Contact!

He remembered the sun always shone

birds sang the air smelt fresh and crisp

it was peaceful during his childhood

always laughter that sense of security

simple pleasures playing with friends

each day had meaning without threats

there was unity and only small debts!

 

Always a sense of purpose and routine

less news was able to be broadcast

smart phones were not around to use

more people communicated by talking

most families making their simple fun

were interacting not gazing at screens

safer to play out no fear of violation

certainly far less deadly confrontation!

 

Everything now seems to fast no sincerity

but little has changed in the threats

as you walk the streets or in your homes

cyber crime makes the blood run cold

you have to face the dangers alone

neighborhood policing no longer exists

psychopaths terrorize in the shadows

as society continues to decompose!

 

Contact I remember of human interaction

created collaboration not obliteration!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

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No!

Where have they gone those days of fun

to be out with the family in the sun

simple times no television families talking

then no fear of monsters stalking

all together each Sunday for dinner and tea

that filled everybody with glee!

 

No expectations or need for material wealth

or trips to the gym for your health

plenty of plain food and that afternoon walk

happy then to simply sit and talk

computer games and smart phones yet to be

both hands and thoughts free!

 

Countryside unspoilt with no motorway blight

or endless buildings to block the sight

any news was not broadcast twenty four seven

holidays not abroad but sunny Devon!

but even then warnings of world destruction

were not broadcast like a film production!

 

Cannot deny it was far from a perfect society

far from that hope of propriety

to me seemed more contained not in your face

life was at a far slower pace

enjoyment was more simple the pressure less

no buzz word then known as stress!

 

But every decade has its ample recollections

filled with countless imperfections

catastrophes that shape the course of history

distressing cases that remain a mystery

so each new dawn we face a fresh blank day

to see if our lives continue to replay!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

kindness A Simple Word!

Is kindness such a very hard act to perform

it only takes a smile or a little respect

open a door maybe carry some shopping

not too much to ask of others surely not

helping somebody hurt or in trouble

they are not asking you for any money

selflessly wanting to give not take away

a simple word that is forgotten today!

 

Showing mercy a moment of human tenderness

not this nasty attitude of could not careless

to show somebody compassion may take courage

to overcome the trend for increasing rage!

 

Kindness is but a simple word but

will those cries for help be heard?

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Sunday

Sunday use to be the day of rest

all was quiet wherever you went.

Little or no traffic then not a pest

every one was full of good intent.

Peace and quiet the family together

simple pleasures lasting forever.

 

Nobody rushed it was a day to unwind

aroma of dinner was always around.

A snooze to digest and chill the mind

precious times to enjoy was found.

Laughter filled the house on this  day

after tea time for games to play.

 

Life has changed to a much faster pace

no moment to waste today it seems.

Rushing work and play like a race

relaxation is only in their dreams.

Not happy with cards or leisurely walk

or get together and simply talk.

 

Those times now just part of our history!

 

The Foureyed Poet.