Fair maiden

Fair maiden walking by my side

together we chatter I cannot hide

our feelings of love my miss Jane

from blushing it is hard to refrain

sunny strolling on a path of stone

the two of us are happy alone.

 

Cherished hours united we share

the time is short both are aware

soon I must return to the war

a chance I may return no more

my king and country I am loyal

to protect our liberty and our soil.

 

Fair maiden here with you I pray

to be back for our wedding day

if this is not truly meant to be

my love this day remember me

not in a mud filled putrid trench

with comrades and human stench!

 

Never forget those  lives cut short

freedom for all is why we fought!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Coin!

On a bright sunny day near the shops a teenager

became inquisitive he could see

by a drain cover something reflecting sun light

bending to pick it up was surprised

only to find that this was a coin looking like new

soon this find he would rue!

 

Sure he had discovered a valuable piece of treasure

put it in his pocket very pleased

walking to meet his girlfriend at a nearby store

eager to tell her of the coin

nestled in his trouser pocket that he had spotted

with her he was so besotted.

 

Approaching could see her ahead impatiently waiting

not looking walked into a post

doubled up on the pavement in pain being shunned

as he got up she was running

before reaching him a car swerved sharply she was hit

aghast he could not believe it!

 

Adrenaline began to pump around his now aching body

luckily a glancing blow shaken

got up flustered and sore apart from that seemed okay

he was sympathetic after his knock

the elderly car driver was not so lucky a heart attack

wanting to help but was pulled back!

 

An ambulance paramedic said the man was deceased

his girl they said should be checked

so ended up in the casualty unit just to make sure

why had this happened he mused

then remembered the coin he had recently found

was it bad luck concerned frowned.

 

Hours later they left nearly run down by a trolley

as it sped by with a patient

it was at that point he threw the coin on the grass

outside  that made him feel good

hand in hand they got on a bus happily together

it felt right and still nice weather.

 

A short time later an ambulance paramedic saw a glint

in the grass as he went by

and thought himself lucky as he picked up the coin

but immediately nearly tripped

just saving himself thought nothing of it and walked on

with no idea there was anything wrong!

 

Reaching his ambulance and his fellow crew member

this would be a day they would remember!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dialling Telephone!

It was a nice apartment she kept telling herself

though had to admit it was cheap

certainly needed decorating that was certain

at last she had plenty of room

not having to share with her younger sister

definitely did not miss her.

 

But on the kitchen wall was a dialling telephone

thought this odd must be old

after a while began to like its shape and colour

noticing it was not connected

as she planned the redecoration of her new home

in her thoughts continued to roam.

 

Happy in her own world deciding on wallpaper

was distracted by a ringing

not being use to this sound ignored it carried on

but then heard it once more

following the ring ended up where she begun

it stopped not feeling the fun!

 

Again looked at the dialling phone surely not

no connection checked once more

as she went to leave it rang loudly she froze

stopped how could it ring

wanting to get away yet was being drawn

unconsciously now feeling forlorn!

 

A knock at the door made her become alert

to a more rational mood

relieved ran pleased somebody had called

where her best friend stood

that welcome smile helped the event fade

their affection both displayed.

 

An instant decision to have a shopping spree

putting them in a great mood

as it was Saturday went on to a night club

arriving home late and drunk

soon had fallen into a deep unsettled sleep

both on the lounge floor in a heap.

 

At three ten a persistent loud ring roused them

making their headaches worse

staggering into the kitchen it was the telephone

her friend lifted the receiver

together listened and could hear faint breathing

this made them feel like heaving!

 

A rasping voice then welcomed them into his home

dropping the receiver ran out

unable to sleep sat on the floor huddled together

nothing else happened that night

but curiosity overtook their fear they had to see

each wanting a cup of coffee.

 

Everything was normal in here the phone dangling

so continued to make breakfast

putting the receiver back tried chatting but weary

of what had recently transpired

glancing at the cut line wondering how it had rung

a glass fell into the sink with a clang!

 

Distracting them then it happened again jumping up

both ran yelling into corridor

with the telephone ringing and echoing endlessly

at that moment the neighbour

in the apartment opposite sheepishly came into view

telling them what she knew!

 

Of the elderly man who lived there for so many years

and found bludgeoned to death

hardly ever came to speak his only link the telephone

was found by it in the kitchen

when she found the door open worried went within

finding the body with pale bloody skin!

 

The son was eventually charged and later executed

left unoccupied for ten years

surprised that anybody had taken the apartment

they could still hear it ringing

could not go back in thought this was her new pad

scared had to walk away this was sad.

 

As they left the neighbour quickly closed her door

the telephone was still ringing!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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Sunday

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There was a time when the pace of life was slower. The Foureyed Poet.

