Adrenaline Rush!

His work was hard and very dangerous to

yet the adrenaline rush was good.

No friends or family really had any idea

what his work actually entailed.

Some thought he worked for his government

trying to protect the innocent.

 

Never at home with his wife and young child

so the marriage eventually terminated.

What weighed heavy on his mind was his kid

feeling he’d let her down.

But the ex-wife found another soul mate

in that decision he had no debate.

 

Finding himself pushed out of his daughter’s life

this was so hard to take.

Until one summers day she was very keen

to go on a trip with a girlfriend.

Knowing the dangers was reluctant to say yes

but it caused much unhappiness.

 

Reluctantly he gave permission with a warning

she had to keep in contact.

This was agreed their plans now marked out

not until after his Jenny.

Had set off for the planned long summer break

what they were doing was all fake!

 

The girl she went with he found out was on drugs

alarm bells rang in his head!

Even his ex-wife had no idea or where she’d gone

then a very disturbing call.

Came from Jenny’s phone a scream then silence

his adrenaline rush intense!

 

With colleagues he knew from the secret service

was able to pinpoint the location.

To a hundred metre radius by tracking her cell

arranging to meet them there.

Deep in the countryside on a huge pasture field

any perpetrators fate was sealed!

 

Within an hour the group were assembled on site

as her dad the agent moved in!

To a caravan parked away from the main camp

screams were faintly heard.

A gun at the ready approaching with stealth

praying his child was in good health!

 

Several male voices were talking loudly from inside

looking in a window he saw.

His daughter tied up her friend sprawled on the bed

being assaulted by a bearded man!

Both girls distressed and screaming with fright

entering gave them no chance to fight!

 

Within seconds he had shot all three of the men

two dead one wounded.

Both girls bloody and bruised his team removed

like an undercover operation.

They all left without being heard or noticed

his precious child he kissed.

 

Returning her safely to a humbly grateful mother

their friendship had been healed.

Realising how he had saved their child from death

such dedication for her well-being.

This kept them in close contact after that event

now more time with Jenny he spent.

 

No bodies or caravan were ever found!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Destiny!

Within his hand he held that small key

that could guide him to his destiny!

A medium had brought him to this spot

this could be his one and only shot.

Fate awaited him the young man knew

as that excitement quickly grew!

 

Given a map by a man he was guided to

he knew this he would see through.

Now at a desk in this second-hand shop

that had a badly scratched top.

Informed it had a secret compartment

with a letter written on parchment.

 

He now had an idea for what he was searching

the adventure would now begin!

The words written in a very ancient dialect

something else for him to reflect.

As he stood pondering who could read it

failure this he would not admit!

 

The shop owner kindly asked if he could assist

the question he could not resist.

To enquire  if he could read this strange text

the answer yes no longer perplexed.

Written it seemed many centuries before

listening wanting to know more.

 

His name mentioned a descendant of a knight

and hidden treasure out of sight!

Gold diamonds and a precious sacred cross

in battle his life was a great loss!

Now the next stage a dangerous journey abroad

to seek out this secret priceless hoard!

 

How could he find the money to finance this trip

could this be the first major slip?

Then he glanced upon some old coins inside

now I am really on my way he cried!

Would he find his destiny at the journey’s end

on the obstacles he faced it would depend!

 

Into the hostile world he happily ventured!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

I Once Belonged

I once belonged to a paranormal group

just wanting to see a spook!

Sitting for hours in buildings in the dark

even in a country park.

At first it was fun and a fantastic team

but now a faded dream.

 

Plenty of  investigations to get that thrill

but I am waiting still.

To see a single shadow or spectral entity

or was I too thick to see?

Being an ordinary guy the fun was gone

as technology came along.

 

From investigating as a tight working unit

technology became the remit.

And in the end I felt like a lone bystander

the equipment handler.

Unable to embrace the wonders of science

or its clever appliance.

 

It must have been seven years I was involved

the problems never resolved.

I shall miss travelling near and sometimes far

with anticipation in the car.

Hoping for a positive and rewarding result

a little proof sought.

 

With regret that period in my life has passed

but a wider net is now cast.

My interest in the paranormal is very strong

and new adventures I long!

 

Thus my personal journey carries on!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Mothers Womb

From before our birth our lives start alone

within our mothers womb.

Each of us have to face this worlds obstacles

on our own ground.

Over coming many trials to reach the peak

of the life we seek!

 

Destiny or is it fate deciding our end result

there are those popular.

Of different levels of so-called intelligence

dictators and followers.

Gathered amongst humans hard and cold

as complex patterns unfold!

 

No matter who you are loneliness plays a part

people either cope or not!

Thriving on their own succeeding or failing

completing their short lives.

We are individuals needing companionship

others a single ticket trip!

 

There has to be moments when we are alone

no physical contact or chat.

It is all electronic ways to communicate

but isolations a growing threat.

Society has created the material breed

no money steal what you need!

 

A long way from your mother’s womb

to your single lonely tomb!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Dreaded

I really dreaded answering the phone today

am I easy game?

That salesman bombarded my hearing

and I just listened!

Every time I tried to interrupt he talked

being verbally stalked!

 

Never have I been harassed in this way

at first he was pleasant.

An hour passed should have clicked off

had I become mesmerised?

Saying he wanted to invest my savings

continuing his ravings!

 

Wanting to put all my money in fine wines

had my interests at heart.

