Late!

She was lost in a strange town late at night

feeling the worst from the booze

had been separated from her best friend

found herself in a street of terraced

houses many boarded up and vandalised

her situation had not analysed!

 

Sweating had to vomit it projected outward

into the pitch black of an alley way

almost falling but a graffiti covered wall

kept her on unstable aching legs

her eyes watery began to feel unprotected

alone afraid and dejected!

 

Noises around her footsteps a bottle smashed

a rasping growl from her right

there was something close by in the alleyway

certain it was coming towards her

started to walk then tried to run but tumbled

onto broken glass crumpled!

 

Sharp pain was added to all her other misery

tried to crawl leaving a blood trail

there was nobody about she was isolated

could move no more exhausted

again heard a guttural growl then by her side

a dog stood had nowhere to hide!

 

It was huge snarling fangs exposed dripping

saliva all over her broken body

the eyes black that overwhelmed her soul

the stench of its breath nauseous

screamed frenziedly certain this the end

with no energy her being to defend!

 

Soon lost consciousness through exhaustion

and oozing from the glass wounds

suddenly found herself being rudely shaken

then a voice she thought was an angel

at first was distant yet a growing awareness

a determination to survive did caress!

 

Blurred vision cleared and there was her friend

paramedics were in attendance

she now laid upon a cot within the ambulance

as a chill made her shudder

but just before they parted she saw once more

the dog watching as they shut the door!

 

Realised this terror had not been a hallucination!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Lived!

They had lived here for thousands of years

generation born and died

in their culture with happiness and unity

there was nothing to fear

but the worry of drought or torrential rain

communities to sustain!

 

Risk of bandits or disputes with neighbours

but problems resolved together

or through compromise and code of honour

the children knew freedom

no hatred cruelty wars nor sense of despair

where there was mercy and care!

 

They could each exist with their own free will

until settlers came to call

no understanding for the native inhabitants

what they wanted cruelly took

driving them off their ancient and sacred land

where each made their last stand!

 

From then on that tranquillity and peace gone

that virgin land ripped apart

the resources gauged out for power and profit

from the earth they loved

live stock slaughtered their paradise now taken

from their inherited culture did awaken!

 

Survival death and misery would be their future!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Eternally!

Eternally the conflicts with no everlasting accord

the children suffering and dying

the grieving families living in squalor and rubble

cries for mercy and peace

as the shells and bombs rained down evermore

who were the enemy nobody sure!

 

The misery continues the guns are never silent

so many torn from their homelands

hidden agendas are pursued the people victims

land scorched buildings flattened

a constant movement of wretched humanity

caught up in the insanity!

 

How the many yearn for that feeling of friendship

when all nations can unite

earth home for humankind to find that respect

know that we are all one people

hand in hand solving problems without threat

when hatred and anger we can forget!

 

Maybe just a dream but the thought gives a spark of hope!

 

TheFoureyedPoet

 

Trapped!

Though all around the voices were distant

in his own thoughts was trapped

that smile from his face had long gone

on him age had taken its toll

from hope to pessimism causing misery

realising he had become a visionary!

 

But he knew this was just the recollections

of the life he had once enjoyed

conversations now were only with himself

the ability to communicate lost

could only sit in the nursing home trapped

his life-force now sapped!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Free!

Within the once vast and open wilderness

where wild animals were free

passing their lives without intervention

from hunters and seekers of land

killing the prey for their breeds survival

fearing no human arrival!

 

No more their security and safety assured

as the numbers rapidly dwindle

some becoming extinct as the killing excels

left to die in agony and pain alone

poachers only interest the profits they make

not the misery they create!

 

The rich and ruthless have no mercy to give

for any destruction of animal life

nor the ever advancing human colonisation

and their shrinking habitation

creatures who should live and be protected

by many their rights not respected!

 

Man thinks on earth he is the superior being

not caring species are rapidly disappearing!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

That Moment Of birth!

That moment of a birth the joy and pride

expectations for the perfect future

but often this is not always the fairy tale story

of many whose lives are of misery

and squalor brought up in a violent background

guns and bombs the only sound!

 

Hounded with families out of their natural homes

through history the pattern repeats

stability is something that millions can never know

forced to be nomadic not by choice

some overcome adversity and find the good path

others it will lead to wrath!

