Relaxing Day!

It had been a beautiful relaxing day

unfamiliar rumbles irritating

she thought was a distant storm

sat watching television

her phone vibrated on silent mode

more than normally glowed!


The air within her neat home crackled

electric shocks made her wince

it was not an ordinary day she knew

bright fork like lightning exploded

wrecking the area in which she resided

what with her world had collided?


Like a pulse wave electricity had gone

as craft appeared in the skies

now filling the once blue cloudless space

planes crashed to the ground

a crescendo of ear-splitting sounds

upon her sanity pounds!


Then creatures swamped the landscape

overwhelming any resistance

as people were eliminated from earth

predictions were ignored

nobody believed it could be a fact

with aliens to really interact!


So many movies and television dramas

bombarding us with CGI

apathetic to the chance it was a warning

this was a coming threat

until the moment of the actual event

when humanity to hell was sent!


All communication with earth lost!






She squatted in the corner of the cell

alone here in her dark mood

certain in the gloom was not alone

accused of multiple homicides

knowing these charges were just lies

as around buzzed the flies!


She was the babysitter nothing more

had looked after them before

needed the money surely not a crime

the children were frightened

said the nasty man lived up in the attic

thought kids were over dramatic!


Had heard odd noises while there before

took no notice of their pleas

to stay near their bedrooms that night

wanted to text her boyfriend

the only interest filling her young mind

to the police officer defined!


When she told them the lights went out

cell phone signal was lost

in the darkness that ensued she saw it

a monster with a horrible face

the eye sockets were just blackness

filling her full of emptiness!


For a split second then all seemed well

until noises from upstairs

but invisible hands threw her back down

furniture moved all around

as the parents came into this disturbance

desperately trying to make a stance!


Knives came out of thin air stabbing at them

she could only watch as objects hit

had to get out of that madhouse to stay alive

crashing through a window

for a few moments heard the children’s cries

dazed saw the thing behind them

could only run but something was following

soon within felt the clawing!


Terrified beyond belief ran until she collapsed

ending on the police station steps

taken inside could only yell out the address

soon the horrific scene was found

soon she had become their prime suspect

her fragmented story did reject!


She fought them agitated and confused

was forcibly placed into the cell

a light above plunged her into the dark

then aware the thing was there

deep growls surrounded her frail frame

as she was thrust violently

against the cold tiled wall and to the floor

the blood from her body did pour!


The noise brought officers rapidly to assist

but she had passed from this life

none saw the beast fade into the shadows

as the light came on once more

the visible carnage was all they could see

unaware of the evil that would be!


The Foureyed Poet.


The SUV had stopped on a busy carriageway

cars drivers horns blaring annoyed

as it blocked the progress in their journeys

eventually an off duty cop came by

could see the driver so got out to investigate

intended with them to berate!


Called for assistance to help with the traffic flow

approached the vehicle with caution

noticed scorch marks upon the roof looked in

everything was still felt uneasy

tapped the window speaking no reply or reaction

could see the face lifeless and waxen!


With consternation guardedly opened the car door

there was a smell of burnt meat

heat coming off the still body gripping the wheel

made him retch and shudder

recoiling could do nothing for this poor bastard

too long in the job had made him hard!


Instincts made him ponder the actual cause

it was unusual and bloody creepy

knew this was somehow a professional hit

never seen this in his many years

scouring the skies in all directions perceived

knew his theory would no be believed!


Though could not detect any by sight or sound

had heard drones were deployed

their purpose maybe more than observation

these thoughts could not express

in fear of his own and families continuation

and for their eternal damnation!


Leaving it to the traffic division left his lips sealed!


The Foureyed Poet.









I can remember when it was fun and less traffic on the now crowded roads! The Foureyed Poet.

The Foureyed Poet

Bumper to bumper traffic each day crawls along

frustration and tempers rise as time goes by

cyclist and motor bikes weave their way

amongst the cars as drivers shout out abuse

vans four by fours bully their way through

as big lorries loom into your view!

Dwarfing your car you  feel intimidated

these monsters everywhere are hated!

More roads are built crisscrossing the land

ever-increasing motor cars are produced

prices soaring struggling to be independent

but public transport costs forever surge

for most living made harder to maintain

even basic standards difficult to sustain!

Speed cameras photograph your every move

motorists have no rights to disapprove

fewer police to enforce or protect our roadways

gone those once pleasant travelling days!

The Foureyed Poet.

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Taken by surprise at the screeching seagull

swooping down trying to snatch

the sandwiches she had made hours before

circling above so menacingly

running along that path in such a blind panic

petrified mental state manic!


In front a lone person was blocking her path

dread becoming overwhelming

as she neared they did not move aside at all

it had meant to be a break

from the stresses of an abusive relationship

in reality losing her grip!


The uneven clifftop path made her stumble

as the paranoia took over

the gulls relentless onslaught continued on

the shape ever closer

fatigue making every muscle painful to use

lungs gasping in self-abuse!


Unable to stray being a steep bank one side

the other a sheer drop to incoming tide!


