As the body hit the wooden floor
he knew he'd gone to far!
Just as the argument had peaked
lashing out with his fist!
Walking out leaving her bleeding
when help she was needing.

Mercifully able to get on her feet
to sit on the leather seat.
Afraid that he would come back
not the first time he'd hit!
Always accepted he could get mad
realising now this was bad!

She started to shake shock had set in
the decision call the law!
Sounds from outside he was close
worried he was back for more!
As pain in her jaw began to gnaw
never before felt so sore!

He didn't care if she was dead
finding it hard to get out.
With urgency locking every door
aware he maybe too near!
Then the rear glass door smashed
through it her partner crashed!

Putting his hands around her neck
as two policemen came in.
He angry shouted she yelled back
the girl then lost consciousness.
Hours later alone in the hospital bed
first time in years without dread

How many women suffer prolonged abuse?

The Foureyed Poet.

I had never heard of devil black dogs before
until one night when I was twelve.
Living in a house we'd just moved into
my dad was away in the forces.
So my mum then was a little stressed
but with patience she was blessed.

Being the youngest with one older sister
it was odd now in my own room.
About ten thirty on a dark and cold night
scratching noises outside my room!
It got much louder so I had the urge to look
approaching the door handle shook!

Determined to be brave I grabbed the handle
forcing myself into the dim hallway.
At first I only heard a panting like sound
then a growl made me focus.
Two fiery red eyes a black dog stood there
it was so real to you I swear!

I had expected to be bitten or even clawed.
laying sobbing on the freezing floor!
My sister was first to come and find out
what the commotion was about.
Helping me up I glanced nothing was there
it certainly gave me a scare.

From then on my interest was aroused
what I had I seen it was so vivid/
A horrendous introduction to the unknown
now I still dread being alone.

Ther Foureyed Poet.

They saw him coming inside the car dealers
in stock a car that had to go.
When in walked the likely looking punter
to buy a vehicle at any cost.
Innocently he was reeled in with a good bait
a dodgy car deal was his fate.

He had to be a fool believing all they said
though it was a smooth salesman!
The car certainly looked shiny and new
as he got behind the wheel.
Taking it out for their special test run
it really was so much fun.

Blinded with figures for a final package
he signed the paperwork.
More than he wanted to pay he did say
still he accepted the price!
The staff trying not to laugh out loud
watching him go in a crowd!

Cheering as the car went out of sight
celebrating through the night!

Another successful dodgy deal!

The Fouryed Poet.

Laying in bed now on his own it felt wrong
when an unused mobile suddenly rang!
Half asleep answered the vibrating phone
the voice made him sit up alert
Listening in disbelief it was his wife
but he knew she'd lost her life.

Intently absorbing every single word
somehow amazing yet chilling.
He could not believe it was a real event
thinking it was just a dream.
As the voice spoke softly in his ear
he felt sure she was near.

Trying to reply there was only static
he knew the battery was flat!
Elation quickly turned to numb reality
it was his wife's own mobile!
The next day going to work in a daze
was this part of the grieving phase?

Those words spoken now haunted his life
saying she missed him very much.
And was watching from a far better place
no more was said that night.
Yet he knew she was close by his side
knowing her spirit had not died!

One day they would be together again!


The Foureyed Poet.

There The Cafe stood where once it was bare
a new monument in Weston Super Mare.
Why was it not placed in this location before
it would create tourism more.
The Cafe on the promenade not a listed grade
not open for any public trade.

Like it had always been part of local tradition
sitting in that strategic position.
Tourists trying hard to get in there for tea
the menu even looked good to me.
Others were desperate for the fancy loo
it was a TV set they hadn't a clue.

On the long wide seafront it's no real
though has that old Cafe appeal.
With a feel it's been there since the ark
it's Cyril's the place is a lark.
A hub of comical characters as they interact
the central point of fun in fact.

But the series has now been wrapped
evermore will the site be mapped.
Sadly The Cafe will be packed away
knowing it may return one day.

I know it will rise again.

The Foureyed Poet.

Deserted on the side of the road
at first I thought it was rags.
Curiosity made me go and see
a whimper and moving paw.
Shocked there lay an injured dog
next to a blood stained log!

The tears ran not good for a man
a pathetic bundle of life.
I could not leave the animal there
thrown away without care.
What human could be that cruel
for them no humane rule!

A chill ran through me as I lifted
with a clumsy nervous gate.
Placing the vexed dog on my coat
as sad eyes gazed at me!
Soon in a veterinary waiting room
as a parent feeling the gloom.

I often go by that spot on my trips
the dog is well and by my side.
So sweet laying asleep on the seat
alert when we pass the spot.
Jennie her name we are a pair
contented with shiny hair.

How many animals are never found
and die alone on waste ground?

The Foureyed Poet.

The mentality of those who suddenly ****
is a concept hard to understand.
Children are murdered in a frenzied assault
caught in a senseless act!
The husband suspected of this terrible deed
to ****** six and see them bleed.

Often nobody can recall any trouble before
until the sound of desperate screams!
That leaves neighbours in a state of shock
relatives unable to cope with the loss!
How could anyone do such a wicked thing
a question that people are always asking!

The focal point then turns to the perpetrator
those killed maybe thought of later.

Another sad and tragic slaying of a family!

The Foureyed Poet.