Oceans!

The oceans were once untouched

by mans destructive hands

far too deep for them to explore

through history strange tales

lights and objects seen from ships

our imagination it still grips!

Creatures to rising from the depths

attacking any passing ships

unidentified craft rising descending

into all the worlds seas

stories of alien races there far below

fear amongst us does grow!

Little known of what is down there

as plans are formulated

to mine the minerals yet untapped

prepared to strip them clean

discovering what is on the seabed

and whatever else doth tread!

The mystery of the deep has chilled

putting fear into the hearts

of mariners since all written records

ships sailed never more seen

also planes to and countless lives lost

into other dimensions crossed?

What does exist in the mighty power

of the oceans our futures to sour?

#TheFoureyedPoet.

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Awoke!

Shivering he awoke in a public park all alone

on a hard wooden bench

damp and chilled to the bone being so scared

odd sounds surrounded him

depressed at his situation got up and walked

paranoid his own shadow stalked!

 

So stupid leaving behind such a happy lifestyle

too much for the wife to take

turning to drink to get through every hour

his reality began to disintegrate

also had two sons that he loved so very much

could take no more missed their touch!

 

Guilty for getting in this awful humiliating mess

dirty unwashed shuffling along

contact totally lost with them it seemed endless

gambled away money job and respect

could not take the indignity or guilt another day

confused could not see any other way!

 

By his side a willing listener a comforting smile

yet to anybody passing was solo

even advising him the best position for the noose

some hours later he was found dead

hanging from a high branch in a wooded park

a dog stared up with its loud pitiful bark!

 

The man grinning watched in his dark suit

had another soul completed the pursuit!

 

Then evaporated into the damp morning air!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Enclosed!

There alone in the room felt enclosed

yet somehow something lingered

sounds though faint made him shiver

no radio or any other distractions

could have made those creepy sounds

as knocking in his head pounds!

 

What was so close yet he could not see

nothing visible but why so petrified

afraid to move or look around the room

surely this must be his imagination

his breath now was becoming strained

his strength and willpower drained!

 

The open door closed wanted to scream

the air chilled heard a faint whisper

understood not a syllable of any words

mouth became so dry his heart raced

on his sweaty neck a sudden sharp pain

no longer within could he remain!

 

What was here tormenting his very being

a shadow appeared and circled him

a physical push made him fall to his knees

summing up what energy he had left

crawled to the door struggling to his feet

prayed this specter he could defeat!

 

As it began that awful sensation had gone

but the scars within were really strong

what had happened just could not explain

to this day vividly remains in his brain!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Simply!

The bottle simply fell off the high shelf

as the barmaid poured a drink

this was in the lounge bar of a hotel

grade one listed building

with a history of phenomena reported

and stories of love thwarted!

 

Much had been proved to be natural

sounds created by the wood

creaking expanding and contracting

drafts from old windows

letting cold air chill the weary visitor

who had not been here before!

 

To those staff who had been here awhile

they had got more use to it

though parts of the hotel were off limit

they were scared to enter

shadows and sensations of dread within

tested their professional discipline!

 

An ancient coaching inn with a dark past

extended over the centuries

main route to London saw highwaymen

regularly robbing stage coaches

villains often hanged passengers killed

to those near the bones it chilled!

 

Items thrown or going missing routine

but the recording was proof

an entity roamed the bars and corridors

blurry but it looked like a female

in flowing dress came into view gliding

for them the proof providing!

 

Also seen in the upper bedrooms area

others had said they had seen

bodies hanging from a gnarled oak tree

in the cobbled courtyard

so many hidden secrets still to be told

gruesome terrors to behold!

 

The inn drew the curios and series investigator

amateur and professional facilitator!

 

The Foureyed Poet.