Vocation!

She was young yet acting so tough

seemed older than her years

rich beyond most people’s dreams

was alone in a wild vocation

not the usual burden a teen faces

but with gusto embraces!

 

On social media confronting the foe

much pressure on her shoulders

already enemies looming into focus

wanting to be with the money

leaches adding to the burden of fame

if she flops wont take the blame!

 

That exterior has shades of maturity

family support and protection

voice of an angel a wisp of devilment

sixteen she has that presence

an innocent aura that will never fade

on a pinnacle erect or parade!

 

She stands out from the other clones

still vultures circle to pick the bones!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

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Unseen!

Is there a malicious unseen agenda

that does not want unity

where humanity would join as one

instead of our destruction

intent on fanning the flames of hate

when people want to debate!

 

Dividing the masses for the privileged

creating fear and mistrust

taking us away from a righteous path

into the depraved depths

when we know not what is happening

a scenario for many baffling!

 

Death and chaos is a daily occurrence

the threat of total anarchy

your neighbours and friends the foe

everybody filled with mistrust

as understanding slips into that abyss

hope evermore we shall miss!

 

Or is the turmoil part of an ongoing plan?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Watching!

On the dusty tank the soldiers stared intently

watching the shells strike

detonating onto the occupied enemy lines

as rockets and shell fire

was quickly returned in a never ending battle

creating vibration and rattle!

 

Each were distant from the carnage and anguish

young conscripts not hardened

warriors of  too many campaigns of aggression

again forced to protect their land

believing their cause was just without hesitation

the civilians filled with trepidation!

 

But as with all brutal conflicts it breeds more hate

resentment creating much bigger foe

a cycle of revenge and bloody savage retaliation

as the very young bitterly grow up

the horrors absorbed into impressionable minds

peace hopes fading behind closing blinds!

 

The ever mounting strife going back to long ago

hard to break historical differences

each have grievances and suspicions to tell

that seem impossible to resolve

the deaths and injuries continue to increase

can a way ever be found for peace?

 

My wishes always for a planet without wars!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

The Gladiator!

The gladiator faced a fierce deadly foe

forced into the arena

stained with blood of many men before

hostile crowds jeering

shouting abuse with an increasing fire

a savage death their desire!

 

No shade the sun burnt  unprotected skin

sweat poured from each pore

clad in leather armour and metal helmet

with growing agitation

watching his opponent slowly advance

to quickly kill the chance!

 

Holding sharp swords and small shields

to maximise the injuries

every blow followed by a baying crowd

sapping their strength

chunks of flesh gouged by pitiless slashes

with the increased clashes!

 

The superior champion gladiator parried

knowing how to defeat

overpowering without mercy his quarry

hacking him to the ground

the final merciful strike raised a cheer

the death bloody and severe!

 

Lifting his dripping sword above his head

saluting crowd and dignitary

triumphant and proud the people’s hero

another victory achieved

impassive while body was hastily removed

again his superiority proved!

 

The gladiator proudly went to receive his trophy!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Rods Friend Or Foe?

What is around us that cannot be seen

as our sight has such a limited vision.

We are arrogant to think we are alone

a concept difficult for us to comprehend.

Do life forms called Rods occupy space

here on earth is it also their home base?

Moving rapidly we  are unable to see them

only on camcorders and fast shuttered cameras

Are they of this earth or of alien origin

it is claimed they can fly in outer space

In and out of tornadoes even storm clouds

freely in the forests and amongst the crowds.

Some reckon they are merely birds or insects

though the shapes plainly do not match.

None to date have actually been caught

nor communication between us made.

The origins of these beings is an enigma

mystical and elusive raising that mystery bar

What forces encompass us that we do not know

are they real if yes are they friend or foe?

The Foureyed Poet.