Reflection!

The years have gone by

often wonder where

on reflection think why

nobody there to share

nor guide me to see

there are those who care

to feel more carefree

but of life’s pitfalls aware

is there hope don’t know

can the future change

a resolute smile will show

even if it looks strange!

 

Few notice that your low

a mode of our time

hope the sadness will go

facing the rising crime

if only more could forgive

not just wanting to fight

in peace more could live

showing real foresight

who can we trust today

when supports not found

life’s harder every day

with such poverty around!

 

Easy to envy the wealthy

but there is a divide

for our sanity not healthy

have to swallow pride

a stable society has gone

uncertainty here to stay

no matter how we all long

living is a risk each day!

 

At the mercy of unseen forces!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

 

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Short Journey!

Through life’s short journey that can be strenuous

emotions often dominate how we react

possessive and violence are common tendencies

mar most of our rational actions we make

such as harmony cooperation with genuine care

often is an option that’s not there!

 

Discipline and self-control not forgetting respect

is often lost when many want to have fun

out for enjoyment excessive drinking with mates

to be in good company with no violent intent

yet some do like to hurt mock and with malice kill

no remorse or hesitation to them another thrill!

 

Once in a minority this evil scourge is on the rise

who will stop them as these thugs rampage on

the law is limp seemingly unable to stop brutality

these gangs think they can do what they want

fear rules everyone is at risk on our streets today

no longer certain its safe to work or play!

 

Violence surely is an evolving human abomination

where power and wealth are above contempt

for billions forced into hopelessness and despair

policing for those trying to abide the law

is slowly withdrawn because of financial restraints

disillusioned no point making complaints!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Risk Of War!

They had been warned there was a risk of war
yet nobody believed it
each wrapped up in their own daily lives
engaged in the bickering
that desperate need to make more cash
not worried of radioactive ash!

Even though around them the signs clear
at the news shed false tears!

An imaginary tale that could not happen
material gain was their aim
use resources they did not want to see
damage to other living species
as unrest continued to grow were blinded
unaware and closed minded!

A false sense nothing was wrong in society
yet there was that building anxiety!

Everything viewed upon the large screens
it seemed a distant problem
but fake news now blending into a reality
people believed what they were told
those who were once financially sound
were now in their debt drowned!

Dark clouds were forming above their heads
as they slept in their beds!

Oblivious often to reality accepted the premise
a material existence with credit cards
live for today pay for the goods at a later date
as the society gradually crumbled
they were sure everything was turning out well
as more countries and cultures fell!

Holidays were just memories and fading photos
they still wore their once new clothes!

Contamination increased the coral reef destroyed
air pollution nobody could avoid
besides the continuous wars natures wrath grew
one government was in control
those aspirations of the many eventually lost
as the robots took over workers tossed!

Nice homes and flash cars rusted and decayed
humanities finality no longer delayed!

Even those who thought wealth would keep them safe
found with resource exhausted
a battered planet unable to sustain life anymore
their stored resources gone
those long term plans and god like superiority
also became part of the majority!

Is this just the ramblings of an elderly pessimist
who has become a disillusioned optimist?

Or a possibility of what maybe?

TheFoureyedPoet.

The Calling!

Knew it was A risk in the wilderness

but had the calling to come

since he was a child this was his aim

at first the weather was fine

he had brought minimum provisions

seen this place in his visions!

 

This was his predestined lifes mission

had prayed for guidance

had worried parents from a young age

dedicated and well-studied

at twenty knew told them he must go

his family’s misgivings did show!

 

That morning he set off on his mission

rode his rebuilt motorbike

an emotional parting then he was gone

happy that day had come

parked then carried a large backpack

heading up the twisty track!

 

Now absorbed by natural surroundings

within his own thoughts

seemed oblivious to the many creatures

was contented raising his arms

praying loudly and walked as if guided

all needs would be provided!

 

Had no doubt waited his whole life for this

by the fast pure waterfall

drank the pure nectar and settled down

nightfall rapidly approached

under the stars at last he was satisfied

his future would not be denied!

 

He had no fear knew god protected him

this was a hallowed ground

here was untainted by mans savage hand

within was purified of his sins

now with the power and love in his soul

was ready to accept his role!

 

Headed home ready to become the good priest!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Marked!

Staring out from behind his closed curtains

this man was so petrified

could see the large black car parked outside

knew they were after him

there was nowhere else to hide trapped

hope and energy sapped!

 

Could not keep quiet about what he knew

his conscience could not allow

had to tell the public of alien infiltration

in the fabric of our society

even if they partly accepted his disclosures

he would risk exposure!

