Parting!

Parting from you was hard to bear

a sense of loss felt inside

love so deep only we could share

would know if you had lied

as together time passed so fast

without you seemed to slow

but how often reflected the past

without you life did not flow!

 

Those weeks passed truly lusted you

felt as if part of me was gone

missed those walks in morning dew

for your touch did greatly long

each revolution of the ticking clock

painful for me to watch alone

with sad refrain picked up the frock

thrown for reasons unknown!

 

My love grew while you were away

sunlight dull without you

noticing more dark clouds of grey

wondered if you missed me to

then an unexpected message sent

days sparkled with your intent!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

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Historic!

From within their home felt a strong presence

yet nothing seemed out of sync

the interior became illuminated a piercing light

compelled into their back garden

their gaze drawn upwards to a majestic display

clouds formed of rainbow colours

changing shapes as if an angelic glorious  rave

to the magnificence were its slave!

 

As though their minds were being manipulated

spellbound their eyes fixed

over the vast historic wilderness others gathered

some praying others recording

this mystical aerial pageant filled them with alarm

used to seeing flying objects

of unknown origin leaving everybody confounded

as their hold on reality pounded!

 

As the event had started it was now gone from sight

exhausted as if the spell was lifted

they retreated back into their homes to at last sleep

but there was still a distant sound

of voices like a perfect pitched choral choir singing

or this was what they perceived

high above them lights darted at super sonic speed

below ley lines were deeply laid!

 

These unbelievable images increasing is it a warning

of mans evil by a greater being us scorning!

Or could there be truth in the threat of aliens existing

whatever the phenomena is persisting!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

A Whisper!


The air suddenly becomes icy cold

your breath much deeper now

is the mind playing tricks on you

all is still yet you do not feel bold

just wanting to get out somehow

as your hands now turn blue

the loud thumping is your heart

pounding in an aching chest

imagination or a real event

not feeling very smart

a skeptic that loves to jest

there was a sense of intent

what was this feeling of dread

did you hear a whisper near

had an object hit the floor

were these sounds of the dead

now the meaning of fear

where was that exit door

in this ancient and rustic inn

member of a ghost hunting team

thinking why am I in this place

terrified of the building you’re in

suddenly there is a loud scream

through a window you see a face

your mind dramatically changed

did ghosts exist in the same space

getting out before coming deranged

that possibility tried to erase

is it wise having an inquisitive mind

you never know what you will find!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Strike Twelve!

Could hear a distant clock strike twelve midnight

it was now the new year of 2019

all around the explosions and colour of fireworks

she had drunk a lot but felt feisty

just slapped a friend who had become too familiar

it was an annual celebration

seeing in another year with all her school mates

reminiscing laughs and debates!

 

But this time a distinct uncomfortable atmosphere

had to get out of the noisy party

she found herself wondering dark country lanes

it was not frightening alone at first

until the fireworks had ended becoming so quiet

being a town dweller the countryside

was unfamiliar territory without a coat was cold

scared wanted somebody to hold!

 

She could hear strange noises and animals sounds

she guessed that was the explanation

had aimlessly wondered moving away from the party

unaware something nearby was stalking

the cold began to make her shiver clearing the mind

snow began to fall coming to a halt

turned to go back as a spider-like creature descended

from the trees feared her life had ended!

 

Instinct and adrenaline gave her strength and power

ran into a field visibility being near zero

tripping and scratching herself staying by the hedge

could sense it was following close by

how could it grow to such a huge size pondered

to scared dared not look behind

saw a light prayed it was where she had walked out

now filled with panic and doubt!

 

There was no sounds that had become so very loud

reached the garden wall climbed over

scraping both legs to escape the thing chasing her

in pain and bleeding got to the rear door

yes this was the place but now no drunken revelers

going inside the spider had caught up

Just managed to close it thought this thing contained

but a tentacle pierced her skull brain was drained!

 

Awoke shouting her boyfriend trying to calm her down

its alright C J another of those nightmares

never known you to have so many whats on your mind

settling down covered in sweat so real

shaking it off ignored his question but was concerned

having a cup of coffee got a text from a friend

inviting her to a New Years Eve party in the countryside

quickly accepting to her friend replied!

 

For a few moments shuddered thinking of that nightmare

just a coincidence no such thing as giant-spiders out there!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

Happy New Year!

Another year has come to a violent end

yet again the people do not disappoint

death destruction chaos misery abound

nothing different to those times before

as always nature the master of mankind

with other malicious forces is entwined!

