Explosion!

A huge explosion that knocked him down

forcibly hitting the marble wall

no warning given as the building shattered

around him deafened by the blast

vomiting and gasping from dust and smoke

began to think he would choke!

 

In the hotel lobby with friends and others

guests and staff happily talking

such a headache and pain in both his legs

was quickly able to stand

disorientated he almost fell on a body part

as the scene tried to depart!

 

Ears ringing blinded by his pouring blood

through thick pulverized concrete

saw a glimmer of light as more explosions

were occurring far above him

a fireman came helping him out into sunlight

quickly removing him from the site!

 

From a vantage point inside an ambulance

he watched the skyscraper

disintegrate before his aching sore eyes

ground shook dust engulfed

once busy roads hidden in a deathly smog

that their lungs did clog!

 

After he had witnessed this appalling carnage

he quickly lost consciousness

the enormity of this major event developed

as a shocked world watched

a mystery still remains as other buildings fell

on that day it felt they were in hell!

 

He never woke up one more victim added to the many!

 

Still today it is assumed terrorists this act did invoke!

 

Could This Really Have Happened?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Its said!

Its said there are ghosts and spirits of the dead

demons to roam here unseen

mediums can converse with the other side

many say they have seen them

there are those who have actually been attacked

honestly that’s a fact!

 

Large scratches often deep and bleeding just appear

also pushed down the stairs

temperatures dropping low to make rooms icy cold

so many cases of witnesses

claiming it is real voice recordings of spirits talking

all around them stalking!

 

Sceptics claim most do have rational explanations

being natural effects of our society

buildings settling shadows created by lighting effects

imagination of an active mind

yet much cannot be explained in any lucid way

this our fears do not allay!

 

So much we do not understand even experts agree

maybe what some sensitives see

is real amongst the trickery and illusions displayed

there is unexplained phenomena

are there other residents on earth besides us here

that occasionally to us appear?

 

Have families really seen their passed relatives

can there be demons

the questions and lack of real answers stimulate

those many investigators

being out there seeking the facts from superstition

that really is an exciting mission!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

On A Hill!

On a hill that lonely beech tree stands

silently swaying always surveying.

gazing down on town and country lands

of countless changes and shrinking size

so much has happened since it has stood

undisturbed growing so gracefully

buildings creeping nearer it’s not good

now our air is far more polluted

with an unobstructed view no less

it has seen many phases of  life around

a distant train echoes through the stillness

as it moves swiftly homeward bound

early morning mist from the valley

covers the motorway that scars the land

man’s mission to destroy natures tally

rising toxic fumes and roaring traffic sounds

neutral of  human ways unable to escape

generations move on we all come and go

the tree remains keeping its shape

as the world changes rapidly all around!

How much longer before it’s destruction?

The Foureyed Poet.

Polluted!

The sun shines its golden light and heat

down on a polluted sad landscape.

Why humans seem unable to see

this world is dying all around their feet.

Trees  by natures winds bending their shape

blowing around the earth uninhibited free.

Nature reserves and precious countryside

disappears as more and more buildings appear.

Roads manifest scaring more areas that remain

the urban crawl moves on less places to hide

As boundary lines are becoming unclear.

noise and traffic fumes gain pace how insane.

Towns within towns villages absorbed as well

no mercy for natural green open spaces.

Countryside and animals blend into the sprawl

scavenging from the humans disposable hell

Covertly hardly ever leaving any trace

adapting and caught up in our almighty fall.

 

I can remember fifty years ago. More green fields less road traffic and fewer people. No home computers or mobile phones.  Villages where villages and town were towns and nice roads in between.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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