humanity is in overkill!!

 

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Ghost Train!

A lone car had to stop at the rail crossing

as the safety gates closed

bells rang and lights flashed on and off

she sat waiting to get home

in the distance down the single track

it passed a rail side shack!

 

Anxiously thinking why such a long wait

then Annie felt the vibration

her daughter Ella cried in her car seat

as a dark shape approached

speeding by them was an old express train

from screaming could not refrain!

 

Ella was silent they were both mesmerized

the barriers stayed down

then the scheduled train trundled through

what had they seen

barriers now rose how glad to move on

in her mind the image strong!

 

Annie was certain they had seen a ghost train

determined to find out more and come again!

 

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My Death!

How in seconds our lives can change

remembering when we met what fun

it was incredible just being with you

how your love simply filled my heart

thought your feelings were the same

that view changed as hate came!

 

Felt a sharp pain in my back that night

with disbelief in me you thrust a knife

your emotions had gone into reverse

sweet so kind thinking we were close

soul mates sharing our lives forever

now its my death we share together!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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Desert Highway!

The long straight desert highway

stretched into the hazy distance

putting his foot down to the floor

wanted the freedom and space

had not intended causing trouble

why had he not just divorced

but jealousy consumed his day

the wife too often played away!

 

Lashed out when he caught her

saw lover go over the railings

had only punched him the once

panicking had fled the scene

his wife’s screams cursing him

with his rage had hit her too

regretted it knew this last straw

his whole body tense and raw!

 

As the sun rose from the desert

had that sensation of utter relief

a killer on the run had to laugh

until twenty four hours before

as usual sitting behind his desk

in denial of partners infidelity

now there was no turning back

far too late to backtrack!

 

Above an object was following

certain it must be a helicopter

panic set in they had found him

straining to see where it was

it came low in front of the car

as the UFO crossed his path

lost control and the car rolled

he was knocked out cold!

 

It was now dark when he awoke

the soft sand taking impact

managed to get out a little sore

alone in the dark chilly night air

dazed stood by the highway

mind confused what was real

a patrol car came into sight

within in him no more fight!

 

Returned to face consequences

to find no charges made

man had not died by his hand

but marriage was at last over

she wanting this new lover

did not mention what he saw

yet changed his life evermore

an understatement for sure!

 

It was a few days later he noticed

puncture wounds and bruising

on his body what had ensued

the answers had to be pursued!

 

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Quiet Day!

To him a quiet day had thought

leaving his regular place of work

no warning in cross fire caught

strangers in shadows did lurk

so happy as he walked that way

bang pain on the ground he lay!

 

Nothing could ever be done again

a gun culture taken another soul

an increasing number now slain

society with a souring death toll

crime does rule our way of living

beings merciless never forgiving!

 

Here so many futures taken away

afraid to speak safety in doubt

emotions kept behind sad eyes

families in danger if found out

a vicious circle to be dwelling in

the barrier of protection is thin!

 

Without his dignity there he did lay!

 

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Hollow Word!

Peace surely is but a hollow word

millions of voices never heard

such pain etched on blank faces

forced to move to many places

from their homelands removed

by unknown authorities approved

ever-increasing people displaced

on the news their plight showcased

the growing masses seeking refuge

that in a short time is now a deluge

having nothing wanting a better life

but are met with simmering strife!

a crisis countries are unable to cope

society slips down a slimy rope!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

Such pain

Knives!

Young lives are being slaughtered by knives

law and order seems to have no power

to contain the gangs creating such strife

brutality grows not by weeks but the hour

these crimes getting rapidly out of control

with no logic to the mounting toll!

 

The gang culture has been allowed to expand

cities towns and villages none are immune

in the present climate they are in command

too often on the roadside flowers are strewn

lawlessness spreads as people are oppressed

helpless we stand as a society transgressed!

 

A bleak future violence escalates and discipline

has been lost allowing worrying complacency in!

 

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Obsession!

Always had the obsession he was being followed

even before the digital generation

that familiar figure whom he had seen before

not certain this was his imagination

a click on the phone as if somebody listening

an uncomfortable sensation inside

even in his own home that object had moved

thought must be getting confused!

 

Atheist in his beliefs so no angel was by his side

yet felt the tingle of uncertainty

as if eyes were peering at him twenty four seven

over a couple of years it was constant

technology had begun to advance at a brisk rate

intrusion of privacy a big debate!

 

Became bedeviled that some agency was listening

checking his data did not feel free

being a conspiracy theorist was often outspoken

many colleagues had been shut down

just told the truth of what he saw in this society

but this simply increased his anxiety!

 

Filled with doubt about everything around him

sat one night staring very attentively

at his laptop screen when an image appeared

several days later he was discovered

by his worried girlfriend absolutely stone dead

face hideously distorted and crushed head!

 

What really had been watching and ended his life?

Never an investigation to ease pain or strife!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

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