I wish, I wish

I wish I was a poet I wish that I could write the kind poem that talks of love and life. To speak of shards and fractile  light while travelling through this vale of tears. I think that, that is so hard I bet it would take years.

I wish I was an author a best seller I would pen ! I’d wow the critics and public and I’d never work again. Or maybe  a screen writer a fantastic  gun ho! script, a Gothic terror with vampires cavorting in the crypt.

I wish I could write romances , long painful arduous tales with women running barefoot after their men across the dales. I’d have beautiful nurses falling at the doctors feet . God help the poor patients who we never hear of …perhaps they are all asleep .

I wish I could write science fiction that would be so much fun with planet sized star ships with sonic missile guns. I’d have a charming captain who always knows just what to do , and evil, clever aliens with sexy females the human crew to woo.  Travel would be in jet cars that work on voice command and no one would ever need to cook or mend as a replicator would always be on hand.

I wish I could write on politics …well no that is not true , because it is a nasty backstabbing two faced thing to do!

I wish I could write comedy I like to have a laugh, with lots of smiles and happy days I’d split your sides in half.

I wish that could write  another verse or two but I have run out of ideas. What a twist of luck for you !

Night Horrors

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Is it really too late.

Time was late, the day was cold  the doors of the coffee shop suddenly flew apart and the sight from the street was enough to stop your heart.

the four horse men

Slowly silently making their way along the street four horsemen approached. We had no knowledge but centuries since, this was the place they had assigned to meet.

As this strange apparition  it’s progress did make, it left fights and hunger and  deathly illness in it’s wake. Where once was the  normal order of life was suddenly killing and gorging and sickness and death. Once happy people now full of strife.

Stopping their horses and dismounting as one they found a spare lamp post their magnificent animals to leash upon. One of their number scanned the street “No parking meters . Sweet!”

They entered the coffee shop and two fights broke out and terrible hunger and thirst spread about. Terrified customers died in the rush for the door and people started to sicken with rashes and pustules and what’s more there was blood and guts all over the floor.

Phantom Horses

Death motioned the others to get a table then approached the strangely thin, sick looking lad at the bar and ordered four Americanos and a bagel! The boy felt so weak and fear gripped his throat as he looked in to the eyes of Death the rest of his staff were in the same boat lost and helpless’ bereft of hope!

Setting down the tray and handing Famine his food , “I wanted expresso “griped War in a mood. Death raised his scythe and told him to mind his place. For he had the last  word and was in charge of this space!

Finally with the local humans all dead they sipped quietly on their coffee, just for now doing what their leader had said.

Empty coffee cups

After a short while Conquest / Pestilence looked up asked “is this coffee fair trade” as he finished his cup. Famine smirked at the joke his brother had made.  “I need another , where is the barista ”  Death answered ” He died”…… “Okay” Famine sighed

Coffee over, decisions needed to be  made  how to deal with this world’s problem. Plans had to be laid. “I think I should simply traverse this world and make them their missiles unfurl,” said War before adding “then with you  Death in my wake , how long would total annihilation  take?”

“No “chipped in Pestilence I can spread  my cloak and make them all suffer. you can then step in Death, as they cough and coke.” War banged the table ready to fight  but Death then stepped in knowing his way was right .

“Looking around brothers do you not agree they are doing an excellent job of destroying themselves without any help from you or me.”  He saw they were not happy with his intervention  so he enlightened them all with ghastly intentions . “We need to just hover on the sidelines and leave them to fester. It will all end soon, this planet cannot sustain forever these hopeless jesters!

They thought for a while while Death entertained them, he fiddle like Nero back when Rome was burning. but not such  giggle.

Deadly notes

The decision was made and they all agreed they would just make thing worse for all those in need , they would feed the wars and starve the medical fractions, of knowledge and money. They would disease the corn the milk and the honey. Death would stalk the world in his usual way clearing up the mess and dead at the end of the day.

They then  left the scene of their destroying powers and rode off together into the west leaving death and destruction and lots of wilting flowers .

The News papers and TV got the story the very same day. Police want to question four hoodies on horse back  they say.There is  a witness a child who manage to hide and lived to tell what they had seen. Apparently strange horses , one white,one red , one black and one pale green?

The headlines over well maybe one more then it is back to Famine in Africa and a new Plague from the States and now they started yet another War! The Greenies are screaming we must save Mother Earth unknowing that she already dancing  a dirge with a worn out and tired Death.

Death sat in a corner and polished his scythe and pondered the meeting that morning , well he had at least tried to buy these humans ( for whom he actually cared) some time . But even holding off his brothers,  of hope there still was no sign.

He was tired of all the work he had to do, exhausted in fact, and his brothers were too. The task set before them was too great for them to solve .. Hopefully God will intervene and those irritating humans will evolve  !

Tired old Death

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