 

It has to be said even those in theory who are born

into society’s good life stray

humans can too often be easily led the wrong way

poverty is far from misguiding

for those who have the misfortune to live that life

facing years of this strife!

 

Help is offered in different ways in these catastrophes

aid to support and give a little hope

countries involved do not seem to help their people

relying on aid from western countries

yet hatred and tribal disputes over centuries exist

and hope of peace many do resist!

 

Major nations pursue to take sides violence persists

the compassion factor ignored

corruption or greed has always been in our makeup

nothing has changed in that process

even with the unstable and endless human unrest

is there still not much to be blest?

 

I refuse to give up the belief in mankind just yet!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Rivers Flowing!

Through  natural evolution the rivers flow

normal levels acceptably low

gently meandering across the fallow land

unobtrusive without demand

normally mankind’s friend just co-existing

no threats persisting!

 

But with these changes in climatic margins

patterns of disaster it brings

high winds and rain on a ferocious scale

leaving Homo sapiens frail

unable to cope the onslaught of power

all they can do is cower!

 

Tranquillity a fading part of expectation

uncertainty and consternation

routine a longed for dream of past years

many brought to tears

as property and lives are washed away

creation has no rules to obey!

 

A fine distinction from peace to total war

we are but brittle straw

easily soaked and flushed into the drains

unable to control the rains

no respect for damage on earth imposed

as options for survival posed!

 

As the misery of the weather vastly increases

and society crumbles into pieces

nature and mans induced calamities multiply

how many millions will die?

 

Will mankind nature or aliens cause our demise?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Birth Of A Child!

That joy at the birth of your child

the harsh reality of life

many children born into misery

where they struggle

to survive without love or care

no hope just despair!

 

That gift of life should be cherished

not allowed to die

born into poverty or loveless home

neglected or forgotten

created through an act of violence

a child with no defence!

 

Just an unwanted living human being

given no love or compassion

around war-torn places and poverty

families pushed around

like herds of frightened cattle driven

and no compassion given!

 

This may not be in countries of conflicts

children find no care

such awful crimes do happen anywhere

they are our future

and deserve the chance of a decent life

without constant strife!

 

Most children are wanted and happily grow

but too many that love never know!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Hotel!

From the outside looking sparkling revitalised

hotel newly renovated after a fire.

Destroyed it inside empty for twenty-five years

home to drug users and vagrants!

A long history of violence dogged with grief

an enigma cursed was the belief!

 

Murders unexplained disappearances reported

stories that enthralled the public.

No doubt some magnified to increase interest

this changed as building work began!

Slowing down progress and pressing deadline

a falling wall broke a workers spine!

 

Human bones were found under the basement floor

and at the bottom of the lift shaft!

Some swore they were pushed down the stairs

yet nobody was ever seen there.

Work crews refused to enter making publicity bad

making the owners very mad!

 

Most of the incidents were never told to the public

until the grand opening day!

Locals knew of its jaded and frightening past

the media mixed in with guests.

Filling the large impressive restaurant and bar

the unseen would be the star!

 

As the opening was going well guests having fun

the mayor had re-opened the hotel.

First sign of trouble as balloons fell unprompted

from the ceiling it went dark.

Alarms sounded that indicating there was a fire

the situation seemed dire!

 

An evacuation plan was immediately put into action

removing the many gathered inside.

Furniture and crockery began to be flung all about

flames and smoke could be smelt!

Most got out before the fire doors slammed tight

the new owners a terminal plight!

 

This time it burnt to the ground and collapsed

no way to rise up again.

The site was levelled turned into a memorial

to those lost over the years.

Nothing would grow the birds would never sing

only misery did the building bring!

 

Even to this day if anybody went to near the plot

the evil can be sensed the ground still hot!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Rainfall!

From a quiet tiny stream into a raging torrent

as high volumes of rain falls with intent.

Onto the grasslands forming artificial lakes

lives property and businesses high stakes

Swollen rivers burst their banks flooding homes

as the surge of water indiscriminately roams!

 

That heavy rain that never seems to stop pouring

down the streets at speed it comes roaring.

Into many properties in its way water is merciless

cold and filthy always leaving a trail of mess.

Sodden ground unable to absorb man an obstacle

flooding becomes soul-destroying and cruel!

 

Misery and heartache as the fast wind blows

and heavy rain saturates the water flows!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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