How often we crave to go back in time

to change the mistakes we made

though the past is a distant mime

events that have long been played

easy to think of reshaping our blunders

that often tug at our stressful minds

forgetting those few moments of wonders

bad memories linger good hidden by blinds!


Yet I feel life is planned often causing pain

win or fail is this preordained to be

many aspects to learn reaching a higher plain

no possibility for us to go back and see

with such a turbulent and horrendous history

to survive reasonably unscathed a victory

trying to change what has gone a cosmic crime

mysteries must stay lost in the veil’s of time!


Life for us is short ticktock for nobody will it stop!





What has changed over the many centuries

brave men and women volunteer

to serve and fight for their countries in wars

thrust into those endless conflicts

giving their lives souls and many body parts

there after breaking families hearts!


Peace just a word that has been used to entice

those with that pride to protect

the humanity that they are each a small part

who are willing to suffer and die

through shocking hardships and real brutality

yet can man change his mentality?


While those who instigate plans profit stay safe

and weapons from nations kill

those they say their freedom fight to protect

lines are blurred who is the enemy

millions continue to be eliminated on the front line

the end to the butchery no sign!


Another year has come when we remember them

the fallen graves spread over the fields

some its only a name many there is no name at all

giving the ultimate sacrifice their lives

yet nothing changes the unrest continues to grow

the bloodshed ever onward’s doth flow!


I remember those who believed in their loyalty

without question went with pride

hopefully bringing everlasting peace to humanity

through their armed resistance

yet still wait for that moment of world unity

that final end to so much hostility!


In my humility stand silently to remember the fallen!





In the underpass sat a hunched male figure

wrapped in an old blanket

a woollen hat pulled down over his head

beside him his precious dog

his sad eyes following those walking by

listening to his masters silent cry!


In front a small sign written in large letters

simply read please help

a chipped mug placed close to his feet

some people showed him pity

putting loose change in before moving on

never asking what was wrong!


Not until that day man and dog were gone

was it noticed the empty space

at the same moment on a lonely riverside

a dog was barking frantically

running alone along the slippery wet bank

where a body had recently sank!


A blanket laid half-submerged at the edge

definitely something was wrong

a couple ran over concerned about the dog

spotting a body drowned

another life lost where nobody really cared

yet sadness they both shared!


The Foureyed Poet.


Embedded on an ancient stone monument

an unusual symbol was clear

though worn down with the passing of time

close to a small stone circle

there was a feeling of enchantment within

and prickling on your skin!


Invisible to our peripheral vision illusions

surrounded our small group

it was like a gathering of robed figures were

trapped within these boundaries

laughter wafted on air trapped in this space

centre of an ancient power base!


Overwhelming and wonderful but suspicious

uncertain of what we had found

cautiously moving about ancient monoliths

more symbols were clearly seen

showing wizard like figures in pointed hats

wands in hand and wide-eyed cats!


An ancient cult of sorcerers once gathered here

not a destructive force

but a magical supernatural presence held

for centuries in the circle

still living on in another plain of existence

for eternity the possibility immense!


Where it seemed to retain a spiritual purity

that each could embrace

the longer their stay the harder to leave

this energy being absorbed

long dormant emotions began to emerge

through a metaphysical surge!


The sense of being themselves engulfed inside

together knew they had to leave

with an enormous combined strength escaped

back into reality of  present day

in wonder knowing what they had discovered

reluctant it would be uncovered!


But they knew within them the change had begun!


The Foureyed Poet.










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