Before The Nation!

Before the nation many have volunteered

to join military forces

fighting for Queen and country in wars

proud to serve until death

facing many different enemies they went

with honour and good intent!

 

Politicians controlled them like chess pawns

dispensable in action

no thought for precious loyal fighting men

serving in appalling conditions

families waiting in constant concern at home

as into the abyss they roam!

 

There with comrades violence all around

often with devastating odds

campaigns of battle rage on into infinity

ravaging the once innocent

becoming oblivious in time to the carnage

as the spirit fills with rage!

 

Exhausted their courage can never be denied

against all odds heads held high with pride!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

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Pressure!

Another day of hard graft ended at last

as a husband struggled home

drained of energy eager to see his wife

on a damp dark cold night

not wanting to show his rising stress

just feel her tender caress!

 

Working two jobs to make ends meet

the wife worked all day

two teenager children well thank god

a mortgage and rising debt

had become to him an increasing strain

but his hope would remain!

 

Society was creating too much pressure

bills and taxes ruled

cost of living forever on the upward scale

holidays but a memory

easy to feel there was no fun anymore

there were many really poor!

 

Wars raging refugees and homeless growing

the seasons disappearing

what was his reasons to moan he was lucky

home at last always glad

the wife was in the kitchen making dinner

noisy music he was a winner!

 

A kiss from his wife hello dad from the kids

they sat as a family together

at that moment all frustrations evaporated

until the new day felt good

money could not better this precious time

to him it was sublime!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

Aware!

An odd sensation was all she was aware

a pain and the darkness

awoke suddenly alone in her apartment

as if from a deep sleep

everything seemed exactly as before

yet different was so sure!

 

On the large settee she found herself laid

adjusting her blurred vision

her pet dog came to lick the hanging hand

but never felt the sensation

concerned sat up it was then she realised

life had been deprived!

 

Her body was on the settee white and still

yet she seemed so real

the dog slowly backed away as if in fear

her husband came in

from a night shift and to her side ran

a tired shattered man!

 

She had loved him now could not touch

only watch as he tried

to revive the woman he had just wed

phoning for an ambulance

in shock laid beside her loudly praying

their pet with a ball playing!

 

Paramedics came very quickly with aid

watching expecting the light

her husband holding their fluffy pet dog

hearing every word they said

both tried everything to start the heart

not wanting her forever to part!

 

Surely it was too late life had now passed

but a weird sensation

more pain a deep breath and a gentle kiss

a warm hand gentle breath

knowing she was back alive and not alone

really hearing his soft tone!

 

Upon a stretcher drips in arms on oxygen

heading to the medical centre

heard a voice an image of her dead father

faintly saying not your time

my precious child but I am always near

later was certain she did hear!

 

Eighteen months seemed to have flown by

their dreams had come true

back in hospital for birth of their child

the problems now melted away

happily over time her strength grew

incredibly life had begun anew!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Underpass!

In the underpass sat a hunched male figure

wrapped in an old blanket

a woollen hat pulled down over his head

beside him his precious dog

his sad eyes following those walking by

listening to his masters silent cry!

 

In front a small sign written in large letters

simply read please help

a chipped mug placed close to his feet

some people showed him pity

putting loose change in before moving on

never asking what was wrong!

 

Not until that day man and dog were gone

was it noticed the empty space

at the same moment on a lonely riverside

a dog was barking frantically

running alone along the slippery wet bank

where a body had recently sank!

 

A blanket laid half-submerged at the edge

definitely something was wrong

a couple ran over concerned about the dog

spotting a body drowned

another life lost where nobody really cared

yet sadness they both shared!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Sunday

Sunday use to be the day of rest

all was quiet wherever you went.

Little or no traffic then not a pest

every one was full of good intent.

Peace and quiet the family together

simple pleasures lasting forever.

 

Nobody rushed it was a day to unwind

aroma of dinner was always around.

A snooze to digest and chill the mind

precious times to enjoy was found.

Laughter filled the house on this  day

after tea time for games to play.

 

Life has changed to a much faster pace

no moment to waste today it seems.

Rushing work and play like a race

relaxation is only in their dreams.

Not happy with cards or leisurely walk

or get together and simply talk.

 

Those times now just part of our history!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Polluted!

The sun shines its golden light and heat

down on a polluted sad landscape.

Why humans seem unable to see

this world is dying all around their feet.

Trees  by natures winds bending their shape

blowing around the earth uninhibited free.

Nature reserves and precious countryside

disappears as more and more buildings appear.

Roads manifest scaring more areas that remain

the urban crawl moves on less places to hide

As boundary lines are becoming unclear.

noise and traffic fumes gain pace how insane.

Towns within towns villages absorbed as well

no mercy for natural green open spaces.

Countryside and animals blend into the sprawl

scavenging from the humans disposable hell

Covertly hardly ever leaving any trace

adapting and caught up in our almighty fall.

 

I can remember fifty years ago. More green fields less road traffic and fewer people. No home computers or mobile phones.  Villages where villages and town were towns and nice roads in between.

 

The Foureyed Poet.