 

This he was prepared to do by going public

through the national papers

and television channels had nowhere to hide

had even taken documents

tried to safeguard his wife and only daughter

they to were at risk of slaughter!

 

Many colleagues had mysterious accidents

or this was the scenario used

classed as traitors for exposing information

considered of a top-secret nature

he knew the risks had been cornered here

had no time to get clear!

 

This was his private hideaway by the lakes

though knew nothing was secret

from the agents whose job it was to silence

known as the men in black

there was nothing more to be done trapped

his body and soul sapped!

 

Heard them approaching only one thing to do

sent his wife one last email

sat behind his desk calmly typed a message

laid back in the leather chair

the dark suited strangers smashed their way in

lies about him would begin!

 

Headlines read in a car crash scientist killed!

friends knew his prediction was fulfilled!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Scarecrow Like Images!

The elite army unit cautiously entered the ruined town

after days of bombardment

followed by small arms fire being wary of snipers

now had to try and make it safe

also with the risk of hidden bombs trod carefully

and ever-present insurgency!

 

From the moment they were in the destruction sector

tension overwhelmed them

from windows and doorways there they all stood

staring but when approached

these scarecrow like images were never there

of anything living was bare!

 

Each step further within the centre was a torment

feeling enclosed with death

acrid smoke replaced the air in their choking lungs

getting harder to breathe

stumbling on seeing the dark scarecrows waiting

as if the soldiers baiting!

 

From the corner of their eyes shapes made them turn

and fire erratically at nothing

they longed for this ground search to be concluded

as the emotions were unfamiliar

deep thoughts ravaged their minds making them pound

no rest here would be found!

 

This fear not only for the dead but the restless souls

as if all those who they had killed

were back to claim their lives sending them to purgatory

they had split into two groups

reunited in the square satisfied all was clear until a thud

then saw the patch of blood!

 

Diving for cover for one too late passed through his heart

even more figures congregated

the sniper spotted by a small piece of falling masonry

quickly taken out now had to leave

retreating along the same route without more men lost

knowing a line was crossed!

 

Every step being pursued by the scarecrow phantoms

even at the retrieval point

now ringed into a tight formation back to back stood

as more surrounded them

thinking they were doomed heard the chopper drone

to rescue them from the unknown!

 

The dust swirled as it descended then touched down

scrambling towards their escape

survivors and dead mate fatigued ran at the shapes

evaporating as they charged through

left traumatized reached the craft and jumped on

from here had to be gone!

 

Rising up high saw the scarecrows massing staring up

relief made the tears fall

cheering loudly had safely left the horror far behind

it was short lived as by the door

from nowhere arose what taunted them on the ground

even in the air the soldiers found!

 

Back at headquarters realised the mission a failure!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Dilemma!

What an awesome future said her husband

so excited their first child

buying their own home careers on track

with care finances good

parents to taking the news in their stride

filled with happiness and pride.

 

As the months went by the baby was fine

scans were perfect to view

mum started having pains in the chest

just indigestion it must be

nothing else that it could be so a delay

before the day she had to say!

 

Test were carried out a diagnosis found

the results were back

and the conclusions not good for her

a series heart condition

needing to have major surgery or die

but she could not comply.

 

The baby would be put at a serious risk

and not likely to live

determined her child would be safe

refused the operation

until cradled in her arms protected

the decision she elected!

 

Her husband was torn between them both

understanding the decision

months passed until the thirtieth week

her condition deteriorated

urgent caesarean section had to be done

and they had a healthy son!

 

But the strain was too much for his mum

having a spinal anaesthetic

had her wish holding him in her arms

and a precious photo saved

realising she may never see him grow

that day did not let it show!

 

But she is still alive and continuous fighting

every day a precious gift!

 

The Foureyed Poet

Streaks!

Streaks of white across the cloudless skyline

indicating a plane had crossed

visual signs of airliners zigzagging above

as the air traffic ever expands

risk of accidents and mishaps increases

night and day never ceases!

 

Dangers are low its said compared to roads

but planes are becoming bigger

far more passengers and freight carried

no money made on the ground

we take little notice of the man-made bird

until a tragedy has occurred!

 

In that intense eagerness for constant travel

and the need to boost revenue

raising the hazards to a more dangerous level

where lives seem dispensable

crammed in a flying tube problems unforeseen

reliant on crew and machine!

 

Each and every day we gamble with our lives

in our homes moving around

no guarantee of safety can ever be assured

but an expectancy of long life

dreaming of flying away to exotic destinations

with those tingling expectations!

 

Aboard jets that leave streaks across the skies!

 

The Foureyed Poet.