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.

 

 

Gold Band!

She looked intently at the gold band

on her long bony finger

playing with it nervously exposing

dried blood underneath

quickly she  headed to the rest room

remnants left of the groom!

 

Watching blood swirl down the sink

was satisfying to observe

she had loathed his very existence

remembering his body

was in the car boot she must leave

euphoria did not grieve!

 

Calmly walked through that busy bar

nobody noticed her pass

got in the motor now set on her course

to a lonely spot chosen

how did she get into this sordid mess

began to feel the stress!

 

Seemed a nice guy for a short while

then started his cheating

beating her up virtually every night

on this day went too far

said she was in the way so had to die

their marriage being a lie!

 

This attack forced her into the kitchen

avoiding the first blow

by the sink his hands around her throat

grasping a knife thrust it in

anger welled twisted the serrated blade

upon the table splayed!

 

Thought of pleading self-defence at first

one big problem with that

had been slowly poisoning him for weeks

one choice to disappear

she had made plans her new man waited

another identity created!

 

Into the wilderness they went one dead one reborn!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Ted!

He sat muttering to himself his cup empty

the coffee drained he longed more

others avoided him thinking he had issues

in fact he was lonely and depressed

no money for another drink life was aimless

with living could not careless!

 

It had been forever since he had lost touch

with his three young children

a career and future ended in the recession

stress became unbearable

the wife he loved left him could not cope

for Ted there was no hope!

 

He was just one in a whirlpool of many!

 

He disappeared and was never found!

 

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.

 

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