Contact!

He remembered the sun always shone

birds sang the air smelt fresh and crisp

it was peaceful during his childhood

always laughter that sense of security

simple pleasures playing with friends

each day had meaning without threats

there was unity and only small debts!

 

Always a sense of purpose and routine

less news was able to be broadcast

smart phones were not around to use

more people communicated by talking

most families making their simple fun

were interacting not gazing at screens

safer to play out no fear of violation

certainly far less deadly confrontation!

 

Everything now seems to fast no sincerity

but little has changed in the threats

as you walk the streets or in your homes

cyber crime makes the blood run cold

you have to face the dangers alone

neighborhood policing no longer exists

psychopaths terrorize in the shadows

as society continues to decompose!

 

Contact I remember of human interaction

created collaboration not obliteration!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

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White Van!

It had always been a quiet and safe area to live

until that winter’s night the white van arrived

the house next door had been empty a decade

it was a mess untouched since the owner died

under odd circumstances an unsolved fatality

it was said of an exceptional brutality!

 

Very little was taken in observed with curiosity

but thought there was a coffin maybe more

not having night vision binoculars so not certain

decided maybe best to keep my distance

later a dark limousine glided onto the driveway

that early morning felt very cold was Sunday!

 

A year since the new neighbours came to stay

never met them just glimpses in the dark

that icy sensation has remained never warm

my dog has not stopped growling at the fence

always cats roaming in my garden now none

everybody in the area that house did shun!

 

Reluctantly living next door could not escape

never came out in those daylight hours

windows covered never any external painting

becoming a district everybody feared to live

even worse folk of all ages started to disappear

arising from when the neighbours came here!

 

Used to know many families living in the area

but the parents just vanished from view

more disturbing their children came next door

what was going on tried to speak to them

gave blank stares yet none acknowledged me

something was wrong then could not see!

 

It had been such a lovely area born and bred

in the same house but now the only one left

ringed with misery and death so oppressive

since the white van had brought the vampires

how my life had changed keeping a step ahead

not wanting to become another undead!

 

Had a enough with friends decided to fight back

who were interested and believed in the occult

while searching the internet for information

had found a site of a vampire slayer named Tia

from that initial contact the alliance was created

determined to stop the living being desecrated!

 

The confrontation would be long but we must not lose!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Glinted!

In the distance something suddenly glinted

even though in a thick forest

the friends wandered amongst dense trees

with a touch of curiosity

their attention was now drawn to that spot

a choice to investigate or not!

 

Interest overwhelmed any thought of danger

as the light became more intense

darting at high-speed low but rising into the sky

changing colours then halting

not far ahead they ran eagerly to find the cause

without even a moment to pause!

 

Then abruptly it hovered and glowed  multicolored

small like a probe they had to feel it

strange writing around the centre warm to touch

no sound emanated from it

at first there was no panic but it became so bright

lit the area like a floodlight!

 

Shooting high above the trees as if tracking them

thinking it was going to strike

tried to find some safe cover but there was none

as they quickly backtracked

from nowhere soldiers were rapidly approaching

on their freedom encroaching!

 

The group was roughly escorted from the area

as helicopters overhead hovered

leaving them baffled at what they had witnessed

at gun point forced into their car

ordered to leave the forest without explanation

happy to leave avoiding confrontation!

 

Eventually from a safe distance could monitor

curiosity overcame apprehension

felt the air around them quiver all eyes raised

saw a huge unidentified craft

over the forest cast a dark portentous obscurity

exposing mans real unsurety!

 

 

Explosions and shells intermingled with beams

similar to lasers as helicopters fell

a small round shape flew up entered the huge ship

then it just vanished from sight

now devastation in the once peaceful woodland

as a strange wind the flames fanned!

 

While they could the friends raced from this place

ominous of what mankind would face!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Grey Stallion!

It came to an abrupt halt a few feet ahead

snarling in a rage

sweat pouring from its dark grey skin

where had the creature come

eye to eye we firmly stood our ground

the presence did astound!

 

The emotion of fear was overwhelming

tendons and sinews taunt

my way upon the pathway was blocked

daring me to make a move

as though a burning hate at my presence

with this had to show reverence!

 

Man against this mighty formidable beast

as it rose on hind legs

towering over me in an aggressive manner

a humbling moment

stumbling back in worry of my existence

from me no chance of resistance!

 

Suddenly as it had begun the confrontation

subsided and became placid

the mighty grey stallion calmly backed away

bowing its head as is with respect

in an instance gone from my suspicious stare

of my vulnerability was aware!

 

An encounter that would linger within me forever!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

The Cleaning Job!

Not easy she found being without a job

had been ill for months

she was a widow with a grown up son

who left home years ago

in need of money searched employment

doing nothing was not content.

 

From a friend heard a cleaner was required

in a nursing home close by

eager to be independent paying her way

to her surprise got the job

though while there had a strange sensation

filling her with consternation!

 

Putting any jitters behind started as a domestic

working the evening shift

patients were nice especially one elderly lady

who always chatted and smiled

when vacuuming the fitted carpet on that  hall

then heard she had died after a fall

 

Making further enquiries had slipped downstairs

always before used the lift

unsettling feelings flooded back in her mind

communicating with the dead

finishing her shift heard a voice say beware

looking nobody was there!

 

Lights rapidly flickered then a chilly breeze

tracking her to the store-room

inside the door slammed with a mighty bang

in the dark room heard a growl

had the impression somebody was in there

pressure was too much to bear!

 

Panicking burst out the door headed for the exit

it felt she was being chased

now in the car park certain a man was watching

through the double glazed window

but on a second glance the shape had faded away

in that place no longer could stay!

 

Never went back to that cleaning occupation

knew it was not the end of her confrontation!

 

She was really scared!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Image!

Arriving at work it was five in the morning

at a London underground station.

Following the same routine over the years

without any experiences before.

In respect of a ghostly confrontation

anywhere on this station!

 

He had heard of reported spectral sightings

being on the security team.

But not seen anything on his row of screens

until this very unusual day!

The platforms were empty at this early hour

as they turned on the power.

 

As he sat down this is when he  first saw

the image on one screen!

A shape of an object walking on the line

then as quickly it was gone!

Shaken he could only stare at the monitor

he had seen something for sure.

 

On another screen there were more shapes

on the platform near the tunnel!

Now he made his way down from the office

to see if it was intruders.

Calling a colleague for back up and support

an explination they sought.

 

Feeling jittery in the chilly fast-moving air

the odd rat scurrying around.

When they arrived nothing was in view

but had to make sure it was clear.

After a thorough search nobody was found

on that stretch of the underground!

 

Feeling uncomfortable went back to his post

deciding to review the tapes.

Not a single image had been caught as proof

maybe it was a technical fault!

Until once more by the tunnel it was there

a blurred face at him it did stare!

 

Then it vanished once more!

 

The Foureyed Poet.