Feeling Good!

Feeling good could not understand why

weather was wet and very cold

yet somehow wanted to sing out loud

had a big smile without really trying

certain nothing had changed in his life

thinking carefully about his good mood

had the same problems as most for sure

but from his outlook wanted to feel more!

 

Though it was lockdown here once again

restrictions on what anybody could feel

that Covid-19 epidemic hit people hard

he simply just took it all in his stride

socially distancing and wearing a face mask

careful to wash his hands and not touch

still kept his smile and saw it through 

as most in this situation would do!

 

Most are embedded and following the rules

almost afraid to break any decisions

in this third lockdown every one was weary

to try and defeat this awful viral bug

a vaccine is being delivered we can only hope

that life can get better so we are able to cope!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Door Bell!

The doorbell woke them making a loud ring

as they relaxed in front of the telly

both were half asleep took no notice

then there was pounding as the door shook

from a quiet afternoon it now erupted

getting up the young man walked quickly

flustered thinking something was wrong

almost afraid to open the door but was strong!

 

A deep breath looked out but nobody was there

taken aback as everything seemed so quiet

sat down once more feeling unsettled

a few minutes later footsteps were heard

above them they glanced at each other scared

newly weds had not moved in until recently

had not heard anything like this before

why it had started both were unsure!

 

It was an old house that had been renovated

but no stories had they heard of ghosts

as the day turned rapidly to early evening

they could not get any peace inside

tapping sounds could be heard from somewhere

could only hold tightly to each other

afraid to wander around the house to investigate

both had become emotionally in an anxiety state!

 

Could hear talking they just wanted to get out

no longer able to stay in the dwelling

as on the coffee table a glass fell on the floor

had to leave did not want to be there anymore!

 

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The Golden Shield!

Their quest had begun at last they all met

a group of young warriors had gathered

to find The Golden Shield stolen by their foe

on top of the mountain they viewed

the wondrous valley that lay far below

in the distance the barrier was visible

in defiance they held their swords high

nothing would deter them they did cry!

 

The weather was fine from where they stood

As in unity they rose high into the air

flying towards the darkened entrance

where from their peaceful and placid realm

to another dimension of endless wars

their first battle came too quickly to pass

as on the dividing line they were confronted

blades clashed they fought as the hunted!

 

With cunning and power they fought through

scattering the band of fighters in their way

now filled with pride at the small victory

going fourth with stealth and purpose

not wanting to arouse the attention of the foe

aiming to achieve the retrieval their prize

was the priority of their every single move

now to locate and with force the item remove!

 

With good fortune found the secret location

with the help of information that was obtained

closing in soldiers were in numbers patrolling

guarding something with the greatest of care

how to break in without creating great carnage

was the question and skill they trained to achieve

one by one the enemy was soon overpowered

as a mighty fighting unit they bravely towered!

 

There Inside before them was The Golden Shield

gently they extracted it safely now to escape

as they exited they came upon strong resistance

retreating through the badlands they had to fly

as arrows whizzed passed them at high speed

sadly several were wounded in the rapid retreat

yet somehow they all got to the barrier line

with a cheer and a pray they were back safe and fine!

 

Soon The Golden Shield was back in its place

they were welcomed back a celebration to face!

 

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Mud Larks!

In the putrid mud of the river Thames 

the mud larks searched for any treasure

up to their waists they each scrabbled

looking for things that could be recovered

women and children spent their existence

trying to make a living just to survive

in the eighteenth century of old London town

they wallowed in mud face down!

 

Toiling every day to find any kind of items

just so they could make a basic living

in all weathers there they clambered

through slime and riverside deep mud 

finding trinkets and gold from deep below

the mud larks were part of London’s history

exhausted and starving they had to seek

even though undernourished and weak!

 

They are remembered at the Thames low tide

the mud larks together side by side!

 

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Mist!

Suddenly on his windscreen was a mist

where it had been a nice day and clear

having to make an emergency stop

luckily it was on a quiet stretch of road

a thick mist surrounded him on all sides

creating a frightening chocking sensation

so thick he could not see his own hand

as in a nightmare he did now stand!

 

Uneasy saw strange shapes before him

moving around making not a sound

he was terrified at this weird occurrence

what was going on he had just left home

this must be a bad dream he thought

some understanding he desperately sought!

 

With all his effort got back into the car

gasping for every single breath

in a state of sheer terror he just sat

the mist as it had come then disappeared

found himself still on his driveway

all was clear now a beautiful day!

 

Confused he noticed several hours had passed!

 

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found himself on his own drivewayall was bright on a beautiful sunny day!Confused noticed several hours had passed by!

 

 

Shook!

The trees shook violently in the wind

swaying almost to the hard ground

as the storm surged ever onward

householders were asked to leave

but many were determined to stay

foolishly they would not move away!

The crescendo of the wind whistling loudly

as if trying to add even more to the terror

of those trapped within their homes

debris filled the wide empty lonely streets

vehicles tossed as if only small toy cars

people being left with deep mental scars!

The storm raged on it’s destructive path

nothing can control it’s power and fury

what can man do against mighty nature

even with their technology were helpless

only able to watch and wait for it to pass by

often hearing the sound of a human cry!