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Sunday use to be the day of rest

all was quiet wherever you went.

Little or no traffic then not a pest

every one was full of good intent.

Peace and quiet the family together

simple pleasures lasting forever.

Nobody rushed it was a day to unwind

aroma of dinner was always around.

A snooze to digest and chill the mind

precious times to enjoy was found.

Laughter filled the house on this  day

after tea time for games to play.

Life has changed to a much faster pace

no moment to waste today it seems.

Rushing work and play like a race

relaxation is only in their dreams.

Not happy with cards or leisurely walk

or get together and simply talk.

Those times now just part of our history!

The Foureyed Poet.

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Winter Snow!

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What was the phenomena that had invaded the mountain forest during Winter Snow? The Foureyed Poet.

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High in the mountains lay a small logging town

that during the summer months

crews were active cutting down the old tall trees

then quickly transporting them

either by river or trucks off the mountainside

working hard for profit and pride!

This was until winter snow set in and cut it off

from the rest of the country

as rivers froze and all roads were impassable

it became a small ghost town

the permanent residence of sixty-five souls

much easier for the sheriffs patrols!

A tough fifty-five year old widow father of three

two daughter’s lived in the city

the eldest was his deputy making a good team

at home in the desolate wilderness

knowing trouble could erupt any help distant

but fugitives would meet resistance!

Legends of the Sasquatch and ghosts haunting

this vast inhospitable wildness

never really bothered these officers of the law

until the first body was…

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Winter Snow!

High in the mountains lay a small logging town

that during the summer months

crews were active cutting down the old tall trees

then quickly transporting them

either by river or trucks off the mountainside

working hard for profit and pride!

 

This was until winter snow set in and cut it off

from the rest of the country

as rivers froze and all roads were impassable

it became a small ghost town

the permanent residence of sixty-five souls

much easier for the sheriffs patrols!

 

A tough fifty-five year old widow father of three

two daughter’s lived in the city

the eldest was his deputy making a good team

at home in the desolate wilderness

knowing trouble could erupt any help distant

but fugitives would meet resistance!

 

Legends of the Sasquatch and ghosts haunting

this vast inhospitable wildness

never really bothered these officers of the law

until the first body was found

kneeling head bowed as if  they were praying

terror on their face displaying!

 

Over several weeks more bodies were discovered

exactly the same in different areas

very perplexing there were no  physical marks

on any of the eight bodies

none were local all were male of varying  ages

decomposition at different stages!

 

Out of their depth called on detectives from the city

who were also baffled at this case

no clues nor tracks were anywhere close at hand

the only course of action watch

risky as there was no indication of what it could be

in the snow and each pine tree!

 

The autopsies showed they died from heart attacks

these fit young males scared to death

the conclusion of the coroner nothing else was found

help could only be flown there

as an atmosphere of uncertainty and panic spread

why so many strangers found dead?

 

The sheriff and his trusty deputy and six city cops

made their way into the mountains

uncertain where to position the limited numbers

to seek out what they knew not

the temperature dropped the snow began to fall

their enthusiasm began to stall!

 

Being police officers expected a rational solution

even with the lack of evidence

gathered in the area where  corpses discovered

from there in pairs spread out

for the nights vigil hoping it could be resolved

and causes of deaths solved!

 

With cloudy skies and increasing heavy snowfall

wishing they were in a warm place

hoping the riddle could finally be settled tonight

through the bad weather and foliage

a blue pulsating haze formed coming their way

to their rapidly increasing dismay!

 

Within this mesmerizing haze there seemed to be

a grotesque beast metamorphosing

before their vision the deputy turned her gaze

contacting the others not to stare

static was all that came through no human voices

what now thinking her choices?

 

A groan from close by had her running she knew

it was her dad he was alive

awful ear-splitting sounds came made her feel sick

reaching the crumpled figure

kneeling grabbing him with all the will power

she could muster as it had gone sour!

 

Stumbling and falling in the deepening soft snow

exhausted reached the jeep

the phenomena no longer was anywhere in sight

soon heading back to their office

to report what had occurred soon reaching base

knowing this was a classified case

 

Once back in the warm and familiar surroundings

felt better but deeply shaken

after contacting the police headquarters waited

for the reinforcements to come

they knew the military were alerted to investigate

there was little time to contemplate!

 

What was this frightening and unknown apparition

this would be their dominating mission!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

On A Hill

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There it stands overseeing man kinds folly!The Foureyed Poet.

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On a hill that lonely beech tree stands

silently swaying always surveying.

Gazing down on town and country lands

of countless changes and shrinking size.

