Eli!

The young girl walked very slowly

down a crowded and noisy street

head bowed feeling alone so lowly

not wanting to talk shuffling her feet

dejection showed in her pretty face

looking much older than her years

another statistic lost without trace

in dingy streets where evil appears

each day filled with so deep despair

forced to be abused just to survive

felt no decent human was out there

not caring if she were dead or alive

sixteen years had passed Eli by

parents threw her out at fifteen

confused upset wondering why

learning how life could be so mean

met a man she thought was nice

but he introduced her to drugs

which led in a short time to vice

he was a pimp one of many thugs

she was deep in a unable to escape

began to think death the one release

desperately contacted an old mate

who unknown had joined the police

through an inner strength and will

helping her got away from the shit

now happy at eighteen no longer ill

survived to tell had risen from the pit!

 

Joyfully a young life had been saved

from the clutches of exploitation

hoping her life from now on paved

with respect and full of celebration!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

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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!!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

That Day!

The weather was at last good on that day

as the countless military craft

headed for the designated landing beach

soldiers and sailors ready to fight

face the formidable enemy forces as one

their resolve had to be strong!

 

Socializing before the normality ended

many nations together in unity

differences put aside to defeat the foe

navy guns firing overhead

to wipe out the damaging gun positions

creating lethal conditions!

 

Onward without ceasing charged the brave

knowing they could not fail

into history to breach those enemy lines

at a terrible cost of comrades

planes dropping bombs noise and smoke

in their lungs made them choke!

 

Fighters back on their home soil side by side

many there for god and country

others dying to free their people from tyranny

civilians also slain on that day

as the allies spearheaded the bloody onslaught

each step desperately fought!

 

This being the first major step to Victory!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Months Apart!

It had been very lonely those months apart

that empty space in his heart.

Their relationship and passion on hold

as bad news began to unfold

An uprising in their country had occurred

for day’s there was no word!

 

Desperately worried to know if she was well

away on business for a short spell.

Only two hours from where they were based

what a nightmare he now faced.

Finding his composure was hard to retain

had to get home on the train.

 

Soldiers everywhere dangerous being there

not alone the trauma to share.

Every one pushing to board the few coaches

as gun fire rapidly approaches.

Panic setting in terror as the crowds surged

children crying could be heard!

 

His journey was fraught and his manner tense

the military barrage immense!

Never had he seen so many crushed together

nearing the end of his tether.

The slow-moving train shook with each bang

had his phone just rang?

 

This trip took forever the hours nearly ten

he’d find his wife but when?

Eventually it stopped he struggled to get out

positive without doubt.

On the platform soldiers herded the crowd

trying hard not to curse aloud.

 

Through familiar neighbourhoods made his way

to a spot if lost would stay.

Their one secret rendezvous only they knew

his anxiety now grew.

Approaching he was relieved to see her there

such emotions they did share!

 

Embracing passionately despite the violence

love to them conquered all!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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