 

Another unknown year is about to start

here we go again into the twilight zone

full of uncertainty where nothing is clear

so may I just add Happy New Year!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

Drones!

High above us silently unnoticed they fly

watching spying often with deadly intent

being used in ever-increasing numbers

with no pilots in them to lose their lives

drones flying guided with superior skill

with perfect accuracy for the kill!

 

Drones watching waiting poised in the war

these craft soon thinking for themselves

blending in with birds and things up there

for us undetected as our lives they share

their own computer and no human control

what is the robots destined role?

 

The ultimate stealth aircraft small and lethal

carrying weapons and cameras

from fantasy to a fearsome reality they evolve

raining down their armory

like dragons on the people upon the ground

beasts with no warning or sound!

 

Now on the public a new scourge has emerged

small drones anybody can buy

with little legislation and no license required

few take any notice of the peril

flying freely ignoring dangers without any care

risking disasters and untold despair!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Eli!

The young girl walked very slowly

down a crowded and noisy street

head bowed feeling alone so lowly

not wanting to talk shuffling her feet

dejection showed in her pretty face

looking much older than her years

another statistic lost without trace

in dingy streets where evil appears

each day filled with so deep despair

forced to be abused just to survive

felt no decent human was out there

not caring if she were dead or alive

sixteen years had passed Eli by

parents threw her out at fifteen

confused upset wondering why

learning how life could be so mean

met a man she thought was nice

but he introduced her to drugs

which led in a short time to vice

he was a pimp one of many thugs

she was deep in a unable to escape

began to think death the one release

desperately contacted an old mate

who unknown had joined the police

through an inner strength and will

helping her got away from the shit

now happy at eighteen no longer ill

survived to tell had risen from the pit!

 

Joyfully a young life had been saved

from the clutches of exploitation

hoping her life from now on paved

with respect and full of celebration!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

Swindon A Town!

There was a town once so neatly small

now has become an urban sprawl

creeping onwards on once green land

destroyed by humans greedy hand

a nightmare for nature and all mankind

what can or can’t be done isn’t defined

parts of the town destroyed not replaced

empty office blocks the region defaced

our historic buildings are allowed to rot

that seems like a planners evil plot

industrial sites mushroom all around

pollution increases pound by pound

traffic is choking the towns byways

gone forever it seems happy days

technology is forging its way ahead

is it a wonder or something to dread

my home town has changed for me

the countryside is much harder to see

everybody moves around so fast

truly would prefer to be in the past!

onward the town creeps on virgin land

with poor design the place is bland!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Underground!

His heart pounded feeling tense

relieved to shelter as rain fell

heading into the underground

his normal daily activity

after work in the city of London

end of the week loomed

regular trip home to his village

a contrast from daily rage!

 

Noticed the atmosphere changed

people still scurried about

usually too busy for interaction

yet this evening so different

staring at each other as if agitated

lighting seemed dimmer

within knew something was wrong

nor busker singing her song!

 

Down on the steep moving escalator

that made him feel faint

unsettling the airflow became heavy

specs of red like a trail

covered the usually pristine flooring

whaling sounds echoed

in the tunnels of the underground

now on platform southbound!

 

Normally crowded nobody was here

corpus amounts of blood

spread out as if bodies were dragged

heading into the dark tunnels

the smell of death made him retch

being the only person there

heard scratching noises very close by

as a creature above him did fly!

 

Falling over it then hovered overhead

as another monster crawled

upon the platform human like walking

upon all for limbs like a dog

panicking slipping on the bloody trail

fighting off the thing above

managed to reach the ascending stairs

as flying beast his flesh tears!

 

Then a yelling group of young passengers

scrambled on the escalator

fighting each other wildly trying to escape

climbing over the bodies

those who had succumbed to the savagery

swooping down on victims

many tumbling to the writhing horror below

with no strength had to let go!

 

He and a the few still able to run unaided

reached unresponsive gates

had to climb over in desperation to escape

neared the exit folding gates

but were locked as if staff quickly departed

trapping them within to expire

certain their fate was sealed it slid back

enough to avoid final attack!

 

Only four stood shaking were evacuated

thankful to have been liberated!

 

But this was not the only invasion from below!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Peace And Goodwill!

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

not for them food banks their only way to eat

nor fearing the court bailiffs banging on their door

is it not a myth the season of Peace and Goodwill

as death and destruction of humanity is in overkill!!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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