So Easy To Hurt!

Walking slowly around my garden

looking at the grass and dirt

reflecting my past a bad bargain

much has happened many hurt

its gone can’t be changed now

making a simple life more difficult

easy for small problems to be big

takes no effort to pass an insult

intending each remark just to dig

still going on causing an atmosphere

not always sure why we do it is clear

for absolutely no reason it can start

really strange as our time is short

verbal poison yet with love in the heart

a case of couples unwittingly caught

in a trap they just can’t get out of easily

gone the will to repair damage feasibly!

 

At last sitting down on a calm warm morn

waking from a daydream sort of state

none the wiser of mans ways on this dawn

in a modern society do we all need a mate

breaking up often bitter hard to contemplate

life moves fast should be no time to hate!

 

A row can erupt into a lifetime of deep regret!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

Advertisement

The Coin!

On a bright sunny day near the shops a teenager

became inquisitive he could see

by a drain cover something reflecting sun light

bending to pick it up was surprised

only to find that this was a coin looking like new

soon this find he would rue!

 

Sure he had discovered a valuable piece of treasure

put it in his pocket very pleased

walking to meet his girlfriend at a nearby store

eager to tell her of the coin

nestled in his trouser pocket that he had spotted

with her he was so besotted.

 

Approaching could see her ahead impatiently waiting

not looking walked into a post

doubled up on the pavement in pain being shunned

as he got up she was running

before reaching him a car swerved sharply she was hit

aghast he could not believe it!

 

Adrenaline began to pump around his now aching body

luckily a glancing blow shaken

got up flustered and sore apart from that seemed okay

he was sympathetic after his knock

the elderly car driver was not so lucky a heart attack

wanting to help but was pulled back!

 

An ambulance paramedic said the man was deceased

his girl they said should be checked

so ended up in the casualty unit just to make sure

why had this happened he mused

then remembered the coin he had recently found

was it bad luck concerned frowned.

 

Hours later they left nearly run down by a trolley

as it sped by with a patient

it was at that point he threw the coin on the grass

outside  that made him feel good

hand in hand they got on a bus happily together

it felt right and still nice weather.

 

A short time later an ambulance paramedic saw a glint

in the grass as he went by

and thought himself lucky as he picked up the coin

but immediately nearly tripped

just saving himself thought nothing of it and walked on

with no idea there was anything wrong!

 

Reaching his ambulance and his fellow crew member

this would be a day they would remember!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Into My Life

She came into my life sitting close by

both being a little coy

we were with friends and never spoke

but the moment wrong

you remained within my curious mind

love had never been kind!

 

Weeks went by chemistry could not deny

until that day after work

went for a coffee relaxing reflecting alone

when a gentle voice spoke

surprised glanced up to the pleasant sound

it was you there I found.

 

Natural conversation between us seemed easy

and a relationship grew

slowly and surely developed  into partnership

every moment  a joy

that bond of mutual respect and real fun

no harsh battles to be won!

 

Into my life you certainly  came.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Gallows!

High on the gallows he stood his death near

the rope tight around his neck!

Reflecting on how he ended in this position

from a respected shop keeper.

To conspirator against his beloved country

his innocence no bargaining plea!

 

Within just a few seconds would live no more

conversations with customers .

Were overheard and misconstrued by some

as plotting against the crown.

Speaking his mind on the increasing unrest

mostly said only in jest.

 

Word soon got back to parliamentary forces

and action followed swiftly.

He and the few other so-called conspirators

were dragged into court.

Tortured to confess to what they’d not done

freedom would not be won!

 

Humiliated and shunned by those once friends

his family had to escape.

Within those endless unbearable few weeks

each one was brought here.

With his last breath shouted out it was not true

trap door opened he dropped through!

 

Innocent or guilty to him it mattered no more!

 

The Foureyed Poet.