That Glance

That glance he had not seen for so long

it was rather good

foolish he thought smiling his face red

that a young woman

could make him feel being wanted again

yet knew had to refrain.

 

It was only kindness and a polite gesture

this was his way

of combating the loneliness that filled him

simple interaction

gave hope to boost that emptiness inside

he still had pride.

 

That glance a smile that moment remained

within his memory

no unkind or lustful thoughts but well-being

he could interact

maybe one day he would find a special friend

his loneliness to end!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Waiting!

Waiting all my life  for that moment

missing out on love

chemistry between man and woman

always that loser

facing each day without the passion

in any fashion.

 

Forever watching and ever regretting

the isolated observer

destined to endlessly recollect the past

as the years ebb away

sometimes happy many times so sad

guilty not to be glad!

 

Knowing others must have this emptiness

that nobody notices

loneliness has no age limit being universal

blundering onwards

a smile an acknowledgement a life line

an encouraging sign.

 

But for some there can be no hope!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Unknown Intent!

Something is watching high in the sky

a silent object hovers of unknown intent.

You feel the urge to let out a bellowing cry

violating your whole being without consent.

Terror overtakes every single action you make

nobody is anywhere near to assist in your plight.

You pray from this nightmare you will awake

as you shake in the loneliness of this night.

The huge dark triangular shape is over your head

is it an alien race from a distant star.

A hopeless empty feeling of total dread

the power has gone from the battery in your car.

How the light is blinding who are these creatures

so pale and thin how they prod and poke you.

Petrified you cannot make out their features

now realising all the stories were actually true.

As it began suddenly it is once again so dark

there is no light no sound or any more pain.

Sitting in your car alone you hear a dog bark

bringing you back to reality are you insane.

Turning the ignition key the car bursts into life

with a deep breath you drive ever faster.

Desperate to get back to your worried wife

will she believe your personal disaster?

 

Dreading it is following you home the UFO!

 

The Foureyed Poet.