Me! But Part Of The Whole!

Me but a part of the whole

billions just one soul

my one passion is to write

if only for my delight

though few may ever view

to me must to be true

wanting to share what I see

love you to join me

in a very corrupt society

filled with an anxiety

constantly under a threat

of death and debt

conspiracy theories abound

millions does confound

what is the real truth of life

that fills us with strife?

 

Me just a unit of humanity

fighting for his sanity

each day a new beginning

our earth is spinning

we have always been told

most with the idea sold

this crazy society observe

myself it does unnerve

what out there should we fear

the dangers so very near

do you feel the pressure rise

as they try to demoralize

what is reality and what is not

what is the actual plot?

Me! But Part Of The Whole!

TheFoureyedPoet.

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Rang!

For the first time had not switched her cell phone off

a late night with friends was so tired

just fell on the bed and remembered nothing until

the ring tone rang loudly by her head

she thrust out her arms knocking it out of her reach

went back to sleep dreaming of a sandy beach!

 

That was short lived as the cell phone rang once more

this time woke with her head banging

followed the sound peeved picked it up and answered

at first silence then a growl greeted her

reeling back dropped it switching on the bedside light

bewildered by this odd event!

 

Grabbed the pillow and hugged it tightly afraid to move

as it rang just stared at the flashing screen

without anything touching it the call was connected

a voice called her name ‘Ally I can see you!’

looking all around  could see nobody she shrieked

from her urethra the urine leaked!

 

The telephone clicked off yet felt a presence was here

frozen could not even cry out

her throat seemed dry and swollen there was no saliva

before she could ring her friend

it rang again staring at it could not move a muscle

from under the bed heard a rustle!

 

The phone answered itself and the voice even more sinister

said You are nice I want to be with you”

at that very moment two long bony hands gripped her duvet

at the end of the bed then a head

rose bald large bulging eyes a grey body the thing squatted

the flesh looked as if it had rotted!

 

With nowhere to go the young lady stared back helplessly

just said “Hello! the phone rang once more

could just make out her friends name Jane on the screen

but this thing made a terrifying yell

before leaping her life at that moment had gone forever

her blood spattered by arterial pressure!

 

A few hours later her friend came in upon the horror scene

just saw the bloody mess where Ally had been!

 

Ran out never to return Jane’s remains  were never found!

 

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Savage Streets!

Cruelty and savagery explodes upon our streets

violence multiplies in every part of society

nobodies safe in the urban jungle or their homes

promises to cure the soaring carnage have failed

deaths go on the young rule many no go areas

where is law and order to protect the people

why is the taxpayers pockets continually drained

there is still much ground left bloodstained!

 

Emergency services being attacked on their call outs

hospital staff assaulted in the emergency rooms

trying to help all the thousands of drunken revellers

as those giving support are under increasing pressure

decision makers seem to live in a different dimension

as their statistics down play just what is happening

in the harsh concrete and tarmac wastelands no control

gangs and criminals power grows evil takes its toll!

 

Is this not happening everywhere in a violent society today

where the dark side on humanity doth now prey!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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.

 

 

 

 

Uncharted Seas!

From the depths of the mainly uncharted seas

much polluted by mans progress

as fishing has nearly wiped out some species

or they have been poisoned

by what is pumped and dispersed into the brine

many choosing to ignore its decline!

 

So much uncharted still unable to reach the depths

what lay beyond our reach

creatures as yet unseen or detected in darkness

pressures man cannot survive

are there the monsters of mythology existing

detection still to us resisting!

 

Lost cities and civilisations sunk below the waves

as the minute living creatures

are dying will this bring to the surface new terrors

unidentified submerged objects

have been seen below and above oceans surface

not of known origin or its purpose!

 

Vast expanses of water covering two-thirds of earth

enigmas of what is in the deep

always talk of space and exploration of universes

yet little is known of this planet

we inhabit showing no respect or desire to save it

as our behaviour becomes shit!

 

The waves still lap the beaches as the tide roles in

yet there is a disquiet surging

expecting those who created the ecological mess

to quickly rectify their blunders

but more are created as the atomic clock ticks

there is no more luck or magic tricks!

 

The mighty sea dominates our every moment

 

its fatal force and secrets ever-present!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

At The Local Pub

In the countryside on the towns outskirts

a fine watering hole stands

attracting customers to its glorious fair

like a magnet their drawn

rarely empty people boost the atmosphere

as you enter within here.

 

The staff work so hard always on their feet

a smile often under pressure

the boss and manager Felicity is really kind

bar staff serving drinks

waitresses maneuvering by tables and chairs

missing punters in groups and pairs.

 

From early morning for the breakfast guests

through to the endless carveries

plenty of choices for vegetables and meat

as the chefs beaver away

heading up to the Christmas and the New year

the teams constantly in gear!

 

At The Local Pub.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Tess

Deep in thought life’s adventure has begun

finding when to be serious .

And when you should be having some fun

bombarded by modern living.

Feeling the pressure laid out in front of you

who is genuine and true!

 

Forming relationships with great expectations

but Tess at your tender age.

Surely the challenges of living can be thrilling

learning how to be let down.

Your horizons are widened now you own a car

time to follow that guiding star.

 

Explore and relish each and every new sunrise

focus and enjoy the wondrous world.

Most decisions are defined by our endeavours

highs and lows part of the course.

Be determined in your destiny always smile

travel through life mile by mile.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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