The man sat quietly thinking
why was he here
all his life tried to do his best
willing to help the rest
divorced with kids but alone
with few friends true
had tried to mix and mingle
in his sixties unfulfilled
with only memories sat alone
muttering in a sad tone!
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Parting from you was hard to bear
a sense of loss felt inside
love so deep only we could share
would know if you had lied
as together time passed so fast
without you seemed to slow
but how often reflected the past
without you life did not flow!
Those weeks passed truly lusted you
felt as if part of me was gone
missed those walks in morning dew
for your touch did greatly long
each revolution of the ticking clock
painful for me to watch alone
with sad refrain picked up the frock
thrown for reasons unknown!
My love grew while you were away
sunlight dull without you
noticing more dark clouds of grey
wondered if you missed me to
then an unexpected message sent
days sparkled with your intent!
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To him a quiet day had thought
leaving his regular place of work
no warning in cross fire caught
strangers in shadows did lurk
so happy as he walked that way
bang pain on the ground he lay!
Nothing could ever be done again
a gun culture taken another soul
an increasing number now slain
society with a souring death toll
crime does rule our way of living
beings merciless never forgiving!
Here so many futures taken away
afraid to speak safety in doubt
emotions kept behind sad eyes
families in danger if found out
a vicious circle to be dwelling in
the barrier of protection is thin!
Without his dignity there he did lay!
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She had got into the routine each evening
since getting her dog.
A chance to exercise after a day at work
living alone wasn’t good.
It was lovely having a companion and pet
contentment had been met.
Everything was well when she at last got home
the puppy ready for his walk.
So as usual changed into more casual ware
and off they happily went.
To the nearby community woodland park
by now it was getting dark.
Far later than they usually came now uncertain
about entering the trees.
It had taken on a completely foreboding feel
once within the boundaries.
Sadness consumed her being upon each tread
as she looked ahead!
Following the sound of her excited pets bark
saw a man by a tall elm.
Her dog was scratching at its base and roots
acting like he wasn’t there!
As she drew near there was no man in sight
could he be in some plight?
Uncertain who he was or could be the threat
got hold of her precious pet.
Putting on his lead so would not run off again
curious why he was digging.
Never done that before while they were here
but too dark to see clear!
Hurrying back home weary of him following
on the path easier to see.
Relieved as she got in safely both unharmed
then contacted the police.
Early the next day they came around to visit
suggestion better she sit!
Informing her that where the dog was digging
a body had been found.
It had been established the remains were male
and not been there long!
To her that was who she saw standing so sad
remembering feeling so bad!
Giving her statement the best that she could
knowing they wouldn’t believe her!
That it was a Ghost!
The Foureyed Poet.
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.
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