Amelia!

He was now thirty yet he remembered

as though it was yesterday

had been reluctant to come back here

the house in which he was born

even now he wanted to turn and run

with this house was not done!

 

Was three when my friend first arrived

an only child found it lonely

parents to busy to take notice of me

the nanny was very harsh

when Amelia came wanted be a friend

misery came to an end!

 

At first it was great days of laughter

running around the garden

climbing trees somebody to talk to

but after a while realized

nobody else could see her accept me

wondered who she could be?

 

The day nanny came into my bedroom

heard me chatting to Amelia

became irate unable to see anybody else

was quick to inform my parents

thinking I had a problem with my mind

wanted my mental state defined!

 

Would not believe that Amelia was real

as they could not see her

was sent to psychiatrists to be assessed

but nothing was found wrong

resigned themselves to leave me alone

for me no more reasons to moan!

 

It was decided to have me home schooled

so that was my education

arranged which pleased me being a loner

already had a good friend

on my twelfth birthday an accident occurred

though my memory was blurred!

 

Nanny to me had truly out stayed her welcome

just wanted her to leave

heard the awful scream ran to the staircase

she laid still head twisted

saw Amelia smiling at the top as my dad came

taken as an accident nobody to blame!

 

Maybe I was blase or to young to understand

but nothing was the same

my parents had never shown me any love

it was if they did not care

always out or away on a long business trip

in their world did not fit!

 

At sixteen did start to question why Amelia

did not seem to age at all

she always laughed and never did explain

it was then while in the garden

an attractive girl looked over the brick wall

emotionally for her did fall!

 

A young family had just moved in next door

soon we were talking together

having lived a sheltered life this was exciting

soon it was apparent Amelia

certainly was not happy would soon regret

that the girl next door had met!

 

Standing back from the now derelict house

could still visualize the arrest

being driven away proclaiming my innocence

as they had found Lizzie

outside on the patio she had been strangled

her beautiful body mangled!

 

Had gone to bed on my that’s all I could recall

with my past history they decided

maybe in a state of insanity must have killed

tried to tell them not by my hand

but my parents in their room they were found

strangled gagged and bound!

 

Thirty years on had been released on license

it was felt they had cured me

even now by my side Amelia stood smiling

we are together Andy forever

your one true friend I have waited for you

what she was had no clue!

 

Knew we were bound together until my end!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

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Surrounded!

They surrounded the bed where their mother lay

like vultures waiting for the victim to expire

gasping for breath faces becoming more clouded

within was at peace her life had been good

not wanting any family and friends to feel sadness

memories to be good not linger or depress!

 

Certainly not left with no love ones to give comfort

not in a dark dank slum or leaking tent

was in her own warm comfortable and familiar bed

a figure dressed in white glowed nearby

her husband to smiled patiently waiting in shadow

recall flowed like a slide show!

 

Not young satisfied she had no regrets or bad secrets

there for the children and grandchildren

her daughter sat holding mothers hand tightly so cold

peace filled that bedroom eyes closed

breathing stopped as her soul left the vessel at last

she was now part of history past!

 

Holding the man she had married and left far to soon

took one more gentle gaze at the family

then guided by the angel through that brilliant light

those present sensed she had passed on

praying over the empty body they loved so very dear

in unity they would forever be near!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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.

 

 

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.

 

 

 

Moment Of Relief!

That smile filled with a moment of relief

the journey long and arduous

from the horrors of war and occupation

tears gushed tension released

remembering the loss of their relations

now seeking new foundations!

 

Torn from the life they knew and loved

persecuted treated poorly

shattered lives forced to witness cruelty

and unspeakable acts

memories that would never be deleted

together never more defeated!

 

Both young and hopeful the couple gazed

from the ships upper deck

slowing as it entered the busy harbour

in their new homeland

gaunt and battle weary they embraced

as together the future faced!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

Intruder?

By their appearance together they were happy

even though a short period

had passed romance had certainly evolved

both well-known personalities

in their chosen careers each had excelled

high respect for both held.

 

It could not be predicted what happened

the night before saint valentines

in the early hours awful screams heard

followed by four gunshots

and sirens disturbing the still night air

start of the tragic affair!

 

Emergency services entered a fatal scene

inside the luxury home

a trail of blood and a dead young woman

shot in the man’s arms

the search for the truth would now begin

in a tragedy none could win!

 

The circumstances to this horrendous death

would become complex

the scene did not look right to the trained eye

even to hardened officers

the brutality caused by the shells extreme

silent now that terrified scream!

 

Once the victim and suspect were removed

and evidence was gathered

the large house lay empty the only witness

silent with no voice to tell

unlikely the true facts would be revealed

now ever more within sealed!

 

The young woman could not tell her story

the accused living in unholy glory!

 

Was there honestly an intruder?

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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