Tracey!

At that passed memory a deep sigh

thinking of a love lost

realising feelings had grown

pondering at what cost

confused my mind screamed out

life felt empty and hollow

nothing could console or cheer me

not happy then at being free!

 

So empty many endless hours to fill

what was Tracey doing now

grieving for her those soft moist lips

will always love her somehow

missing her tender passionate touch

it hurts deep down inside

wishing my tears would no longer fall

knowing Tracey no more would call!

 

Those hours and minutes slowly ticked by

solitude filled my years

that telephone message haunts me now

when her voice spoke harsh

never wanting to see or speak to me again

her reasons never did explain!

 

Had only left her bed twelve hours before

what went wrong a conundrum for sure

from that period in my life never redeemed

a passion for a lover I had so long dreamed!

 

Over thirty years have gone by a closure rejected

that love permanently disconnected!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

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A Lovely Daughter!

A lovely daughter full of life and hope

spending a day with her family

catching up as she now lived far away

visiting familiar and fond places

memories that could never be erased

so much joy was raised!

 

Strolling along the harbour and old pier

no thought of violence in mind

a link between father and precious child

without any warning a shot

is heard then his child sinks to the floor

his emotions soon to be raw!

 

A lone figure runs quickly from the scene

concerned only with escape

leaving a stunned father holding his sibling

fatally wounded cradled  in his arms

asking for his help he was unable to give

for this atrocity hard to forgive!

 

In silence he stayed until medics arrived

sadly too late for any hope

within those seconds reality had changed

a precious life denied

real happiness taken by a culture of evil

her place nothing could fill!

 

Rest in peace another victim of a violence!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

Monstrous!

Years after the monstrous events had passed

the buildings a vile reminder

of the atrocities thrust upon an innocent people

nothing stirred no birds sang

not even insects wanted to go anywhere near

only the ghosts were still here!

 

Though empty in a dilapidated condition today

deep depression fills the area

surrounding lands and air stifling oppressive

bombarded by unseen whispers

you are unable to imagine or even comprehend

to such depravity did descend!

 

Seemingly miles of rusting barbed wire fences

guard towers peering down

on long rotting wooden huts many destroyed

brutality treated subhuman

images seen by the world from not so long ago

lessons not learned we know!

 

Here lay the families their last resting place

generations obliterated

denied their birth right a chance to exist

through the tribulations and joy

degradation and death their ghosts remain

of the people who were slain!

 

Onward the butchery of those who want peace!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

The Tattered Flag!

On the edge of an open field hung the tattered flag

the only indication of the battle

long forgotten the torment of lost innocence

or names of the fallen soldiers

one more conflict where nothing had been won

there a feeling of death still hung!

 

Bodies buried in shallow graves where each fell

young lives ended in torment

grass now covered the site and sheep grazed

where restless souls still roam

no cannon or musket fire nor smell of cordite

as two armies clash in the fight!

 

Silence is what greets the visitor to this field

pleasant during daylight hours

as the shadows lengthen a mist hangs low

and voices have been heard

crying out longingly on the endless breeze

rustling the grass and trees!

 

The tattered flag blows proudly in its salute

to those nameless soldiers

from long ago whose spirits will never leave

all those families of the fallen

remember their ancestors ultimate sacrifice

in war a cruel and futile device!

 

The tattered flag remains as a remembrance!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Old Canal Bank!

They thought it was just a large cat on the grass

by the old canal bank

drawing near the object dived into the water

large ripples spread outwards

yet silence remained creating an atmosphere

that deep-seated fear!

 

All seemed so natural the same familiar scene

over the surprise walked on

continuing chatting along the narrow tow path

reaching their favourite seat

facing the murky water the object was again sat

thinking maybe a big rat!

 

How they tried to ignore this persistent entity

there ominously not moving

to their dismay it was soon joined by another

that slid onto the bank

this was definitely bigger it began to slither

as their nerve began to wither!

 

Realising there was danger they began to run

knowing the short cut out

back onto the bustling rush hour town centre

with unprecedented speed

the now visible snake-like creature  attacked

the momentum they lacked!

 

The last to go was caught and swallowed whole

witnessing this appalling event

three friends stumbled away in complete terror

as the smaller beast lunged

tearing at a young girls foot she screamed pain

breaking free before it bit again!

 

Reaching what they hoped was a safe location

stood on the bridge looking down

upon the now tranquil canal below their feet

with no signs or undulations

what were they why had it killed their mate

for him help was too late!

 

Now in and on the canal bank nothing stirred!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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.

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