The Lighthouse!

Isolated on a small island within the ocean

the lighthouse stood

a tapered pillar raised up to the heavens

detached from humanity

with that haunting magnetic fascination

their all filled with damnation!

 

Weather conditions often gale force winds

battering the structure

torrential rain and thick impenetrable fog

a lonely abode for one

rules in the last century a three-man crew

to share work and Seaview!

 

Weather became poor just before Christmas

sea spray swirled all around

in this lone beacon and claustrophobic space

a supply ship unable to sail

leaving the men to cope on depleting stocks

waves lapping high on the rocks!

 

Over a week before the conditions improved

enough for ships to sail

as the supply vessel neared noticed no light

a navy cruiser came by

the two crews met puzzled on the small dock

of this situation to take stock!

 

A naval rating was dispatched up the path

for their first contact

unable to rouse anybody returned to base

two ratings and a relief keeper

were tasked to search the mystery tower

for human life and why no power!

 

It was very quiet main door was not locked

entering walked upstairs

to the living quarters a half eaten meal there

nothing was disturbed

the sleeping rooms empty beds none used

at the odd situation perused!

 

Soon up into the lamp room plenty of paraffin

to run the magnified beam

it seemed too normal and no clues to be found

also around the perimeter

nothing was found no indication for the event

or any criminal intent!

 

The captains concluding the search mission

concerned at disappearances

unable to find an explanation left two men

the relief keeper and a sailor

the rest returning the mystery to report

and with superiors to consort!

 

After a comprehensive prolonged enquiry

and many more full searches

no bodies to this day were washed ashore

remaining one of the seas

most intriguing unsolved riddles in history

truly an eerie mystery!

 

Countless theories on their fate implied

yet the truth time has defied!

 

THe Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

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The Party!

They crowded into the hotel for the party

sitting in their specific groups

on neatly laid out christmas round tables

wine flowed during the evening

music started to play increasing to blaring

inhibitions lost and more swearing!

 

The happy factor slowly began to deteriorate

aggression began to materialise

those around the tables had the urge to kill

way passed the drunken phase

some realising there was no longer joviality

at the dawn of a dark reality!

 

Niggling amongst the women turned to threats

a slap glasses and bottles throne

punches started flying around the men joined in

dancing abruptly turned to a melee

soon a battle ensued wounded scattered around

as the first casualty hit the ground!

 

Soon the wounded became deaths as the law came

this created even more trouble

as the violence spread to other parts and outside

decorations and presents lay strewn

on shiny lino and carpet along with personal gear

those able were made to clear!

 

Eventually the fighting was brought to an end

the cause had to be investigated

even now rage still simmered as police vans

came in mass to take them to jail

and growing foreboding there would be more

this was a violence not seen before!

 

High in the clouds the mutated spores began to fall

where they had lived for centuries

in another part of the country as the dance began

and they were slowly inhaled

rapidly turned the happy revellers into lunacy

there would be nowhere to flee!

 

THe Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

Christmas Home Coming!

End of the first year of her university course

now it was Christmas holidays

excited to be going home to see mum and dad

her big sister would be there to

dad said he would pick her up from the station

filled with festive anticipation!

 

Tried to phone home that day but got no reply

getting on the train so worried

the normally quick trip slow in this demeanor

unable to comprehend a reason

she could see that there was nobody waiting

phoning her friend now debating!

 

A hug from her best mate glad to see somebody

they headed home in a car

approaching the road became aware of no lights

pulling up outside was fearful

of what she would find when opening the door

turning the key in the lock unsure!

 

Tried the light switch but there was no power

the street light gave some illumination

made their way to the cupboard in the hallway

where the fuse box was situated

a torch was on the top checking fuses were fine

the electric switched off by design!

 

With the house illuminated everything was tidy

so neat her mums handy work

as if it had been prepared for her home-coming

checked the bedrooms perfect

what was happening had thoughts of slaying

or kidnap nerves fraying!

 

Enquired with neighbours said they heard noises

went around knocked on the door

nobody replied then called the police concerned

but when they came all was quiet

now ready to tear out her hair fearing the worst

in her mind came a word cursed!

 

In the lounge the christmas tree stood in the corner

presents spread around the base

decorations lovingly placed cards hanging over string

just as she had waited to come and see

dad was a history teacher who enjoyed Egyptology

specialising in anthropology!

 

He had been on several archeological study trips

and brought back several artifacts

the thought of this made sense but was terrified

a smell of mould made them both

felt nauseous then she remembered the basement

were none of her family went!

 

But now there was no other choice it held the key

holding each other for comfort

through the entrance in the kitchen descended

the narrow creaky dusty stairs

uncertain of what would greet them down there

taking the guise of an ancient lair!

 

Having to use the torch there were large photos

of pyramids and artifacts

shelfs with real items placed neatly on long tables

the air had that mouldy odour

stifling hot and dusty made it hard to breathe

their calmness gone began to seethe!

 

There was  a strange atmosphere they had to go

as they did heard faint whimpering

aimed the torch there saw her mum and sister

petrified afraid to move a muscle

helping them up quickly left the weird basement

away from that sense of encasement!

 

In the warmth of her best friends car she spoke

of her husbands involvement

with artifacts being taken from ancient tombs

and ignoring the stern warnings

how several hooded figures seem to materialize

their bodies and minds did paralyze!

 

They were forced down the stairs to the cellar

were they took several items

and with the girl’s father went as they had come

leaving them traumatized

helpless they cried uncertain what to do next

leaving them all perplexed!

 

Not the Christmas Home Coming she expected!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

No Christmas!

The children sat shivering alone in the house

cold and hungry in a squalid home

no Christmas tree or decorations  were here

in their short lives never known

to have warm clothes and much food to eat

it would be a miraculous treat!

 

Dad came around to hurt and shout at mum

and was always very drunk

but they saw many uncles coming and going

when their mum was there

never gave any cuddle’s nor showed kindness

they never knew happiness!

 

Alone once more on the eve of Christmas day

left to see it in with nothing

they only had each other no presents for them

rummaging in the dirty kitchen

such a pitiful sight listening to the happy voices

of neighbouring children with choices!

 

They held hands staring longingly out the window

hoping a kind person would come

to give them compassion some love and food

their mum did not seem to bother

so tired went to their rubbish strewn bedroom

a drunk mum would soon loom!

 

As children woke to see what Father Christmas

had brought for each of them

These three little ones dreaded yet another day

empty miserable without care

at a time that is supposed to be filled with joy

on the birthday of a holy boy!

 

The Foureyed Poet

Christmas Once More!

Christmas once more nears on the calendar

as our big society crumbles.

Under the ever rising amount of unpaid debt

the wealthy will celebrate with relish.

They have no fear of the lack of food and light

on that festive holy night!

 

Many once rich countries now have food banks

as the people have no money.

Taxes keep increasing with little given in return

as we aid others but not our own!

Ruled by governments where politicians aren’t poor

they’ve no idea of the score!

 

More desperate and isolated families do now exist

as credit and jobs are scarse!

Both have become very hard for most to acquire

prices beyond most people’s budget.

There’s no shortage of those with money to burn

we enter lotteries hoping its our turn!

 

Christmas once more is knocking on the door

children have grown to expect.

Presents from Santa under the decorated tree

that their parents can’t afford!

Millions go without not for them Christmas joy

celebrating the birth of that special boy!

 

A Very Happy Christmas!

 

The Foureyed Poet