Approaching the spot where the person stood

realised nobody was there

shaken it once more attacked balance lost

the sky now in her vision

over the edge with an increasing free fall

just like a child’s rag doll!


Something watched as her vision and life faded!



The Foureyed Poet.



The teenager was excited that Monday

heading to her choice of university

tears kisses and hugs from parents

she was of a nerd disposition

excited with a thirst for knowledge

history of the occult at college!


Her one desire being a parapsychologist

always had an interest in ghosts

ever since she saw a girl in her bedroom

told mum she said it was a dream

but it was definitely real she was awake

can still feel the headache!


Saw it many times after all over the house

always made her head throb

yet never felt threatened just very sad

was about twelve at the time

from then on heard voices in her mind

the future had been defined!


Kept all this from the family and friends

none of them could understand

glad at last to get away from that house

now nineteen had to find direction

compelled to this historic seat of learning

entering her stomach was churning!


Could not admit she had psychic abilities

early afternoon seemed quiet

surely should be busy on registration day

there was a buzz of many

voices blasting her brain hard to breath

it kept repeating Macbeth!


Reeling hearing movement behind her

a young woman in long robe

silently came over with a chilling smile

hi Sara my names Beth

you have been eagerly expected here

everything will be made clear!


By eyes alone she was guided into a room

without hesitation followed

as though it was natural to walk behind

this creepy young stranger

two huge doors seemed to open unaided

with singing being serenaded!


Candles lit the way the atmosphere heavy

hooded figures could be seen

that awareness flooded her profound mind

knew she was out of her depth

as the black-robed figures now surrounded

her petite body terror unbounded!


Now hands were pushing her towards what

soon became clear was an altar

the female whose name was Beth turned

you have been chosen to join

ancient witches coven by careful selection

here under our protection!


As she stood she was stripped and re-dressed

into a dark long red robe

on the altar lay what looked like a teenager

draped in a white gown

found herself standing with a knife in hand

this moment had not planned!


Could not stop as the compulsion to kill surged

the knife above raised high

had no control as it plunged she screamed

all went dark then awoke

was now alone outside of this gothic facade

her thoughts no longer strayed!



Her destiny had been foretold this had to be faced

fearful for the ordeal braced!


Eyes watched as she entered unable to escape!


The Foureyed Poet.



Street Scene!

There in the gutter she sat disheveled

bruised a cut on her forehead

a passing motorist witnessed the attack

as two thugs punched the girl

dragging her onto the sodden roadway

in a callous and brutal display!


Being disturbed by the concerned motorist

grabbed her shoulder bag

ran off laughing without any care or thought

calling the police went to her aid

soon police and ambulance crew on scene

to assist the petrified teen!


Another everyday violent public street scene

violence erupting with no warning

paramedics attended the innocent victim

knowing it could have been worse

the policewoman spoke kindly giving support

seeking clues for them to be caught!


A crowd grew cameras recorded the moment

her mum arrived to comfort her

but as she had sustained series facial injuries

was transported to hospital

her blood flowed washed into the storm drain

by the now torrential rain!


Soon there was no indication of the ordeal

just another statistic and person to heal!


The Foureyed Poet.

House! The Beginning!

Alone neglected the house was stark

empty for years unwelcome icy cold

silent nothing moved it looked dark

with a faded sign reading house sold

whether night or day there is no telling

what was in this abominable dwelling!


Noises had often been heard from inside

even the stagnant air had a foul smell

what did this house have within to hide

could it be another gateway to hell

oozing evil this was an abomination

they entered with a deep trepidation!


Trees were rotten everything had died

yet these fools still the house defied!


The Foureyed Poet.

Blips On A radar Screen!

Flimsy carbon tubes that fly in the air! The Foureyed Poet.

The Foureyed Poet

Blips on a radar screen the main indication

stacked in a long line waiting to land

thousands of tons of planes in the air poised

families and friends waiting excitedly below

passengers putting their full trust in the crew

anxious that their arrival time maybe overdue!

Circling for an available airport landing slot

guided by computers pilots and ground control

only a few know the numbers floating up there

every few seconds many craft take off and land

how near to a major crash or irreversible mistake

over populated skies the risk we are forced to take!

Are these beasts safe flying their numbers expanding

carbon tubes our fate in their hands on landing!

The Foureyed Poet.

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His journey would soon become a nightmare! The Foureyed Poet.

The Foureyed Poet

On his way to meet friends at a hotel

set in a valley amongst trees

the journey took him on lonely roads

untouched and unspoilt

elements of magic and ancient legends

around the dips and bends!

Now dusk wished he was not on his own

eyes tiring in the gloom

hindered by a thickening mist in the valley

the radio crackled annoyingly

ahead saw somebody walking in the road

at a good pace they strode!

Approaching seemed to walk into his path

yet no sound of impact felt

even driving slow could not avoid a collision

coming to an emergency stop

concerned had to reverse back to be sure

frantically had to explore!

Hesitantly got out into the swirling moist mist

glad he brought the torch

searched in a frenzied manner a long stretch

of  road and grass verge

nothing was there no body of man or beast

then all…

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