The Bench!

A time when the bench was my place to reflect

a haven of sanity in a young mind

unable to communicate thoughts kept within

not knowing what path to take

or how soon I would get out of my depression

had that blank facial expression!

 

The bench on the hill was a focal point to reach

away from the misery of home

surrounded by trees and a busy cross roads

just as my life in a daze reached

feeling there was no hope needing direction

with society had a disconnection!

 

This was over fifty years passed still remember

determination guided me to safety

avoiding the dark moments of spiraling despair

into drink and drugs addiction

found my own route away from the shady side

from life’s reality never did hide!

 

Where humans dwell misery is always too near

we should feel safe but live in fear!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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Uncharted!

Excitedly they boarded the truck

to take them to base camp

for the start of their adventure

to explore icy wastelands

scientists and good friends bound

for uncharted ground!

 

Setting off in a heavy snow storm

rising up into the mountains

after several hours decided to stop

for the night it was tiring

placing their tents close together

protection from the weather!

 

Told wolves were known to roam

before settling down

saw lights darting in the distance

then they went to sleep

for any deadly danger not aware

or in the vicinity of any lair!

 

Communications could not be made

putting it down to weather

but after four days the team at base

became very concerned

sending a search and rescue squad

through thick snow trod!

 

The mist hung low over the mountains

came upon three tents

each badly torn in one a body laid

mutilated a look of terror

another just in night-gown bare feet

the mood became downbeat!

 

Another body found without clothes

soon two close together

frozen also mutilated fear on faces

what had happened here

then three days before anymore

such a vast area to explore!

 

The rest just in night attire here so cold

it was though they fled

in fear of their lives happening quickly

yet there were no tracks

but only of those who were deceased

not of any monstrous beast!

 

The last victim was the most bizarre

tongue and lower jaw missing

blood had been drained from her to

conspiracy theories grew

a hundred years on from that date

endures to be a weird debate!

 

Just one more unsolved mystery!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Taylor!

She walked down the quiet lane

witnesses told the police

smiling and singing as always

everybody knew Taylor

a local lass well-known there

always a word to share!

 

A regular journey to see gran

who lived on a farm

at the end of old tinkers lane

gran waited as usual

never reached her destination

causing fear and frustration!

 

As afternoon became evening

the family gathered

police called a search began

by her many friends

neighbours joined in as well

but soon darkness fell!

 

The days became many weeks

no explanation found

mentioned she was eighteen

an adult not a child

to her parents their baby still

a void nothing could fill!

 

Hope faded worst synopsis feared

no suspects or motive

within this tight nit community

rumours then emerged

that strange clouds were seen

and a friend saw the teen!

 

Only for seconds then vanished

put it down to a mistake

caught in the emotional wave

forgot to mention it

but news outlets had moved on

the interest value gone!

 

Two months later she returned

Taylor came home

as her brother and sister strolled

into their kitchen

one Friday after being at school

quietly sitting on a stool!

 

Mum was crying emotionally to

she looked over smiling

that unique reassuring glance

as if nothing was wrong

ending up hugging each other

mum sisters and brother!

 

Eagerly asking the one question

where had she been

yet Taylor could not answer this

thought it the same day

of missing time no recollection

of anything wrong rejection!

 

The journey to the truth compelling!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

 

Battle!

A major battle the soldier hid

exhausted in the rubble

heat of the day taking its toll

upon his weary tired body

comrades lay dead about him

in this once small town

knew it as a gentle community

of love respect and unity!

 

Here remnants of a rebel cell

could not give up now

remembering this was home

fight until resistance gone

yet from a high vantage point

in a snipers line of sight

who had one thought eliminate

no time for debate!

 

Let his guard down head too high

a faint popping sound

the bullet went through his head

fell by his comrades

another casualty amongst many

that few would mourn

long forgotten cause of the war

this the soldiers last tour!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

Under!

Felt a vibration under his feet

relaxing in the garden

a warm day the birds singing

noticed they stopped

suddenly his drink just tipped

over onto the grass

this made him jump held chair

under his breath did swear!

 

From miles away heard the bang

plumes of smoke rose

from a distant volcano it came

then flames and lava to

knew had to get family away

the garden began to crack

rapidly crumbled under his feet

with an unbearable heat!

 

Frightened he picked up the kids

wife running close behind

barely getting off the drive safely

as landscaped collapsed

blackness filled the sunny skyline

their home consumed

an acrid smoke made them choke

no time to lose hope!

 

They were alive many had perished!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

One Glance!

