Perfect!

The temperature was perfect as the sun set

two in love surrounded by many

an atmosphere of tranquillity in the circle

more gathered waiting for dawn

on this summer solstice the balance right

countless stars shinning bright.

 

Closeness of each other and like-minded folk

as the cherished hours passed

with the rotation of our earth we layed back

absorbing the vast galaxy

with magnificent views of those endless stars

imagining travelling to Mars!

 

Snuggled together mesmerised by the spectacle

as into view we did observe

two bright blinking lights in rhythmic unison

both following closely in line

each  silent overhead in their stable motion

on the crest of a spacious ocean!

 

What had we witnessed alien craft travelling by

that the authorities always deny?

 

The dawn came as the sun rose into a blue sky.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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Nothing Is Personal!

Nothing is personal or sacred today it would seem

each one of us watched in one way or another

any secrets can soon be in the public domain

as there are those snooping of the official kind

even a neighbour or a so-called close friend

spying and seeking evidence you can’t defend!

 

Our home phones and mobiles can be quickly tapped

computers being hacked and viruses downloaded

wherever we turn the cameras are there tracking

to catch us speeding and check number plates

undercover agents look to see if we illegally claim

catching those they say are the right ones to blame!

 

The major rise is by frauds and crooks after our cash

from false emails stating you’ve won big money

to your credit and debit card details being cloned

with the genuine hard workers and honest folk

targets for private bailiffs able to seek and hound

crooks ready to steal leaving us dead on the ground!

 

Becoming a nasty complex and frightening society

treated like fools in repugnant ways

protection undermined by the so-called authorities

we are told what they want us to believe

honesty is no security against prosecution anymore

most dread the future that is for sure!

 

The Foureyed Poet.