Chemistry!

Over their childhood years the two teenagers

lived close to each other

there was a chemistry but neither spoke

or communicated feelings

wrapped up in their harsh every day living

a love yet for them to be giving.

 

Each drawn into a nations annual contest

where two from each tribe

chosen to fight until only one would stand

with twenty-two others united

once chaste teenagers are now prepared

trained to kill no mercy spared!

 

Televised live for all to share in the gore

and excitement of the hunt

manipulated by the governing council

the young die in their plan

profit in the end rules the young lives

as the greedy contrives!

 

No regrets for those lost during the spectacle

paramount morals long gone

forging the most savage means of death

is encouraged for excitement

and to thrill the prying mass audience

making the hunt more intense!

 

Once placed onto the field of their combat

the two came to face each other

no longer secret admirers but enemies

who would must kill or be killed

during the brutal pursuit became a team

not part of the organisers scheme!

 

They saved each other from instant death

the watching public increased

the host decided to change the rules himself

as the love story unfolded

increasing the obstacles to raise risk factor

raising audiences to shout for more!

 

Nearly at their destination beasts are released

eager to rip them apart

both just making it to a safe  high vantage point

one more contestant attacks

the engineered fairytale ending nearly derailed

but between them the assailant failed!

 

Slipping off safe ground into the creatures jaws

they quickly made their escape

off the field of battle to a spot then picked up

by helicopter back to the city

where both were greeted as heroes of the hour

feeling the influence and power!

 

The euphoria would be short only one must live

the host who made the decision

was found dead and the hunt for these teenagers

would soon make them run

either of the victors it was decreed must perish

the organisers sentiment did not cherish!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Relaxing!

My days are often spent simply relaxing

drinking coffee in a cafe

watching life pass me at a super pace

something that’s not easy

as there’s no doubt I was born lethargic

silly things I’ve done thick!

 

Always a pen and paper close to my hand

writing has kept me  sane

of course had to work not being a prodigy

playing with words always fun

there’s a question I’ve pondered forever

it’s not profound or clever!

 

I admit I’m not really a catch for the ladies

bald a beard and a wrinkly

short hairy legs and rather rotund shape

so without any delusions

my innocent observations and amazement

all seem to be content!

 

I see nice females with rather rough men

tenderly staring at each other

laughing and giggling holding hands tight

is it love or friendship found

true married twice many decades ago

not even a companion to show!

 

Scientist seek answers of great magnitude

but I still unable to fathom

also why do these couples sit close to my spot

all I can do is politely smile

occasionally it would be nice if somebody spoke

honestly I’m a real nice bloke.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Bailiff!

The bailiff was determined to get his bonus

these occupants owed a lot.

Boldly strolling up to the faded paint door

his wages were secure.

But never before had such a mental shock

when upon the door did knock!

 

It had a sticky and an unpleasant rough touch

still thinking he was tough.

Until that overwhelming sense of utter despair

now his legs were like jelly.

Standing back wary and petrified to try again

to run tried to refrain.

 

At that point the door slowly began to open up

a gaunt women stood and spoke!

Swinging around was surprised by her look

yet somehow not surprised.

Reluctantly he walked back to the front step

for the first time inept!

 

She Asked him why he was calling on her today

finding it hard to utter a word!

She had that mesmerizing and haunting stare

somehow saying his spiel.

All his strength and confidence had deserted

as a pressure was exerted!

 

Denying that any money  was owed by her

and not the person he wanted.

Having to get away he apologised and left

terrified like a wimp.

Got in his car and drove away at speed

distance was his need.

 

Back in the office early the following morning

more his arrogant self.

Mentioned the woman at that odd address

it was then he learned.

The account was closed a few days before

nobody lived there any more!

 

The couple ran off in the middle of the night

and they were being traced.

Heart missed a beat listening to them speak

who had he spoken to?

Researching the property it came up blank

petrified his ego sank!

 

He fell apart after this becoming a recluse

he even went back to see.

It was smart and clean not what he’d seen

for a drink recounted the story

Yet answers the bailiff was unable to find

this sent him out of his mind!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

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