Chariot From the Gods!

It descended like a chariot from the gods

onto the long golden sandy beach

witnesses enjoying the beach and waves

ran in terror as the object dropped

in silence to hover above a rocky outcrop

for a few minutes there did stop!

 

An awesome sight many sank to their knees

thinking was this the second coming

its brightness dimmed became a red glow

a few were bold started approaching

but their skin began to burn and retreated

as the dangers none heeded!

 

Nobody had seen such a sight from above

so bright emitting this radiation

now they bowed in humility and suspicion

was this a god here in a vision

afraid to look breathing made them choke

not wanting its wrath to evoke!

 

More gathered in awe as it became once more

a fiery ball of fire as it ascended

higher in the onyx tinged sky like a second sun

leaving an everlasting impression

drawing what they had witnessed on rock faces

from these god like alien races!

 

This was only the beginning they would return!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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Parallel!

The day was bright the sea calm

holidaymakers and locals

enjoying the long sandy beach

in the sky-high clouds

started to mask the hot sunlight

for a while was a blight!

 

Looking up they beheld a marvel

on a cloud a city

floating huge skyscrapers visible

silently moving by

was this a parallel world they saw

as they stared in awe!

 

More gathered to witness this event

never before seen

by the throng on the golden sands

was it an illusion

from whispers to a crescendo grew

in that shimmering hue!

 

Then the images faded from their gaze

disappearing into clouds

no tall buildings were on this coastline

what had filled their vision

the answers could not be found here

a conundrum was clear!

 

Had they been privileged with insight

or spectacular fantasy of delight?

 

The mystery has never been solved!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Bizarre!

He could see the birds in the distance

flying and landing

surprised at the number gathered

far more than usual

also an odd glowing cloud hovered

at first was not bothered!

 

Had come to the park near the sea

as he did every morning

but had never witnessed anything

so mesmerizing and bizarre

he was going towards it the sound

so loud his ears did pound!

 

Now in the cloud was able to see

dark shapes swooping

the pain as they attacked pecking

other forms approached

he began to run his arms flaying

here did not intend staying!

 

Exhausted his energy was drained

it was clear yet still

high above the birds made it dark

injured could only lay

through closing eyes the birds left

his body was bereft!

 

There was not a  sign of any birds

the sky was pure

he was found on the beach below

the high crumbling cliff

covered in lesions nothing broken

he unable to be woken!

 

An urban legend was born!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Uncharted Seas!

From the depths of the mainly uncharted seas

much polluted by mans progress

as fishing has nearly wiped out some species

or they have been poisoned

by what is pumped and dispersed into the brine

many choosing to ignore its decline!

 

So much uncharted still unable to reach the depths

what lay beyond our reach

creatures as yet unseen or detected in darkness

pressures man cannot survive

are there the monsters of mythology existing

detection still to us resisting!

 

Lost cities and civilisations sunk below the waves

as the minute living creatures

are dying will this bring to the surface new terrors

unidentified submerged objects

have been seen below and above oceans surface

not of known origin or its purpose!

 

Vast expanses of water covering two-thirds of earth

enigmas of what is in the deep

always talk of space and exploration of universes

yet little is known of this planet

we inhabit showing no respect or desire to save it

as our behaviour becomes shit!

 

The waves still lap the beaches as the tide roles in

yet there is a disquiet surging

expecting those who created the ecological mess

to quickly rectify their blunders

but more are created as the atomic clock ticks

there is no more luck or magic tricks!

 

The mighty sea dominates our every moment

 

its fatal force and secrets ever-present!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Smiling Man!

Just before they came home from holiday

they asked another couple

on the sunny beach to take their picture

outside a derelict stone building

nobody else was there that glorious day

they could honestly say!

 

Close together for that one memorable shot

but on seeing the picture

another figure was standing right behind

clearly in the doorway

that was not there as they happily posed

was disturbingly exposed!

 

They had ventured into the gun emplacement

while inside it was very odd

but nothing else did they encounter within

the photo was taken soon after

the following day headed back to their home

a few days by the sea before Rome.

 

A good conversation topic the unknown man

everybody keen to see the photo

but soon the intrigue became their torment

it started simply with noises

faint taps objects falling and items shifted

tried to laugh it off but it persisted!

 

A few weeks on the holiday was a memory

a very bad one for them

the night the smiling man sat on their bed

in the early hours that jolt

the mattress was dipped half asleep turned

shocked realising he had returned!

 

By the time they had sat up nothing was there

it had suddenly become cold

scraping could be heard just above their heads

like something crawling in the loft

heading downstairs could not settle any more

terrified the cause were unsure!

 

Reaching the bottom instinct made them look up

as the bookshelf on the landing

came hurtling their way with tremendous force

just managing to jump to safety

having to admit it was not of a natural cause

in their thoughts made them pause!

 

Neither until now believed in the paranormal

this had now changed their minds

as each day  their situation became much worse

and no longer could feel secure

once more viewing the photo they were sure

it started on that sandy shore!

 

And the figure behind was who they had seen

now within their own home

urgently needing help searched the internet

hoping to find that solution

being drawn to a psychic research organisation

for some kind of explanation!

 

Even as that sense of hope rather than despair

made them feel closer together

a positive purpose amongst growing negativity

making that initial contact waited

for their first meeting to find the possible cause

in the disturbances there was no pause!

 

As the electrical power to their home was cut

and a deep voice from nowhere

shouted get out a shadow like presence forced

them towards a solid front door

that burst open and they stood on their lawn

in darkness waited forlorn!

 

Hugging each other hoping these people could help!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hayley And Me

Now when I think of Hayley it gives me

that vision of my future

nearly three years since we first met

never did we realize

how deep our love and commitment

with her I am content.

 

Together we have a truly special love

being friends for so long

but realizing our interests matched

drew us ever closer

always there by my side for support

my heart firmly caught.

 

Temporally apart we a are getting engaged

a ring on your finger will place

on a warm sunny beach our love to seal

a dancer beautiful and kind

working so hard to achieve the dream

to be a ballerina supreme.

 

Our special song I Will always Love You

and forever I will be true.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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Drift Wood!

A walk along the beach was where it began

the tide was rolling in.

On holiday in an area steeped in mystery

and maritime legends.

I found what to me seemed just drift wood

with bare feet on it stood.

 

Smooth and well-worn by the sand and sea

curious picked it up.

A name had been etched into the surface

this drew my  attention.

It read The Rising Sun to what did it belong

vibrating something was wrong!

 

Made my hand tingle put it in my tee-shirt

then back to my rented place.

Eager to search and find more information

certain there was more.

Not any piece of flotsam and jetsam here

maybe sunken treasure near!

 

Back home unwrapped this unique drift wood

that still dripped water.

Thought I had dried the excessive moisture

placed it by the computer.

Excitement welled searching for the name

at first seemed a fun game.

 

Finding the reference to a sunken pirate ship

discovering it was a cursed ship!

Came upon the screen in stark bold letters

showing a life-like drawing.

Depicting what it may have looked in battle

a noise it started to rattle!

 

Becoming unstable then crashing to the floor

as if knocked off in anger!

But nobody else was with me in the room

edgy but determined to read on.

Whoever touched anything from that ship 

would be on a hell bound trip!

 

Gasping as the drift wood flew through the air

then the pointed end struck.

Piercing his beating heart falling off the chair

his eyes were soon glazed over!

Being a loner it was days before he was found

nobody had heard a sound!

 

The drift wood was not in his chest any more

a friend took it out of a draw.

 

The curse of The rising Sun had come back!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

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