Motionless!

He stood motionless in the empty square

where many had been standing with him

what had caused them to panic and run

from a noisy happy throng to no one

alarms sounded loudly their pitch so high

knowing he should move as security went by!

 

A little dazed he followed the rest to the outside

where crowds huddled in anticipation

smoke could be seen billowing from within

as they were held back from the fire

the flames emited from a small clothing store

thick smoke began to fill the top floor!

 

The fire brigade were soon on the scene

police helped those gathered at the entrance

luckily everyone had been evacuated

so no casualties were thankfully reported

panic had been averted so everything serene

such a great conclusion to what could have been!

 

Onlookers watched as the situation was quelled

then slowly dispersed from the shopping area

as many emotions were expressed that day

for most sensibility was certainly on display!

 

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Red Rose!

What an amazing gesture it felt good

a gift of a large red rose

that moment of rapture warm inside

someone at last who cared

filled with joy accepted this special gift

those thoughts of love swift!

 

Overwhelmed at such a sweet present

it was in fact their very first meeting

she was a young and a happy romantic

but went with the flow it was a date

knew she should just have some fun

as they set out for the day in the sun!

 

Could not part with the red rose flower

to her a symbol of love and respect

kept it always in the pages of a book

being the first she had received

marrying the man who had given it

truly believed they were a good fit!

 

Always remembering the gift of the rose

for her alone it had been chose!

Gentle Touch!

Just the slightest gentle touch and she knew

here was somebody who could be trusted

feeling so safe with that knowing glance

did no longer feel alone or afraid

she sat in the street begging for money

when the woman came to her and spoke

in such a kind way offering some support!

 

Lost her home had got into such a lot of debt

could not afford to be in rental accommodation

soon was living on the cold lonely streets

had few friends to turn to for any hope

to stay under their roofs on a settee

found it frightening to be out there all alone

spiraling downwards not knowing what to do

struggling to buy food as depression grew!

 

But out of the blue as she sat there desperate

like an angel the figure did appear

from a local church offered her that hope

spoke gently and said she could give shelter

taking her off the unfriendly streets of strife

giving at last a new chance of a better life!

 

Now in her own flat with a sense of achievement

she really felt it was heaven sent!

 

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Comforting Fire!

Starring dreamingly into the red hot embers

of the glowing comforting fire

relaxing in the heat of the room

without a care on a cold winters evening

the couple reflected on the past

as in the low light shadows cast!

 

Lights turned off the fire was getting low

the need to put on more wood as fuel

all quiet no worries in their minds

poking the ashes the flames begin to rise

engulfing them in warmth both chilled

their emotions and joy are fulfilled!

 

A glass of wine completes the gentle mood

free from any conflicts and woe

a sense of satisfaction makes them feel good

as the world spins onward outside

time to forget those every day tribulations

content there are no problems with relations!

 

How swiftly the hours fade into the night

as they sit outstretched in the fire light!

 

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Feeling Good!

Feeling good could not understand why

weather was wet and very cold

yet somehow wanted to sing out loud

had a big smile without really trying

certain nothing had changed in his life

thinking carefully about his good mood

had the same problems as most for sure

but from his outlook wanted to feel more!

 

Though it was lockdown here once again

restrictions on what anybody could feel

that Covid-19 epidemic hit people hard

he simply just took it all in his stride

socially distancing and wearing a face mask

careful to wash his hands and not touch

still kept his smile and saw it through 

as most in this situation would do!

 

Most are embedded and following the rules

almost afraid to break any decisions

in this third lockdown every one was weary

to try and defeat this awful viral bug

a vaccine is being delivered we can only hope

that life can get better so we are able to cope!

 

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Door Bell!

The doorbell woke them making a loud ring

as they relaxed in front of the telly

both were half asleep took no notice

then there was pounding as the door shook

from a quiet afternoon it now erupted

getting up the young man walked quickly

flustered thinking something was wrong

almost afraid to open the door but was strong!

