Text Message!

A text message was sent to his cell phone

warning him to go to an address

who had sent it nobody knew the number

this was for special business

as an undercover detective had to be wary

this assignment it was scary!

 

Taking precautions headed to the location

even though it could be a trap

had an informant who had not contacted

for a few months it was his style

the block of flats on a rough estate loomed

amongst shabby houses was marooned!

 

Parked amongst vandalised cars and trash

smelt that stench of cultivated weed

as he headed for the entrance to slum block

knew it was a gang base by the tags

another message made him miss a beat

started to sweat feeling the heat!

 

It read third floor num thirteen take stairs

security door was not locked

certain nobody was following sprinted

up those four flights of stairs

entered the small lobby spotting a man

this was where the nightmare began!

 

Saw the flash of a gun firing at his head

ducked it missed by a hairs width

charged head butting the thug his fist

completing his incapacitation

inside the flat other voices could be heard

the action soon became blurred!

 

Instinct took over as it seemed like an army

rushed out had to use his training

and wits to overcome overwhelming odds

glad he had his trusty police baton

it did the damage until he could grab a gun

entering hoped the fighting was done!

 

Saw it was his criminal informant sitting

bruised and battered in the kitchen

still with a cell phone clasped in his hand

before he could utter a word

they were heading for the ground floor

as more burst through a glass door!

 

Quickly reversed their exit to the balcony

found themselves looking down

four floors also s  burnt out van well placed

no time to think both jumped

to a hail of automatic fire as they collided

on metal somehow were safely guided!

 

Managed to get in his car his companion hit

just getting away but soon pursued

speeding through unfamiliar back streets

eventually able to contact back up

the assailants were beginning to draw near

down a familiar road was able to steer!

 

For the moment they had shaken pursuers

and drove onto headquarters

on his radio heard there was a gun battle

glad they had got clear of trouble

inside was able to know what had gone on

it was a sting that had gone wrong!

 

The informant had bypassed him this time

nearly paying with both their lives

but through the carnage a big drug haul

confiscated and gang caught

the adrenaline rush had still not subsided

but it had been an adventure decided!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Before The Nation!

Before the nation many have volunteered

to join military forces

fighting for Queen and country in wars

proud to serve until death

facing many different enemies they went

with honour and good intent!

 

Politicians controlled them like chess pawns

dispensable in action

no thought for precious loyal fighting men

serving in appalling conditions

families waiting in constant concern at home

as into the abyss they roam!

 

There with comrades violence all around

often with devastating odds

campaigns of battle rage on into infinity

ravaging the once innocent

becoming oblivious in time to the carnage

as the spirit fills with rage!

 

Exhausted their courage can never be denied

against all odds heads held high with pride!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

Formula One!

On the formula circuits spinning wheels

how good the adrenaline rush feels.

Pressure builds to a high-octane pitch

pit crew have a nervous twitch.

Having to hone the pit stop just right

or else they’re in serious plight!

 

Delicate balance of electronics and skill

each must have an iron will.

The Continuous development must apply

to make profits sky-high!

Noise and fumes adding to fantastic thrills

hoping there’s no terminal spills.

 

Travelling to many countries and locations

bringing excitement to these nations.

As the top drivers compete to be number one

and a championship to be won!

 

Let the action commence! Let them all be safe!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Ghost Hunters!

The ghost hunters stood silently together

with a look of unpleasant surprise

at the daunting building before them

for the first time they were afraid

something was different they agreed

but knowing they had to proceed!

 

Scientific and with a pure sceptical view

each an experienced investigator

they were unsure as they entered

why as yet there was nothing to tell

oppressive air made their heads ache

a cold chill made bodies shake!

 

Sceptics and those who may truly believe

split to gain different reactions

because it was an unknown science

the set routine was followed

each session based in a haunted area

finding them being much scarier!

 

Where it’s said something had been recorded

voices or sounds with no explanation

in two groups seeking real evidence

waiting in the darkness cameras set

for any paranormal action to take place

instruments ready for any trace!

 

Through the hours spent within this building

an unknown presence strongly felt

whispering sounds bangs and dark shadows

their flesh tingled as if being touched

they could not wait for the dawn to arrive

their dread they would not survive?

 

Now everybody was really getting scared

equipment alarms and malfunctions

increasingly terrified just wanting to get out

eight people stood looking at each other

believers certain sceptics almost believed

but each agreed they were relieved!

 

From the outside again they stood it was still

so hard for this investigation to fulfill!

 

But after this night all had found a mutual faith!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

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