Relaxing!

My days are often spent simply relaxing

drinking coffee in a cafe

watching life pass me at a super pace

something that’s not easy

as there’s no doubt I was born lethargic

silly things I’ve done thick!

 

Always a pen and paper close to my hand

writing has kept me  sane

of course had to work not being a prodigy

playing with words always fun

there’s a question I’ve pondered forever

it’s not profound or clever!

 

I admit I’m not really a catch for the ladies

bald a beard and a wrinkly

short hairy legs and rather rotund shape

so without any delusions

my innocent observations and amazement

all seem to be content!

 

I see nice females with rather rough men

tenderly staring at each other

laughing and giggling holding hands tight

is it love or friendship found

true married twice many decades ago

not even a companion to show!

 

Scientist seek answers of great magnitude

but I still unable to fathom

also why do these couples sit close to my spot

all I can do is politely smile

occasionally it would be nice if somebody spoke

honestly I’m a real nice bloke.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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So Pale!

Admittedly a lot pints of beer was consumed

though he would not admit

that alcohol had addled his mind and vision

she did walk from the shadows

tall all in black so pale with blood on lips

dropping from her chin in drips!

 

Shocked tripped hit his head on a metal post

when he woke was there alone

friends searching found him helping home

here related what he saw

when earlier while passing the playground

turned when hearing  a sound!

 

Kept saying it was a vampire but they all laughed

he was classed as the fool

you were just drunk his mates said laughing

yet he was a terrified man

the bad dreams kept recurring each one worse

with him none would converse!

 

Afraid to leave his house after darkness descended

thinking maybe it was the drink

after months was persuaded to venture to a club

the encounters while sleeping

had stopped now sure it was in his imagination

just his own drunken creation!

 

With the intention to never being blotto again

the evening was uneventful

so good not to be the centre of fun any more

having just a couple of lagers

decided to leave early taking the same route

glad he went it was a hoot.

 

Nervous kept checking that nobody was about

tired quickly settled in bed

sleep came easy and then had an awful dream

the women was in the room

she came ever closer he was totally paralysed

waking it was now he realised!

 

This time it was happening the pain excruciating

but he could make no sound

the hauntingly attractive vampire stood wide

his blood around her mouth

it had been true his eyes glazed was this the end

not for him his body did transcend!

 

It went dark suddenly felt a surge woke painless

and a terrible thirst not for food

standing by him was the tall mysterious women

who took his hand it was good

leaving together she had chosen her latest mate

the blood lust could accelerate!

 

Those who doubted his sanity and integrity

with their lives would pay!

 

Now he was so pale!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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