As I got angry he rambled on non stop

lecturing like a teacher.

In the end I felt mentally violated by him

speaking to me if I was dim!

 

At last courage prevailed told Him I am going

yet on her persisted.

I could take no more my head was throbbing

this was hard sell.

Why did I allow him to go on for that long

not to hang up was I wrong?

 

Tolerance for pensioners has surely got worse

thought of as a curse!

Abused and robbed thinking them easy prey

unable to run away!

 

Where has that respect gone today?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

I Could Have Sworn!

I could have sworn somebody came in

through the restaurant door.

Maybe it was a simple trick of the light

or a reflection within!

This was my initial thought soon I forgot

partying with a rowdy lot.

 

During the evening from the corner of my eye

definitely could have sworn.

Something was moving about the noisy party

too much drink flowed.

Was that causing visions in the atmosphere

my thoughts were not clear.

 

The party rapped early in the morning I sat

viewing the restaurant.

When a lady appeared on a chair next to me

though I was drunk!

But I was polite and flattered she was there

where from I didn’t care!

 

We chatted for a while I must have dozed off

waking she had disappeared.

That memory would have been forgotten

but I went for a meal.

And noticed portraits of her everywhere

unsure why I wasn’t aware!

 

Speaking to the staff I was surprised to learn

she had founded the place.

But had been murdered here two years ago

shot at this very table!

As I looked something again walked close by

did I hear a dying cry?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Barron Ground

Through the barren ground there was hope

a tiny plant grew!

The drought almost wiped man from earth

mined of all goodness.

Without water the human race declined

few were left to find!

 

Warnings ignored but the wealthy hoarded

while most were denied.

Rain became just a word in our history

so from billions alive.

Numbers fell to less than hundred thousand

a child’s cry a rare sound!

 

Two centuries went by the numbers dwindled

the earth like a huge prune.

Vegetation was withered sand replaced fields

the sea paddling pools!

The survivors huddled in the many cool caves

the dying planets slaves!

 

Then that day early before the unbearable heat

two young humans saw.

Under a shaded rock overhang rarely visited

life they’d never seen.

How could it be growing in this dry dead soil

without water or toil?

 

Had nature at last regenerated starting to heal

the air seemed to blow.

A trickle of water bubbled up by the plant

the small group gathered.

Looking at the plant growing on barren land

each touched it with a hand.

 

What none knew was from an underground lab

in an underground city.

Genetically designed plants and creatures were

were being unleashed.

Deciding earth’s only purpose experimentation

before it’s total deterioration.

 

Then they would move to a new planet they’d found!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

From The Cockpit

The air force pilot had to make the decision

that could cost many lives!

From the cockpit he had the perfect view

of a village to destroy!

Orders had been given to fire the missile

the distance just over a mile.

 

Being a veteran of many theatres of war

maybe he’d seen enough.

To much slaughter with negative results

a new concept in his thinking.

The panel indicated the target locked on

in his head remembering a song.

 

Give Peace a chance he began to hum

his finger pressed the trigger.

Watching the rocket as it hit the mark

knowing civilians were there!

Flying high aloof of the scene below

watching the explosion grow!

 

From the cockpit the pilot flew away

his mission was complete.

But this time his attitude was sour

it was time to retire.

Never doubting orders in this way

conscience came into play.

 

He could not switch off like a robot

sitting in a plane.

Unleashing such destructive power

this now overwhelmed him.

Realising the aftermath of his actions

there was no retractions!

 

All he wanted now was be with his family!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Good Samaritan

There by the dusty war damaged road

laid the body of an aid worker.

A Good Samaritan who gave so much

supporting those helpless.

Caught in this countries bloody fight

a victim of the plight!

 

Brave or foolish there are those willing

to live and work in crisis.

With no safety for themselves but others

yet treated as an enemy!

Being humanitarian above self-preservation

or the risk of retaliation!

 

Through their incredible work and sacrifice

unsung heroes of modern times.

They continue regardless being murdered

within a cycle of evil!

Bringing compassion where there is none

their pleads the leaders  shun!

 

The Good Samaritan was returned to his family!

 

Rest In Peace.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Happy Day!

She never realised the work to make her happy day

a white wedding to make her parents proud.

They were thrilled thinking this was her perfect man

being thirty was not young to get wed.

Thought it was the final wish she had now achieved

but her family were nearly bereaved!

 

Shaking uncontrollably her legs she couldn’t feel

the beating had damaged her spine!

Stabbed in her abdomen it had nicked an artery

doctors said lucky to be alive.

Completely taken in by this smooth tongued lout

her life shattered by his rout!

 

Police hovered nearby her husband had escaped

shouting he wanted her dead!

How could that love he said he had just fade

she asked herself over and over.

Out of the blue he accused her of having affair

when she was given him the care.

 

What hurt the most he had killed her pet dog

raising him from a puppy.

The one friend that had never let her down

his final repulsive act.

The reality she had no more tears to cry

her marriage was a lie!

 

With so much time she thought deep and long

remembering how they met.

He was so kind and caring to her back then

but he did slap her face.

When they first got engaged during a row

but she accepted it somehow.

 

Now twelve months on living in fear of this man

maybe paralysed for life!

Why  didn’t she listen to family and friends

too late for recriminations!

It was a miracle she had actually survived

and successfully revived!

 

How her heart ached for her pet Bobby.

 

The Foureyed Poet.