So much has happened since it has stood

undisturbed growing so gracefully.

Buildings creeping nearer it’s not good

now our air is far more polluted.

With an unobstructed view no less

it has seen many phases of  life around.

A distant train echoes through the stillness

as it moves swiftly homeward bound.

Early morning mist from the valley

covers the motorway that scars the land.

man’s monument to destroy natures tally

Rising toxic fumes and roaring traffic sounds.

Neutral of  human ways unable to escape

generations move on we all come and go.

The tree remains keeping its shape

as the world changes all around it.

How much longer before it’s destruction?

The Foureyed Poet.

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Fiery Ball!

The farmer was out in the fields working early

when he saw a fiery ball

skimming across the sky changing direction

at an incredible speed

as if being piloted with his awe-inspiring view

watching how it flew!

 

Next the fiery ball began to decrease speed

certain it would hit the ground

rapidly approaching the hills not far away

running towards the spot

waiting for the explosion and flames to rise

silence why he could not surmise!

 

Feeling scared this was not a natural event

but curiosity drove him on

surely it had not landed without crashing

reaching the crest of the hill

then four helicopters arrived on the scene

with no markings they looked mean!

 

Rapidly followed by several army vehicles

stopping near the fiery ball

soldiers with no insignia fanning outward

making it the farmer surmised

a secure site this proved right noticing him

walking his way looking grim!

 

Firmly informing him it was a restricted area

guns ready in their gripping hands

decided to retreat annoyed he could not see

what the mysterious object maybe

being watched to be certain he had departed

had to finish what he started!

 

As soon the soldiers turned back he found a bush

to hide not far from the grassy slope

and waited hoping to see more when they left

the helicopters then flew off

several hours passed before their noisy return

he would be missed was his concern!

 

Half an hour went by before the copters departed

slowly and stealthily broke cover

retracing his footsteps as he reached the summit

was surprised to see fiery ball gone

just glimpsed a truck with a tarpaulin covering

a large sphere he was left wondering!

 

What phenomena had he witnessed in the hills

and why did the military unit

without any identifications respond so quickly

and whisk it away in secrecy

eventually he got home the wife was worried

telling the truth could not be hurried!

 

So many questions with no answers was hard to accept!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Watching!

On the dusty tank the soldiers stared intently

watching the shells strike

detonating onto the occupied enemy lines

as rockets and shell fire

was quickly returned in a never ending battle

creating vibration and rattle!

 

Each were distant from the carnage and anguish

young conscripts not hardened

warriors of  too many campaigns of aggression

again forced to protect their land

believing their cause was just without hesitation

the civilians filled with trepidation!

 

But as with all brutal conflicts it breeds more hate

resentment creating much bigger foe

a cycle of revenge and bloody savage retaliation

as the very young bitterly grow up

the horrors absorbed into impressionable minds

peace hopes fading behind closing blinds!

 

The ever mounting strife going back to long ago

hard to break historical differences

each have grievances and suspicions to tell

that seem impossible to resolve

the deaths and injuries continue to increase

can a way ever be found for peace?

 

My wishes always for a planet without wars!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

Waiting!

Though it was not that late on the station

the couple waiting for a train

began to notice it was extremely quiet

when they heard a thump

coming from the direction of an escalator

what was happening were unsure!

 

Watching it slowly rumble downwards empty

what appeared to be blood

covered each step they shuffled backwards

just as a train sped through

but did not stop their thoughts confused

suspiciously the vicinity perused!

 

What nightmare had befallen them both here

noticing a poster on a wall

warning travellers to be aware of mutant rats

as they read heard scratching

noises that were becoming louder and nearby

they had to escape or at least try!

 

Then a squealing that was a crescendo of babble

there must have been thousands

surged towards them their only escape the lines

hoping another train did not come

realising why it had not stopped were they too late

weary and in a growing panic state!

 

These creatures were huge and determined to attack

they knew their flesh each desired

still light so were able to see an exit in a rusty fence

squeezing through ripping their skin

their dripping blood leaving a much stronger scent

the rats their compulsion to vent!

 

Quickly blocking the hole with an old fridge freezer

soon realised it was no barrier

with the sheer numbers they soon crashed through

so their next move was to climb

up a rusting fire escape of a warehouse just ahead

out of  breath looked down with dread!

 

From the vantage point could view the numbers

making out the bloody carnage left

calling for help on a smart phone could only sit

saw flame throwers being used

the distinct sound of  rapidly increasing gun fire

in shock both now began to tire!

 

Eventually a harassed voice answered their call

uncertain when rescue would come

it could be a long time or never was the reply

for now glad death had spared them

yet from above heard scratching and scurrying

was the reaper their end hurrying?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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