Oceans!

The oceans were once untouched

by mans destructive hands

far too deep for them to explore

through history strange tales

lights and objects seen from ships

our imagination it still grips!

 

Creatures to rising from the depths

attacking any passing ships

unidentified craft rising descending

into all the worlds seas

stories of alien races there far below

fear amongst us does grow!

 

Little known of what is down there

as plans are formulated

to mine the minerals yet untapped

prepared to strip them clean

discovering what is on the seabed

and whatever else doth tread!

 

The mystery of the deep has chilled

putting fear into the hearts

of mariners since all written records

ships sailed never more seen

also planes to and countless lives lost

into other dimensions crossed?

 

What does exist in the mighty power

of the oceans our futures to sour?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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Proud!

She stood sixteen hands proud and strong

grey with black mane

a young horse just arrived from England

fresh and innocent

from the safety of home to the battle front

taken by the army

to carry the Captain upon her sturdy back

heading the attack!

 

Far from her master who she knew from birth

the open fields to roam

into the bloodbath of war of mud and death

a multitude of animals

keeping the war machine in constant motion

dying with the soldiers

interacting in human conflicts had no choice

no rights or voice!

 

This was a time of man and animals integrating

shown much kindness

even more brutality in of war of young lives lost

horses worked mercilessly

until they fell with the soldiers the proud mare

was tough and stubborn

wanting to be home from those she was taken

for so many were forsaken!

 

After this barbaric war had finally come to an end

there were eight million

horses mules and donkeys killed in their service

to assist perpetual greed

many were sold for meat but thankfully thousands

came back to blighty

the proud mare whose name was Belle was saved

her bravery praised!

 

Bruised and scared she came returned to the farm

she loved and knew

to open spaces free from noise and destruction

shells and shrapnel

the army officer to came home and kept in touch

both never to forget

those times of depravity and this futile carnage

of mans endless rage!

 

Belle lived happily until she succumbed to age!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

Aircraft!

The last aircraft had just safely landed

in the air traffic control tower

a unified sigh was expelled by them all

as the tension within released

their long twilight shift had now ended

from nowhere a plane descended!

 

No blips were observed on the radar screen

nor radio contact received

soon could visibly see it from the windows

a twin turbo prop like a shadow

did a text-book landing on the unlit runway

what strange forces were at play?

 

The fire service and base security alerted

sped to the unexpected scene

they could only watch this spectacle

unfolding before them below

the markings and airline were unknown

from where had it flown?

 

On the tarmac it seemed lifeless ghostly

armed police waited agitated

as steps were hastily wheeled into place

nothing stirred as the door

was forcibly opened they rushed aboard

into a domain yet unexplored!

 

What they found was a new experience

an unbelievable sight before them

rows of skeletal remains in their seats

clothed in a very old style garb

appeared no sign of panic or any threat

on the fate passengers had met!

 

On the flight deck both pilots were found

bony hands on the controls

but how could it land nothing was alive

there was no power on the craft

soon discovered it departed from here

but soon after did disappear!

 

This happened sixty years ago to that day

no trace was ever found

until somehow it landed where it had left

the mystery was kept quiet

all evidence hidden from public exposure

so there could be no closure!

 

Years later a reporter was told of the case

who dug deep the truth to trace

any enquiry to seek out further information

blocked so never got confirmation!

 

He did persist but had a fatal accident!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Privacy!

Should we all be very afraid?#TheFoureyedPoet.

The Foureyed Poet

Privacy is no longer an assured fact

as we toil through our daily lives

from every angle we are tracked

cameras spy on us when we move

most secrets of our lives we share

streets shops the eyes are there

in the air the drones also stare

from satellites and other sources

controlling us from saturated skies

nobody can feel they are all alone

surveillance increases at a mega rate

how long before it’s a military state?

Upon this earth we must carefully Tread!

#TheFoureyedPoet.

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Shadows!

Both sat in what was a special spot

where they never got disturbed

their families rejected their union

seeking time out of the public eye

where no humans would pry!

 

For he was from another dimension

though he could shape shift

it was hard to maintain human form

here he could be just himself

the girl prefered to be out at night

daylight made her skin-tight!

 

She moved amongst us unnoticed

always stayed in the shadows

she prefered not to mix with people

her race lived underground

being of the blood draining breed

needing humans to feed!

 

But they had been almost wiped out

those who remained hidden

the search for a new source required

desperate times drove her

to find solutions or become extinct

seeking their strains to be linked!

 

But if that was not possible she knew

by deceit they would overrun

these alien species they could adapt

to their body juices to survive

but equally for his kind plans existed

both races plots persisted!

 

Soon to be final wars for life to remain

on a ravaged aging planet

to decide the conquers hollow victory

with any remnants of hope

disappearing in oblivion and the void

the world at last destroyed!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Hot!