A lonely heart can make you imagine anything!#TheFoureyedPoet.

The Foureyed Poet

Just one cool smile and friendly look

made me feel so warm deep inside

then you had gone into the night

it was hard wanted you to be

no flashing lights filled my mind

knew you were the genuine kind!

Days passed solitude gripped my being

your face swamped my every second

each and every day of my empty life

focusing hard were you a real being

how alive you really made me feel

that moment of joy could not conceal!

Uncertainty flooded my own existence

after so long still felt the same

but these deep feelings had to suppress

as our paths never crossed again

was it my loneliness that had created you

hoping the imaginary love was true?

#TheFoureyedPoet.

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Shelter!

The shelter bleak empty and vandalised

was a familiar sight each day

attracting many odd characters to hover

like flies around dog poo

a base for the youngsters to plan trouble

not such an angelic hubble!

 

Glass replaced with plastic this to shattered

now left to decay with rubbish

intimate moments it was for many a haven

where characters gathered

weed smoked drugs to often exchanged

also dodgy business arranged!

 

If it could speak interesting tales could tell

the shelter also a landmark

for years the law just turned a blind eye

but when the object was found

the gatherings abruptly curtailed evermore

so revitalised the folklore!

 

The glowing rock just appeared from the sky

making a big hole causing a fire

this stopped the regulars from going to close

some were curious so approached

instantly incinerated as the rest dispersed

but everybody was coerced!

 

Unmarked vehicles and helicopters arrived

they were all rounded up

efficiently loaded on to trucks and removed

an airtight box was placed nearby

two robots carefully placed the object within

a major clean up did begin!

 

Being the only witness just escaping their grasp

watched and took photos as proof

thought I had escaped unnoticed but they knew

now on the run in fear of dying

the newspaper editor read with amazement

contents of an envelope to him sent!

 

At that time had no idea of the fatal ramification

soon realised it would lead to our damnation!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Gone!

Just glanced out of my bungalow

from the front doorway

a young couple walked slowly by

across the road from me

seconds later from lounge window

were gone where did they go?

 

Could not have moved so quickly

he tall bearded had dark hair

she wore a coat of multicolours

they were real and solid

me no drink or drugs consumed

had my mind become attuned?

 

Or was it just a trick of the light

interpreted by my brain

from that moment did ponder

at the images viewed

and without a doubt it was real

had that no explanation feel!

 

Certain had seen in the square

outlines of figures pass

never looking so real as these

watched for some hours

did not return a little unnerved

any opinions are deferred!

 

Now on alert for anymore sightings!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Wi-Fi!

As he sat in the coffee bar his head buzzed

was aware of a headache

these were becoming far more regular

it had started six months ago

above his head saw the small wi-fi box

had he found a true paradox?

 

Since the new system 5g was deployed

there was like an electrical charge

even his friends seemed to rarely call

everyone around were a sickly pale

the familiar staff were gone automated

no banter while you waited!

 

Robots now cleaned and cleared tables

since the humans were obsolete

an increasing bitterness gathered pace

within a decade civil rights gone

impossible to tell who were the living

androids were cold and unforgiving!

 

They realised the frailties of mankind

intelligent and indestructible

foolishly created by those who ruled

as offensive weapons of war

were allowed unchecked to diversify

no longer images of sci-fi!

 

The battles still rage as superior androids

mercilessly seeked to eliminate

all those with a heart pumping red blood

their creators cowered underground

earth’s surface covered with our bones

those defiant fought in battle zones!

 

To the last human they would never surrender!

 

Just another conspiracy theory?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Criticizing!

Had been vocal criticizing the authority’s

determined to uncover the facts

most of the population accepted it as truth

knew he was monitored

his whole life logged nowhere to hide

but he still had his pride!

 

All means of communication taken down

impossible to send his message

knew his very existence was now in peril

but had to tell what he knew

unseen forces began to intensify on him

honesty made his life grim!

 

Hid away so not to draw anymore attention

broke contact with others

who became a risk to the powers that ruled

to what they believed was going on

the public lived in a false state of sanctuary

accepting everything voluntary!

 

One new day nobody could contact him at all

had bravely exposed a cult

so there was a deep concern for his welfare

several members went to call

swat vehicles were there in force that day

his life had been taken away!

 

Police said they had a warrant for his arrest

thought he had gone for his gun

so had no choice but to shoot him dead

friends knew he had no weapon

but this fact was never publicly disclosed

the case was simply closed!

 

Is this just another conspiracy theory?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

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