The Calling!

Knew it was A risk in the wilderness

but had the calling to come

since he was a child this was his aim

at first the weather was fine

he had brought minimum provisions

seen this place in his visions!

 

This was his predestined lifes mission

had prayed for guidance

had worried parents from a young age

dedicated and well-studied

at twenty knew told them he must go

his family’s misgivings did show!

 

That morning he set off on his mission

rode his rebuilt motorbike

an emotional parting then he was gone

happy that day had come

parked then carried a large backpack

heading up the twisty track!

 

Now absorbed by natural surroundings

within his own thoughts

seemed oblivious to the many creatures

was contented raising his arms

praying loudly and walked as if guided

all needs would be provided!

 

Had no doubt waited his whole life for this

by the fast pure waterfall

drank the pure nectar and settled down

nightfall rapidly approached

under the stars at last he was satisfied

his future would not be denied!

 

He had no fear knew god protected him

this was a hallowed ground

here was untainted by mans savage hand

within was purified of his sins

now with the power and love in his soul

was ready to accept his role!

 

Headed home ready to become the good priest!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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The Queue!

The Queue of exhausted starving people

snaked back over many streets

edging its way along at a snail’s pace

just to receive a loaf of bread

soldier patrolled showing no respect

had no choice but to accept!

 

Once smart clothes shabby and worn

but wore an identity label

nobody talked or dared show emotion

money had become worthless

for the once working classes despair

their dignity stripped bare!

 

Marshall law stopped looting and riots

money had no value anymore

towns and cities lay in ruins and gutted

from fires and bomb damage

the stench of sewage death and smoke

made everybody choke!

 

The rich had been hidden safely away

in vast walled enclaves

their lives protected and unaffected

looking down like gods

upon the now decimated population

in a world of damnation!

 

But within this prophesy created hell

a brilliant light on a young man fell!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Hidden!

Not a believer sat enthralled listening to the woman

whom had paid thirty pound

to see what the future could possibly be for her

declaring she was a medium

claiming to get messages from spirits of the dead

as yet hard to believe what she said!

 

Skeptically minded listened to the information told

nothing of substance spoken

until details only she could have known emerged

a sense of wonder filled her mind

indicating a stance performed in front of mum

words spoken made her numb!

 

Hidden moments only she had saved into a memory

with doubts of an afterlife

faltering in that long believed certainty it did not exist

either she was a mind reader

or messages were really from those of the departed

to us a realm still uncharted!

 

Leaving wanting to accept spirits were fact and existed

but somehow this hope resisted

to many in society they know for certain that’s its true

but equally millions do not hold this view

that angels and demons battle for our immortal souls

or reincarnate coming back taking on new roles!

 

There is so much still in the category of the unknown

she left more confused and fearful

shaken by what the fortune-teller knew of her life

that nobody could have found out

yet comforted that death maybe only an illusion

but had still not been proven!

 

Could the departed haunt us from another plain

still really sounded insane!

 

For any answers would have to wait for her end date!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Fiery Ball!

The farmer was out in the fields working early

when he saw a fiery ball

skimming across the sky changing direction

at an incredible speed

as if being piloted with his awe-inspiring view

watching how it flew!

 

Next the fiery ball began to decrease speed

certain it would hit the ground

rapidly approaching the hills not far away

running towards the spot

waiting for the explosion and flames to rise

silence why he could not surmise!

 

Feeling scared this was not a natural event

but curiosity drove him on

surely it had not landed without crashing

reaching the crest of the hill

then four helicopters arrived on the scene

with no markings they looked mean!

 

Rapidly followed by several army vehicles

stopping near the fiery ball

soldiers with no insignia fanning outward

making it the farmer surmised

a secure site this proved right noticing him

walking his way looking grim!

 

Firmly informing him it was a restricted area

guns ready in their gripping hands

decided to retreat annoyed he could not see

what the mysterious object maybe

being watched to be certain he had departed

had to finish what he started!

 

As soon the soldiers turned back he found a bush

to hide not far from the grassy slope

and waited hoping to see more when they left

the helicopters then flew off

several hours passed before their noisy return

he would be missed was his concern!

 

Half an hour went by before the copters departed

slowly and stealthily broke cover

retracing his footsteps as he reached the summit

was surprised to see fiery ball gone

just glimpsed a truck with a tarpaulin covering

a large sphere he was left wondering!

 

What phenomena had he witnessed in the hills

and why did the military unit

without any identifications respond so quickly

and whisk it away in secrecy

eventually he got home the wife was worried

telling the truth could not be hurried!

 

So many questions with no answers was hard to accept!

 

The Foureyed Poet.