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.

 

 

Behind The Barricade!

Behind the barricade each were equal

no distinction prevailed

expressing vocally their nation’s pride

unity of wills and passion

afraid that their identity would be lost

at an unforgivable cost!

 

From a peaceful but loud demonstration

good-humoured and fun

violence erupted and that moment gone

becoming more sinister

cries now not of joy but panic and pain

as comrades now lay slain!

 

Behind the barricades placards discarded

the tensions increasing

peaceful protests lost to a radical element

as the acrid smoke rises

from burning tyres and missiles thrown

the future now unknown!

 

The once calm and familiar city centre

streets and communal parks

now battle zones raging out of control

and the ripples of rebellion

no more talk and discussions to dwell

they enter the realms of hell!

 

On the precipice their lives on the edge!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Locked Within!

Locked within his own mind he just laid

after the heart attack

that came suddenly  without warning

in a comatose condition

to those around him motionless in bed

nothing direct could be said!

 

Had always hoped to retain his dignity

not gazed upon with pity

only lingering on for his families sake

after the years of hard work

certainly not his choice to visibly decay

laying there on display!

 

Not for him to be unable to communicate

prolonging their deep grief

this loving father wanted peaceful release

remembered as an active man

if only he could smile and talk as they sat

instead of being helpless and flat!

 

He waited for his merciful release!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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.

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