 

A deep breath looked out but nobody was there

taken aback as everything seemed so quiet

sat down once more feeling unsettled

a few minutes later footsteps were heard

above them they glanced at each other scared

newly weds had not moved in until recently

had not heard anything like this before

why it had started both were unsure!

 

It was an old house that had been renovated

but no stories had they heard of ghosts

as the day turned rapidly to early evening

they could not get any peace inside

tapping sounds could be heard from somewhere

could only hold tightly to each other

afraid to wander around the house to investigate

both had become emotionally in an anxiety state!

 

Could hear talking they just wanted to get out

no longer able to stay in the dwelling

as on the coffee table a glass fell on the floor

had to leave did not want to be there anymore!

 

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The Golden Shield!

Their quest had begun at last they all met

a group of young warriors had gathered

to find The Golden Shield stolen by their foe

on top of the mountain they viewed

the wondrous valley that lay far below

in the distance the barrier was visible

in defiance they held their swords high

nothing would deter them they did cry!

 

The weather was fine from where they stood

As in unity they rose high into the air

flying towards the darkened entrance

where from their peaceful and placid realm

to another dimension of endless wars

their first battle came too quickly to pass

as on the dividing line they were confronted

blades clashed they fought as the hunted!

 

With cunning and power they fought through

scattering the band of fighters in their way

now filled with pride at the small victory

going fourth with stealth and purpose

not wanting to arouse the attention of the foe

aiming to achieve the retrieval their prize

was the priority of their every single move

now to locate and with force the item remove!

 

With good fortune found the secret location

with the help of information that was obtained

closing in soldiers were in numbers patrolling

guarding something with the greatest of care

how to break in without creating great carnage

was the question and skill they trained to achieve

one by one the enemy was soon overpowered

as a mighty fighting unit they bravely towered!

 

There Inside before them was The Golden Shield

gently they extracted it safely now to escape

as they exited they came upon strong resistance

retreating through the badlands they had to fly

as arrows whizzed passed them at high speed

sadly several were wounded in the rapid retreat

yet somehow they all got to the barrier line

with a cheer and a pray they were back safe and fine!

 

Soon The Golden Shield was back in its place

they were welcomed back a celebration to face!

 

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Mud Larks!

In the putrid mud of the river Thames 

the mud larks searched for any treasure

up to their waists they each scrabbled

looking for things that could be recovered

women and children spent their existence

trying to make a living just to survive

in the eighteenth century of old London town

they wallowed in mud face down!

 

Toiling every day to find any kind of items

just so they could make a basic living

in all weathers there they clambered

through slime and riverside deep mud 

finding trinkets and gold from deep below

the mud larks were part of London’s history

exhausted and starving they had to seek

even though undernourished and weak!

 

They are remembered at the Thames low tide

the mud larks together side by side!

 

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Mist!

Suddenly on his windscreen was a mist

where it had been a nice day and clear

having to make an emergency stop

luckily it was on a quiet stretch of road

a thick mist surrounded him on all sides

creating a frightening chocking sensation

so thick he could not see his own hand

as in a nightmare he did now stand!

 

Uneasy saw strange shapes before him

moving around making not a sound

he was terrified at this weird occurrence

what was going on he had just left home

this must be a bad dream he thought

some understanding he desperately sought!

 

With all his effort got back into the car

gasping for every single breath

in a state of sheer terror he just sat

the mist as it had come then disappeared

found himself still on his driveway

all was clear now a beautiful day!

 

Confused he noticed several hours had passed!

 

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found himself on his own drivewayall was bright on a beautiful sunny day!Confused noticed several hours had passed by!

 

 

Shook!

The trees shook violently in the wind

swaying almost to the hard ground

as the storm surged ever onward

householders were asked to leave

but many were determined to stay

foolishly they would not move away!

The crescendo of the wind whistling loudly

as if trying to add even more to the terror

of those trapped within their homes

debris filled the wide empty lonely streets

vehicles tossed as if only small toy cars

people being left with deep mental scars!

The storm raged on it’s destructive path

nothing can control it’s power and fury

what can man do against mighty nature

even with their technology were helpless

only able to watch and wait for it to pass by

often hearing the sound of a human cry!

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