Forever shown on the media as if to be proud
man's appalling history.
Wars have always dominated human culture
through countless strife.
Carnage constantly depicted on our screens
where you see real fiends!

As if these are trophies proud to be shown
maybe to view our mistakes.
Film makers creating war films more graphic
documentaries digitally enhanced.
Any footage clarified raising major reactions
trying to analyse the actions.

Maybe we need reminding of our blunders
often the young don't want to know.
Brought up with never ending war zones
becoming blase to the horrors!
Many don't even read see or hear the news
interesting in personal views!

Violence is part of our hereditary code
natural mode physical combat.
Rather than talk it through to rationalize
so they rage ever on.
And the atrocities will I can see continue
guiltless killed by the few!

The Foureyed Poet.

You turned away from me in our bed
the tension so strong.
I knew it was nothing that I had said
our relationship felt wrong.
Smelling that perfume on your skin
doubt hit me within!

Always late coming home from your job
deep in my heart I knew.
I laid there trying so hard not to sob
intuition came through.
Nothing for it but to confront you
admitting the affair was true!

After twenty two years so hard to take
we stayed friends for our kids sake!

The Foureyed Poet

That day we argued and it got out of hand
driving to town in the car.
Will be something I never understand
it sadly went to far.
When we didn't stop at that red light
as the car took flight.

Hitting a motorbike turning on the side
coming to a violent stop.
Realising much later the rider had died
after crashing into a shop.
Both injured yet somehow survived
our futures not deprived!

Charges brought for dangerous driving
two years a small price.
Divorced our marriage you did forsake
you I couldn't entice.
Maybe the relationship had fallen apart
we had to depart!

The Foureyed Poet

Only just put you into my passed memory
hard to get over your love.
Was not expecting it to end by telephone
after so very long.
Seeing you again rekindled that feeling
your new man left me reeling!

I know it was your decision to move on
recalling it was not mine.
Heartbroken when I lost your essence
not easy facing you again.
It was a good chance we would one day
this time not to play.

Looking into your blue eyes was not easy
making me feel queasy.
My love certainly never faded for you
this I guessed you knew.
To find some one that I liked so much
none could replace your touch!

We spoke I accepted the relationship was over
from then on I was a lonely rover.

Goodbye my only true love.

The Foureyed Poet.

Those in the queue never noticed the tall man
just didn't seem to fit in.
An odd pallor covering his hands and face
shuffling along the line!
Occasionally coughing in the small busy cafe
sprays the virus every way!

Each of the customers looked uncomfortable
at this man's demeanor.
Started moving away as he stuttered his words
asking for a latte coffee.
Picking up the take away cup visibly shaking
his skin then flaking!

Nobody wanted to get near to this sick being
a rising panic set in.
Began to violently heave unable to breathe
others began to feel unwell!
Suddenly shook and fell knocking over a chair
everybody could only stare!

One staff member called for an ambulance
but each stayed clear.
More began to show the same symptoms
knowing it was serious.
Some virulent type of contagious disease
a thought magnifying the unease!

Before the girl could put down the telephone
this man suddenly got up!
Snarling and foaming from his wretched mouth
ripping at the throat.
From a hysterical woman still in the queue
and began to chew!

The rest in turn collapsed and rose the same way
the emergency services came.
With scientist in special suites sealing the doors
they knew what was going on!
A virus from a facility leaked into the atmosphere
untested that was clear!

Had it been an accident or an act of sabotage
no antidote had been perfected!
The scientific experts taking the risks too far
an experiment out of hand!
Creating a new weapon for the military machine
the consequences not foreseen!

The virus continues to spread unabated through society!

The Foureyed Poet.

The burglars had been observing the bungalow
set in an out of the way place.
Smart expensive cars parked on the small drive
but they didn't observe well!
Certain this would be a profitable break in
their planning could begin.

The bungalow down a long narrow track
owned by a middle aged couple.
Few knew they were devil worshippers
this gang failed to find out!
Not digging deep into the victims past
this job would be the last!

In the community locals kept well away
from this evil bungalow!
The thieves were only focused on money
they had blinkered vision.
Confident they would not be disturbed
and certainly not heard!

The large dark van was parked out of view
hooded men approached.
It was after midnight now in the garden
quietly making an entrance.
And dealing with the expensive alarm
it was going like a charm.

Though it all changed when they heard a sound
noises came from below!
Ignoring it they proceeded to search and steal
robed figures came from nowhere.
Overwhelming them and taking each by force
dragged to the sounds source!

More robed figures chanted from every corner
dimly lit by black candles!
It was some sort of temple with a central altar
the first was put on top!
Gagged so they could not shout or scream
something bright did gleam!

The bungalow looked peaceful in the morning
nothing looked out of place.
Guests staying had already gone before light
the couple left for work.
The van was removed from its parking spot
smoke blew from a chimney ***!

Unless invited nobody visited the bungalow!

The Foureyed Poet.

A modern hospital not one with an ominous look
that I entered to visit a friend.
Never keen to go into these sorts of places
to many sick people about.
On crutches in wheel chairs or walking around
reception I soon found.

Given directions to the ward on the fifth floor
taking the crowded lift.
He had a stroke yesterday it was a shock
being only forty four.
Arriving at the right level it was a maze.
of rooms I was in a daze.

Until I asked a nurse which sign I had to follow
pointing me to the location.
Here you really needed your own personal guide
finding him I went to go in.
Sitting in a big chair his appearance was not bad
by him another patient looking sad!

Certainly with a sombre and sallow complexion
left them to chat I went for a coffee.
Getting back this time he was there alone
he was pleased to see me.
Said I had seen him talking not wanting to interfere
but Jim said nobody was near!

I gave a rough description the best that I could
he gave me an odd glance.
That poor bloke you described passed away
on this very bed yesterday!

For a few moments lost for words at what he said
seeing a ghost was I going off my head?

The Foureyed Poet.