The Lady With Red Hair

My eyes were raised by the lady with red hair

of her presence I was aware.

Radiant and elegant you could only admire

her hair twinkling like fire.

As the sun filtered through cloudy skies

nature her gifts supplies.

 

Such a winning smile the lady with red hair

how I tried not to stare.

Pressurised in a busy working environment

seemingly calm and content.

Or maybe it was just my own personal view

and I had not a clue.

 

Was my perception of the lady with red hair

of a lonely man sat there.

Admiring the beauty that pleased the eye

watching the time go by.

Contented with the service and nice smile

enjoying company for a while.

 

I left happy to have met the lady with red hair.

 

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.

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.

Dreams

How real a dream can be

when your mind has no limits

a spirit wandering free

with no human laws to bar you

paradise and exotic places

where you can find happiness

without fear of reprisal

pleasant dreams to nightmares

time and space ours at last

the physical body now resting

travel to the future or past

be in a blockbuster the big hero

or the villian even a Pop star

limitless imagination to explore

what we see is for us alone

personal dreams only we own.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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