Island Of Hell!

Another violent institution where it’s said tormented souls have never left! The Foureyed Poet.

The Foureyed Poet

To the Island of hell the five now headed

visiting the long disused prison

stood ominously silent and foreboding

here to investigate the spirits

was said possessed the bricks and steel

what spectres did it conceal?

The deceased still walking within these walls

many witnesses had told

of threatening voices from those dead

prisoners there murdered

also several prison officers here as well

on the Island of hell!

Long before anything existed on the  land

native american’s  shunned it

knowing it was cursed evil roamed free

but when the prison was built

even the hardened criminals were afraid

on minds and souls evil preyed!

To this place the ghost investigation team came

to find out for themselves

if stories and experiences were actually true

none of these truth seekers

were disappointed at evidence perceived

without doubt believed!

From recorded messages to those red eyes

feeling somebody near

the moving shadow…

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Entity!

I told them it was an entity that made me do it! The Foureyed Poet.

The Foureyed Poet

At the time just did not believe her

how was it true she was odd

or assumed this a few weeks past

regrettably she was right

yes Jenny was a friend must confess

when we met it was a mess!

Me a party hound always out for fun

maybe fine when young

then forty could not take that pace

she came over and spoke

as always drunk vulgar and very rude

did not want her to intrude!

From the start she kept on about an entity

a sort of ghost insisted

it kept on taunting her when she got home

pleading with me to go with her

honestly thought the girl was plain mad

or just a little bit sad!

I  really felt she had problems not scared

but eventually did succumb

unable to say had begun to like her a lot

lived in a very old house

just the…

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Haunted!

What haunted the old mine? The Foureyed Poet.

The Foureyed Poet

What brushed by me that cold night

has haunted my life ever since

was it man beast or unknown origin

exploring a shutdown mine

something held my arm for sure

it chilled me to the core!

Then worked for a mining company

checking out a report of noises

from within the blocked entrance

that was still sealed tight

native workers would not go near

cowering frozen with fear!

One brave soul came to the site

remember being really scared

with a crow bar forced the planks

blocking our way in

soon the entrance was revealed

should have stayed sealed!

A terrible pain and a deathly chill

surged through my body

as if touched by something within

upon my exposed arm

sure there was activity in the dark

on my skin a burn mark!

Overwhelmed in terror made my exit

running like a jabbering wreck

past the frightened natives a coward

yet…

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Predictions Of Doom!

We can only wait for that day! The Foureyed Poet.

The Foureyed Poet

Are the predictions of doom founded

as the planet spins and circles

around our bright sun at a high-speed

humans trying to better nature

chaos continues to blight anything living

nature as always is never forgiving!

An endless stream of disaster scenarios

forever have been fed to the masses

can Nostradamus be the most quoted

but were his predictions too general

adapted to fit what we want to believe

making sense of tragedies we grieve!

The prophecies and deadlines pass us by

here we are still onward bound

each more dire yet do we get more blase

until another disaster stirs our anxiety

thinking is this the real prediction of doom

when our planet could be our final tomb!

Only time will tell as one day it must occur!

The Foureyed Poet.

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Guardian Angel!

Was this truly my guardian angel? The Foureyed Poet.

The Foureyed Poet

A soft voice spoke and a gentle hand pulled me back

as I felt my body falling in front of the train

confused and depressed screaming inside with rage

this act of mercy did not feel so at that point

life had become too much of a burden to exist

every fibre of my being then was totally pissed!

Drinking heavily and on drugs I saw my saviour

a tall figure that was just a blurred image

no kind words of thanks from my vile mouth

as the one aim was to finish my existence

darkness came then in a bright light I arose

a calm I had never known and angelic repose!

Sitting up in large clean bed no anger or any dread

the liberator was near to assure me I was not dead

my heart beat rapidly yet the thoughts were clear

this was my guardian angel who would stay here!

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The Copse!

It was an experience none of us would forget! The Foureyed Poet.

The Foureyed Poet

In the sunlight the copse seemed so fine

there had been tales

of ghostly sightings within its fencing

this was hard to believe

shadows cast as the sun shone down

leaves turning brown!

Here on an outdoor primary investigation

requiring little equipment

more observation of the sights and sounds

it was so natural in daylight

altering as darkness took over at sunset

causing that sense of threat!

The copse began to feel cold and sinister

we had worked out a route

with areas for each session to be held

natural sounds filtered in

at least for several hours it was good

then before me a figure stood!

Now we felt confused nothing was the same

our planned route not there

it became dense the dark solid and thick

wandering around in circles

ending back in the same spot we started

sad and downhearted!

Each thinking they saw shadows darting

as…

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Police!

The police our only shield against criminals and violent enemies of democracy! The Foureyed Poet.

The Foureyed Poet

A slow tension is it not rapidly unfolding

as our one line of defence is straining

our police force is feeling under threat

not a happy situation in such nasty days

we think the constabulary is in our debt

yet in the end the public always pays!

They are human beings like most of us

still have bills and families to care for

such a wide remit they have to bare

how the world order has changed today

are the general public completely aware

with no deterrent criminals are here to stay!

A delicate balance between good and bad

always a victim to attack with no conscience

gaining without working for honest toil

to them it is nothing more than just a thrill

society I can see is nicely coming to the boil

far to many on the streets are happy to kill!

Police our only shield against those who dare

this one fact society must always…

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Elli

The Foureyed Poet

The young girl walked very slowly

down a crowded and noisy street.

Head bowed feeling alone and lowly

not wanting to talk shuffling her feet.

Dejection showed in her pretty face

looking much older than her years.

Yet another statistic lost without trace

in the dingy streets where evil appears.

Each day filled with such deep despair

forced to be abused just to survive.

Feeling no decent human was out there

not caring whether she was dead or alive.

Sixteen years had passed Elli by

her parents had thrown her out at fourteen.

Confused and upset giving up wondering why

learning how life could be so mean.

Met a man she thought was so nice

but he introduced her to hard drugs.

Which led within a short time to vice

he was a pimp one of the many thugs.

Deep in the rut unable to escape

Elli felt death was…

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The Seashore

The Foureyed Poet

Sounds of the rolling surf

thrilled me deep down inside.

With peace on this earth

watching the fast incoming tide

the sand disappeared from sight

so did the clear daylight.

Rythmns on the lonely seashore

sent me into a trance.

The salt air once more

made me want to advance

minding the pebbles and debri

and objects you cannot see.

The powerful noisy mighty sea

surged onwards to the sand.

then it dawned upon me

you were holding my hand

in the water we stood

this moment was so good.

Water lapping at our feet

the holiday our only care.

Walking then taking a seat

together out love to share

nothing to disturb our fun

in the summer in the sun.

Whether it is in Egland or any other part of the world. It is a lovely thought to be  enjoying the wondeful sea and the sun in the company of a…

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