Seashore!

Awoke early that morning feeling restless

had the urge to go to the beach

never a lover of water yet was compelled

by the need to be near the sea

the tide was coming in a breeze skimmed

along the sands making it swirl

as it quickly penetrated his mouth and eyes

the position trying to rationalize!

 

Calm approaching this place of tranquility

yet he could not understand

the turmoil his body was being buffeted

by unseen assailants around him

could not break away paralyzed with fear

the sea now lapping at his chest

anger grew within flickering lights ahead

had to hold the beachhead!

 

Could now hear raised voices a battle cry

suddenly part of a combat force

violently lashing out at spectral figures

mind in turmoil as the fighting

raged everywhere such pain and blasts

smell of death filled his nostrils

as a huge wave thrust him back to shore

exhausted he could take no more!

 

Sand shook as if hoards of feet pounding

a blinding flash consciousness lost

with a shudder was aroused by his partner

had been worried by his long absence

slowly standing could see all was peaceful

so cold and wet from the tide

must be some kind of seizure assumed

shaken together the stroll resumed!

 

An experience he would long ponder about

but neither noticed footprints

leading off the beach and a pulsating light

under the sea near the shore

a woman and her dog soon walked that way

it stopped and started barking

staring out to sea then the animal was gone

the owner knew something was wrong!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

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Reflection!

Christmas celebrations now an expensive memory

new year hangovers have abated

twenty seventeen just embedded in your thoughts

world turmoil continues

without even a moment of reflection of human cost

where compassion is lost!

 

Those enthusiastic resolutions are already forgotten

salaries and work a growing issue

more food banks created as the belts become tight

yet money there for public buildings

with the brexit deadline quickly looming up ahead

filling many with a sense of dread!

 

Europe seems more divided and a new president-elect

an air of depression lingers

for most they are resigned for yet another tough year

with the added fear of attack

the trust in politicians dividing our crowded nation

there is a need for unity and cooperation!

 

Sound a familiar pattern that keeps on repeating

every country has its tribulations

people have to battle on no point in weeping

with countless social frustrations

but for us to survive there must be some hope

or as problems soar we may not cope!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Unseen!

Is there a malicious unseen agenda

that does not want unity

where humanity would join as one

instead of our destruction

intent on fanning the flames of hate

when people want to debate!

 

Dividing the masses for the privileged

creating fear and mistrust

taking us away from a righteous path

into the depraved depths

when we know not what is happening

a scenario for many baffling!

 

Death and chaos is a daily occurrence

the threat of total anarchy

your neighbours and friends the foe

everybody filled with mistrust

as understanding slips into that abyss

hope evermore we shall miss!

 

Or is the turmoil part of an ongoing plan?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Cliff Edge!

How could they end up on the cliff edge

she though it just another row

both moving apart surely a bad patch

until she mentioned her affair

only briefly while he worked abroad

her phone calls had ignored!

 

Met while young neither yet matured

but there was a special love

realising it may not save the marriage

could not change her actions

never expected to be up here pleading

as the marriage was receding!

 

Anguish had overtaken his whole being

drawing closer to oblivion

the cliff crumbling from beneath them

tried to hold him grip was lost

fell back onto the grass he disappeared

for a second the turmoil cleared!

 

Then reality hit her like a thunder bolt

the strain upon her a jolt

guilt tore her sanity completely apart

jumped with a broken heart!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

In Turmoil!

The woman was in turmoil what should she do

did her ex-partner need support?

She still loved him the complicated truth

so long since being together.

Happily for a few years it really went well

but had their bad spell!

 

Since they parted it had not been easy on her

there were problems true.

They drifted apart he had to work away

being a cage fighter.

Too often coming home bruised and battered

to her it really mattered!

 

The rows got too much just couldn’t agree

eventually in the end he left!

For years they’d lost contact yet she worried

though living in the same town.

Their lives never crossed didn’t get in touch

deep down missing him so much.

 

One day they met he looked really down

they spoke but were distant.

The urge was still strong he needed help

but now it was clear.

They could not be back as a couple again

the distance would remain.

 

Not until she saw him in person once more

did she realise the gap.

He had that empty and hopeless look

his memory had faded.

Suggesting they meet once in a while

but couldn’t raise a smile.

 

He left her in the street alone little said

watching him go thought it sad.

But was now satisfied at least she’d tried

had to concentrate on herself.

Within felt better at last closing the past

her emotions redefined at last.

 

The Foureyed Poet.