Parting!

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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Quiet Day!

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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Dog Walk!

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.

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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.

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