Refugees?

The small group of refugees stuck together

as if in a family unit

young men and women with one intent

minds aligned to hate

despising those who did not think their way

or in their beliefs pray!

 

Had it in their minds to cause the west mayhem

each focused on the same path

those who did not follow in their philosophy

were a target to harm

more twisted thinking none wanting any peace

just hatred and violence to release!

 

Through history they were not a new evil breed

but part of a radical creed

thus everybody was wrong if they did not agree

narrowly fixated without grace

within their suicidal cruel and sadistic thought

the innocent a solution sought!

 

Not caring who were the people they obliterated

or upon which powerful nation

the planet has become an endless battleground

where populations exist in fear

uncertain where any safety could ever be found

and fanatics no more their lives to hound!

 

Yet with spiralling terror when all is said and done

no matter what background most folks are one!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

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Scent!

That sweet alluring scent made him turn

as she walked closely by

long fair hair glinting in the early light

just catching a glimpse

but the exhilarating smell lingered on

for her he did so long!

 

Could not lose the smell absorbed within

an image of flowing hair

intrigued to know what her image could be

frustrating his manly urges

just a glimpse but their auras had touched

why did he like her so much?

 

With an ever rapidly growing intensity he saw

an image with snarling teeth

in his decreasing waking and sleeping spells

the same form repeating

yet always the smell of that addictive perfume

his whole being did consume!

 

For an endless time had this pursuing torment

oblivious to any reality

afraid of another visitation of growing intensity

unable to grasp the cause

or comprehend the link between that meeting

and scent as his life was retreating!

 

With a jolt he opened his now heavy eyelids

his first sense to return smell

a blond woman by his side the scent strong

smiling and holding his hand

the one so sure that filled his every thought

no more to be sought!

 

She told him they were  married his new wife

but it did not ring true

the scent overpowering he felt blissfully calm

maybe this was his life

without actual proof  this existence was real

yet had a pleasant feel!

 

In truth he was in a deep coma after being hit

by the woman drunk driver

his last conscious moment was her expression

the blond hair of the paramedic

the scent recently put on was him at the scene

the injuries worst they had seen!

 

Now forever in his virtual perfect world Locked!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

That Moment!

That moment the mother would never forget

as she sat to recall the events.

Of that day she went to the shopping centre

with her lively young son.

A child who was determined to walk not ride

hard to keep by her side.

 

Much busier than when they’d been before

containment not an easy task.

Bought him new shoes would not take off

stress levels were rising.

Saw a dress could not resist putting it on

did not see any wrong.

 

But in a lapse of thought for a few seconds

never checked he was close.

Seeing how the dress fitted in the mirror

it was nice feeling good.

Realising he was not sitting on the chair

screaming ran out of there!

 

Shouting her son’s name drawing attention

staff and customers came.

Security were soon fulfilling an active role

organising a major search.

Talking to her for information and support

as the small lad was sought.

 

Police were brought in as there was no sign

dad came to be at hand.

Both parents comforting each other in shock

as minutes turned in to hours.

The crowded building cleared of passers-by

quiet hoping to hear even a cry!

 

Cameras showed he had wandered outside

nobody had seen him since.

Concern was mounting for his well-being

he was only five two days ago.

Reporters gathered hungry for any news

ready to write their views.

 

The light was fading as the temperature fell

everyone hoping he was well.

In the manager’s office they couldn’t leave

waiting holding onto hope.

A liaison officer there to keep them in touch

as it was becoming too much!

 

A police unit searched a nearby open park

happily found the lad asleep.

Safely within an enclosed children’s slide

sending for mum and dad.

Both elated and eager to hug their boy

relieved and filled with joy.

 

But realising how lucky to find him unharmed

how easy to be a different story!

Watching now tucked up in his racing car bed

he could have been lost.

Their problems were put into context that day

when their child went astray!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

The Stakeout!

The detective sat on an all night stake out

watching for a violent suspect

a twenty-six year veteran of the force

hardened to any type of crime

nothing he thought could test his sanity

or question even his humanity!

 

After midnight always a hard time for him

but a tip-off had been received

that a drug dealer was expected here

to visit a popular club

a dangerous man they’d wanted for a while

known to be ruthless and vile!

 

From a window of a flat over a take away

opposite the exclusive venue

the target boldly got out of a sports car

entering security let him in

nothing out of the ordinary that’s for sure

he spotted something more!

 

Two male figures seemed to just appear

sinister suited silhouettes

stood then turned going into the club

as if they hadn’t been seen

he could see them needed to know more

a mystery not to ignore!

 

Showing his badge was allowed go within

noisy hot and flashing lights

saw the mark and unidentified beings

distracted for a second

they’d gone got his team in at top speed

with a search to proceed!

 

The villain had gone and was never found

case was closed left pending

who were the figures he the only witness

where had they come from

nobody believed what was in his report

the truth had to be sought!

 

It would not be long before it occurred again

and the detective knew he was sane!

 

Now one man on a mission of exploration

to find the answer!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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