How do we define a human beings life
that seems to click into place
is sweetness and bright without strife
others only nightmares do face
maybe earth for some a Heaven state
many Hell just misery and hate!
The rest live in a struggling neutral mode
juggling their burdens and heavy load
who are just able to live not thrive
hardships for billions who do not survive!
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Bright flashing Christmas lights are everywhere you turn
families enjoying the ever-increasing expensive fare
the time when Peace and Goodwill should be around
prices rising yet expectations by excited children high
to what they want to receive from old Santa Clause
do the youngsters appreciate just how lucky they are
when once modest presents were given and enjoyed
now expensive gifts are demanded simplicity is void!
Unbelievable still today another side to the season
many without anywhere to live or money to spend
struggling to survive facing cold and no prospects
each with a different reason for their state of living
desperately lonely a society not keen on giving
where many rely on benefits and charities for hope
especially at Christmas when compassion is sort
adding mercy love and a genuine kind thought!
That season is here prices higher than ever before
the affluent have no real care for those floundering
not for them food banks their only way to eat
nor fearing the court bailiffs banging on their door
is it not a myth the season of Peace and Goodwill
as death and destruction of humanity is in overkill!!
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Like ants scurrying life went on far below
while several miles in the sky
an airline pilot knew there was a problem
the passengers were aware
after the shudder and bangs occurred
the assurances all were absurd!
Fear was etched on the air stewards faces
as the plane rapidly lost elevation
both the pilots struggling to regain control
passengers to filled with dread
oxygen masks came rapidly into their view
another bang as left engine blew!
Alarms sounded it was heading for the ground
no panic yet an expectation
nor screams or crying but a disturbing calm
each felt this their final destination
emergency crews ready at the nearby airport
impacting runway that was too short!
Crashing onto the tarmac at too high a speed
metal grating as plane ripped apart
fuel igniting spilling out of ruptured tanks
fire truck ready with foam spray
those inside waited for broken plane to stop
heading for a sheer drop!
With inches to spare the plane came to rest
now a raging fire people still alive
rescuers there to save to help survivors
fearing the worst they strived
to quell the savage flames and get them out
had anybody lived there was doubt!
For some astounding reason all were spared
now and forever a bond they shared!
The cause of the near disaster yet to be determined!
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The millions struggling to cope with life
seeking to find happiness
anyway they can in a controlling society
where violence is close by
moments of joy snatched before its taken
the innocent are forsaken!
The clash of different cultures is it a myth
instigated to divide us
when the people want to interact as one
sharing their friendship
not wanting to inflict such awful suffering
as humanity is stuttering!
Are we not the same people from all nations
hating each other by actions
taken by those we trust for our existence
to safeguard our security
but now the fear of attack has escalated
our lives too complicated!
What will each day bring more uncertainty
as out there evil doth prey
as the darkness engulfs unsuspecting beings
nowhere for us to go and hide
those hands of destruction grow stronger
as common sense exists no longer!
Let Peace Love and Cooperation be more
than hollow words to stop the war!
The Foureyed Poet.
There alone in the room felt enclosed
yet somehow something lingered
sounds though faint made him shiver
no radio or any other distractions
could have made those creepy sounds
as knocking in his head pounds!
What was so close yet he could not see
nothing visible but why so petrified
afraid to move or look around the room
surely this must be his imagination
his breath now was becoming strained
his strength and willpower drained!
The open door closed wanted to scream
the air chilled heard a faint whisper
understood not a syllable of any words
mouth became so dry his heart raced
on his sweaty neck a sudden sharp pain
no longer within could he remain!
What was here tormenting his very being
a shadow appeared and circled him
a physical push made him fall to his knees
summing up what energy he had left
crawled to the door struggling to his feet
prayed this specter he could defeat!
As it began that awful sensation had gone
but the scars within were really strong
what had happened just could not explain
to this day vividly remains in his brain!
The Foureyed Poet.
Why he had agreed to help his old mate
was to return a favour
what favour to this day never recalled
just help me move my gear
to a new flat well seemed a simple task
was he about to be a jackass?
Inside the car and the boot was crammed
setting off to find the address
surprised on seeing where he was moving
a huge refurbished asylum
turned into varying sized flats for rent
his at the top a long ascent!
That was when it dawned this was a mistake
first the lift did not work
no matter how many presses of the button
nothing would happen at all
struggling to the stairs his arms were full
then it came hard staying cool.
Ran back just as the door closed so annoying
this happened three times
before he gave up having to go up six floors
as he got to the floor level
the lift had arrived first out of breath cursed
as to himself conversed!
Down the corridor saw what looked like a nurse
approaching went to speak
but they proceeded to fade and then disappear
his mate had not made it yet
confounded wearily moved to number fifty-one
but actually wanted to run!
Dropped the gear exhausted heard heavy footsteps
expected to see his tired friend
coming closer but there was nobody to be seen
yet was sure somebody was close
feeling oppressed the atmosphere seemed choking
with his emotions stroking!
Standing afraid to move his mate staggered his way
surprisingly jovial and spoke
wondering why he looked so scared and miserable
struggling to utter even a word
could not understand why he did not perceive
made his excuses had to leave!
Almost falling down the stairwell glanced upwards
for a few seconds saw a figure
at the top before making his way to the outside
petrified as he got to his car
promising himself never again to enter within
for he feared what resided herein!
Many stories continue to be told about the asylum!
The Foureyed Poet.
Looking down at my young clear skin
full of energy and hope
innocent not seeing any fear around
a life time ahead of me
then no internet nor mobile phones
robots and human clones!
Less complicated not the pressures
vinyl records and cassettes
shops closed Sundays families spoke
safe for children outside
being able to grow in natural stages
not endless exam pages!
Today I look down at my ageing skin
struggling to keep warm
nobody calls or ever bothers to visit
harder to pay rising bills
families split lacking close support
respect no longer taught!
The elderly are considered a burden
in this faltering society
where corruption affects everybody
greed no compassion
services shut for lack of funds its said
on egg shells we do tread`!
Life may have been hard but people cared
kindness and help freely shared!
The Foureyed Poet.
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