Billionaire!

In the king size leather chair at the top of the tower

the billionaire surveyed the city below

now he was the ruler of his kingdom and people

who believed his every word

within his mind and being certain them understood

his intentions its said were good!

 

Though from unbelievable wealth totally certain

could achieve his full schedule

protecting his subjects from any ruthless enemies

never himself struggling to survive

nor ever evicted from the place he called home

the streets in all weathers to roam!

 

Accumulating huge debts that you could not repay

or standing in a food bank queue

paying your taxes all of your life but still in debt

not entitled to benefits to ease hardship

sleeping in those wet streets chilling your bones

nobody sympathetic to your groans!

 

Where even a small coffee is too expensive to buy

walking the only mode to get about

that constant fear of violence or hopelessness near

no warm abode or a safe dry bed

the divide so immense how could he comprehend

to his tower most would not ascend!

 

Comfortable in his leather chair promised he did care

but his vast fortune would never share!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

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The Community!

They lived in a small rural community

each were related

growing their own food blissfully free

proud of their labour

pure delight in what they had achieved

in one another believed!

 

Established when the land was colonised

many had perished here

during a long battle to secure the district

lush and green so fertile

until one day unnoticed high in the sky

an unmarked plane did fly!

 

Trails that at first seemed like vapour

but never faded away

as chemicals were being sprayed out

that fell onto those below

absorbed by the rich cultivated soil

where the families did toil!

 

Also breathed into the lungs of the folk

penetrating their cells

undetectable they were contaminated

every living creature

succumbed to the chemicals deployed

the community soon destroyed!

 

Unable to explain why crops withered

they became seriously ill

over a few months the area deserted

those pioneers now history

why never knew thought an act of god

did not think it was odd!

 

That from the open skies chemicals fell

turning paradise into hell!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Jean!

There the elderly woman sat staring

watching the daily surge

of humanity walking and driving by

not able now to converse

within their own perpetual routine

few ever noticed Jean!

 

When she was young an open space

a village small so quaint

there with parents and four siblings

father a farm labourer

mother the house was her domain

never did she complain!

 

It may have been a humble abode

such a long time ago

reminiscing of years long passed

now the only survivor

had never known any other home

never wanted to roam!

 

For the few who dared to glance

to see what was within

usually saw the derelict eyesore

a decaying old house

boarded up tight well protected

years before erected!

 

Oddly the large lounge room window

was partly uncovered

where Jean sat watching as always

her spirit here remained

it was her home did not want to leave

still existed did believe!

 

Some sure there was something here

a shadowy outline

how the decades passed so quickly by

as the legend grew

of a ghostly figure sometimes seen

not realising it was Jean!

 

Here the dead observed the living!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Island Of Hell!

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 and light caught on film

in the cell when in darkness

confirming what many others had all faced

the prison had been cased!

 

Set in the busy wide river formed from granite

often shrouded in mist

the famous Golden Gate Bridge easily insight

once a fortress Alcatraz

a reminder of a once brutal and hated history

dares people to engulf the mystery!

 

One more experience none would ever forget!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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