That joy at the birth of your child
the harsh reality of life
many children born into misery
where they struggle
to survive or get the love and care
no hope just despair!

That gift of life should be cherished
not allowed to die
born into poverty or loveless homes
neglected or forgotten
created through an act of violence
a child with no defence!

Just an unwanted living human being
given no love or compassion
around war torn places and poverty
families pushed around
like herds of frightened cattle driven
and no compassion given!

This may not be in countries of conflicts
children find no care
such awful crimes do happen anywhere
they are our future
and deserve the chance of a decent life
without constant strife!

Most children are wanted and happily grow
but too many that love never know!

The Foureyed Poet.

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.

Time has become part of our destinies
after meeting three years ago
from the first moment we saw each other
we both were truly blessed
our eyes locked and that gaze has stayed
nothing for you would I trade.

Like a dream we married in magical Hawaii
now my husband wants to come
to be with me in England to make our home
kind and gentle who cares for me
to have my true love always here by my side
tears of joy I could not hide.

Antonio you do make my life mean so much
soon I shall be back in your arms
my heart skips a beat waiting for that moment
remembering our special song
so one more night I can't live without you
our bond is strong and true.

Together forever that moment draws near!

The Foureyed Poet.

Now when I think of Hayley it gives me
that vision of my future
nearly three years since we first met
never did we realize
how deep our love and commitment
with her I am content.

Together we have a truly special love
being friends for so long
but realizing our interests matched
drew us ever closer
always there by my side for support
my heart firmly caught.

Temporally apart we are getting engaged
a ring on your finger will place
on a warm sunny beach our love to seal
a dancer beautiful and kind
working so hard to achieve the dream
to be a ballerina supreme.

Our special song I Will Always Love you
and forever I will be true.

The Foureyed Poet.

Above our heads and below our feet
electricity surges through.
Power lines linked like huge arteries
giving life to a rising public.
Increasing demand for easy existence
could end with persistence.

Man never stable nor servile creatures
always wanting dominate.
All other species living on our planet
like gods in his approach.
Not respecting earth his only base
as more dangers we face!

Continues conflicts and power struggles
divided between rich and poor.
Tribal and sectarian  violence and greed
as the power starts to falter.
Resources are dwindling as the need rises
a future filled with bad surprises!

The Foureyed Poet.

Warfare in the twenty first century
brought on a bigger threat.
Weapons to obliterate mankind
many stand on the line.
Antagonists looking at each other
once called them brother!

Tension was high no more rifles
or small cannons to fire.
But huge deadly arsenals ready
without a second thought.
To wipe whole civilisations away
for ******* to display!

Never ending conflicts few remember
those times of peace.
Refugees constantly torn from homes
and the threat of violence.
Disrupting chances to bloom and grow
natural balances cannot flow!

Often many opposing forces are on alert
each thinking they are right.
Glaring at radar screens from a distance
as the ground is mined.
Lives forever lost as time drifts onward
where nobody wants accord!

Will man ever learn before the bomb drops?

The Foureyed Poet.

A pure white feather floated to the ground
it made no sound.
Was this from my guardian angels wing
comfort to me bring.
Picking it up felt really soft and so pure
now lonely no more.

Or was this just my active imagination
creating this sensation.
Hoping angels were watching over me
that I could not seed.
Maybe fantasy yet nice to think this way
comforting each day.

In truth simple a molted bird feather
but hope that lasts forever.

The Foureyed Poet.