BOSTON (2)

Once again an event is spoiled by the lunatic fringe

Taking the lives of three people there including an eight year old child

No longer can we feel relaxed when events we attend

Looking over our shoulders for the device that may be there.

Yesterday in Boston Mass. that crime was committed again

When Friendship Day remembers England's end

Devices three causing carnage, grief and sorrow there

Not giving a thought or simple care.

Now will come the insults and curses as who started this affair

Putting lives at risk in world streets for the rest of the year.

No faith can innocent remain

When love is lost to grieving pain.

BOSTON

Before we start throwing insults and accusations give a thought for those who have died.  An EIGHT year old child is one of those dead.  Here is someone whose life lay before them, now cut because A GROUP wanted to make a protest.  Today we live in a sick society where violence plays an important part.  Those of us with feelings will let our hearts go out to the parents of that child.  May that young person and the other two RIP.

An Alternative New Year?

Celebration, food and drink for all,

Revelery stalls at midnight hours call

The New Year welcomed in various styles

But for some no happy smiles.

Its cold and lonely on the street,

A place where some live and eat.

For them no heart warming cheer,

A cardboard bed has been their year.

Life

Life is struggling to keep me sane,
to follow the patterns and the gains.
I feel the anxieties an strife,
that is being played with my life.

No matter what I'm given,
no matter what I take.
I am still being driven,
by the anxiety bait.

I feel that I am falling,
through life's big hole.
Which spirals forever onward,
till I'm lost to all.

Heaven cannot help me,
Old Scratch laughs as I fail.
Onward and forever,
depression, anxiety, my hell.


Enfield
©2012

S A M A N T H A

A treasure to behold,

The little one is just two years old.

She glows like the morning sun,

An imp to her Dad and Mom.

The grandparents who her so dear,

Wish they could always be near.

Distance for them evades,

Further than most forest glades.

As the imp moves to three,

Mischief she’ll create with glee.

Leading all a merry dance,

By pirouette and ballet prance.

My words will continue to reign,

To bring this impish princess fame.

As she grows into adulthood

She’ll bring happiness as we knew she would.

© 2012 Stephen Hoye    Enfield