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Peace And Goodwill!

Nothing changes as the years pass us by!#TheFoureyedPoet.

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Bright flashing Christmas lights are everywhere you turn

families enjoying the ever-increasing expensive fare

the time when Peace and Goodwill should be around

prices rising yet expectations by excited children high

to what they want to receive from old Santa Clause

do the youngsters appreciate just how lucky they are

when once modest presents were given and enjoyed

now expensive gifts are demanded simplicity is void!

Unbelievable still today another side to the season

many without anywhere to live or money to spend

struggling to survive facing cold and no prospects

each with a different reason for their state of living

desperately lonely a society not keen on giving

where many rely on benefits and charities for hope

especially at Christmas when compassion is sort

adding mercy love and a genuine kind thought!

That season is here prices higher than ever before

the affluent have no real care for those floundering

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The Well!

There in the garden long forgotten A Well

almost hidden by weeds and a thorn bushes

it’s mystery unknown for many generations

while exploring the vastly overgrown area

the new house owners were very surprised

with this find were completely mesmerized!

 

An unexpected find they said trying hard

to see this Well that had been neglected

so they began to clear the weeds away

a task that took the afternoon to see

what it looked like they were excited

what a find both felt so delighted!

 

Soon The Well was cleared of any rubbish

a thatched roof with a bolted wood cover

it was made of rock stone blocks

even had a rope wound around with a handle

and a bucket yet there was an uneasy feeling

as they stood back yet it was appealing!

 

It was then they smelt a strong odor

sound of tapping coming from the lid

they stood perplexed at this occurrence

moving backwards as it continued on

then the lid began to loudly vibrate

making them tremble in a terrible state!

 

Realizing the lock had become unattached

also hearing a voice pleading for help

they retreated backwards into their house

wishing now they had left The Well alone

next they heard a wailing female voice

there was nowhere to go had no choice!

 

The lid flew off and the cry got louder

made them hold their ears to block the noise

not knowing what to do held onto each other

focused on The Well saw a bony hand

slide out and was gripping the rim tightly

as a grotesque shape rose so unsightly!

 

Forcing themselves back they turned and ran

out into a quiet country lane in panic

shivering unsure of which way to run

when an unseen force drew them back in

in a trance went in nobody else was around

the figure stood now making no sound!

 

When friends could not contact the couple

called in certain that something was wrong

the house was unlocked so could enter

but there was no sign of them at all

looking outside could see The old Well

all seemed fine as far as they could tell!

 

An investigation was convened nothing found

but nobody checked The Well upon the ground!

 

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Jake!

The dog laid peacefully sleeping on the rug

content in his favourite place

but something made him stir

from dreaming he stood up dazed

as it was still very dark outside

noises awoke his defensive mode

with menace to seek he strode!

His beloved mistress was still in bed

but Jake was feeling sleepy himself

following faint sounds of movement

coming from the back of the house

was it that annoying little mouse?

With sensitive ears pricked up listened

a low deep growl came from within

saw a dark shape of an unknown man

picking up the picture screen he watched

at this he barked loudly and ran

towards an unsuspecting human!

Teeth bared he again barked at the figure

making the man yelp with some surprise

falling to the floor dropping what he had

crashing into the furniture noisely

lights came on as the owner appeared

shaken calling the police she cheered!

The disturbed burglar bruised and battered

had not checked there was no dog

caught in the act of stealing items

exhausted Jake was happy with the attention

just wanted to lay down quietly to rest

soon settling back down in his doggie nest!

The Burglar had run quickly out and escaped!

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Submarine!

In the midst of the ocean the submarine waited

sea water ferociously lapping its hull

as the crew in the conning tower gathered

scouring the horizon through binoculars

knowing a convoy was due to come by

watching intently with an eagle eye!

 

A calm cold day their patience straining

into view the target was sighted

they submerged down below the waves

and prepared themselves for an attack

the captain was focused on the task ahead

as it went down into the danger zone did tread!

 

At periscope depth he watched the foe

torpedoes in the tubes ready to fire

tension grew so did the adrenaline rush

as they waited to get them into range

finger on the button time seemed slow

as the concentration and fear did grow!

 

Unknown to them they had been discovered

by the destroyer leading the convoy

they had been picked up on the sonar

so the hunt was on to find the enemy

as a game of hunt and seek now began

as on the ships bridge the radar did scan!

 

As on the U Boat the captain lined up to strike

the hunter soon became the hunted

a ship soon came into their direct vision

and he was certain it would be the first kill

but above depth charges were deployed

reigning down surprised knew had to avoid!

 

Sounding the alarm for an emergency dive

trying get as deep as they could go

under pressure the seconds seemed so slow

as a ship was rapidly coming overhead

silent running ordered and engines stopped

as gently to the seabed the sub dropped!

 

The moment came when the hull shuddered

and violently swayed as explosions hit

as on the surface the ship closed in

dropping more charges down into the depths

all they could do was wait and hope

for their lives on the end of a thin rope!

 

After many hours stressed out it went quiet

and engine sounds from above had gone

realized they were safe and had escaped

could creep away as engines restarted

able to fight on after overcoming their fear

they had survived their future to them clear!

 

They had eluded but for them the battle went on!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.