With the hot weather sapping their strength

the group of teenage friends

found a spot along the fast flowing river

where a natural pool was formed

to cool themselves from blistering heat

that also burnt their naked feet!

 

This was an unfamiliar spot along the bank

the fives senses became aware

of the sudden ripples in the still clear water

and how it became so quiet

as if danger was very close to their position

to each other confirmed suspicion!

 

Without warning the huge shape sprang out

from the pool screeching

grabbing by his leg the youngest teen Al

who was instantly swallowed

instinct made them blindly panic and scatter

there was no time for idle chatter!

 

As they tripped getting caught in undergrowth

weird sounds now ever closer

there was nowhere to hide from this thing

that resembled a huge snake

soon exhausted afraid to call to each other

desperately trying to find safe cover!

 

The weather had changed now heavy rain fell

scared to breath or even twitch

ground and vegetation seemed to shudder

alone yet were almost touching

knowing death was slowly slithering their way

sinking in the sodden clay!

 

Coming close zigzagging between their bodies

its slimy body even touching

over the legs of one of the girls who screamed

unable to stifle her pain

she to would soon have been the next fatality

in this nightmare of irrationality!

 

Saying their last departing prays men’s voices

were heard shouting then gun fire

the creature retreated but did not get far

suddenly turning to strike

an explosion tore it apart spraying everyone

in yellow goo at last it was done!

 

Convenient a military patrol was close by!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Home!

Weary and disillusioned they came home

left as boys returned old men

within their minds and damaged bodies

too many lost in the trenches

sinking and dying in deep stinking mud

for country spilling their blood!

 

Longing to be back with family at home

conditions not for any creatures

that deafening noise of exploding shells

crouching in those hell pits

like burrowing moles never dry or warm

trying to survive the brutal storm!

 

Chocking those without protective masks

mustard gas like a yellow fog

seeped in without  mercy a silent killer

nor raising heads as snipers aimed

across no mans land the soldiers waited

far away the officers debated!

 

In safety top brass making the decisions

of when they had to attack the foe

like moving chess pieces on the board

lives were put in jeopardy

for the gain of just a few feet of territory

whose was this savage glory?

 

Millions have perished so it will continue

the never ending cycle of war

peace it is said no profit can ever be made

the majority are but pawns

from the 1914 to 1918 quoted Great War

nothings changed what else is in store?

 

Surely most want peace and unity for all

or will it go on until mankind does fall?

 

The soldiers just want to go home!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Vocation!

She was young yet acting so tough

seemed older than her years

rich beyond most people’s dreams

was alone in a wild vocation

not the usual burden a teen faces

but with gusto embraces!

 

On social media confronting the foe

much pressure on her shoulders

already enemies looming into focus

wanting to be with the money

leaches adding to the burden of fame

if she flops wont take the blame!

 

That exterior has shades of maturity

family support and protect

sings like and angel a wisp devilment

sixteen she has that presence

an innocent aura that will never fade

on a pinnacle erect on parade!

 

She stands out from the other clones

still vultures circle to pick the bones!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

Illegal Race!

The engine purred it was highly tuned

pristine so shiny the red beast

along side a green car with tinted glass

both poised on the open road

a girl stood holding red handkerchief

jumping with such excitement

hundreds there shouting making a din

ready for the illegal race to begin!

 

As her arm dropped with a sharp thrust

engines roared wheels spinning

smell of burnt rubber soon out of sight

speeds now exceeded a ton

down the public highway eyes fixated

the law these speeders hated!

 

Their paths blocked as they approached

passing pedestrians scattered

too often other motorists compromised

by adrenaline pumping youth

risking their lives and others for the thrill

lacking common sense and skill!

 

After night falls on any long straight roads

teenage racers will gather

to break the law to show off and display

their customized chariots

for them no rules just drive like bloody hell

boasting videos and stories to tell!

 

Living for the moment upon social media!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Tunnels!

Down into the deep cold dank tunnels

the group headed to investigate

a historic fort on the rugged coastline

protecting the nation for centuries

the ominous granite walls a landmark

what waited for then in the dark?

 

It was to be not only their first visit

no other group had entered

since the fought had been occupied

by soldiers during the war

in the forties its last official conflict

their findings could not predict!

 

Down the stone steps to a bolted gate

three apprehensive men

entering felt the rush of stale cold air

hit their faces gasped to breath

keeping together moved with vigilance

they were feeling intense!

 

Head torches piercing the deep blackness

water dripping from above

walls slimy to touch any sound magnified

in the distance a female scream

loud shouting voices to halted progress

their enthusiasm did suppress!

 

Uneasy about getting lost decided to retreat

as a deep groan then vicious push

made them turn and run in a blind terror

soon back at the entrance panting

feeling safer now pondered their evidence

implications for research immense!

 

It had been picked up by their equipment

this reinforced their commitment!

 

Knew they had to go back into the tunnels!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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