Gone!

Just glanced out of my bungalow

from the front doorway

a young couple walked slowly by

across the road from me

seconds later from lounge window

were gone where did they go?

 

Could not have moved so quickly

he tall bearded had dark hair

she wore a coat of multicolours

they were real and solid

me no drink or drugs consumed

had my mind become attuned?

 

Or was it just a trick of the light

interpreted by my brain

from that moment did ponder

at the images viewed

and without a doubt it was real

had that no explanation feel!

 

Certain had seen in the square

outlines of figures pass

never looking so real as these

watched for some hours

did not return a little unnerved

any opinions are deferred!

 

Now on alert for anymore sightings!

 

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The Couple!

The couple sat hugging each other

not only for love but for warmth

their roof above was the open sky

their carpet under foot cardboard

each other all they had to live for

in this day and age truly poor!

 

Yet they stayed together not bitter

nor wanting charity or empathy

once lived in a nice home good jobs

but through unemployment

their lives spiralled out of control

taking an unwelcome toll!

 

Forced into the depths of despair

illness added its heavy burden

but they had each other to share

not bitter or blaming anybody

had faith when it all seemed bleak

in unity a fresh start would seek!

 

Together they hugged each other

as a lost society rushed by

no longer caring for the destitute

without money and wealth

humanity left to grim prospects

the majority treated as rejects!

 

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Spectrum Of Colour!

As they drove down the empty road

ahead was a spectrum of colour

mesmerizing their mind and vision

no choice stopped on the verge

both baffled by the incredible display

felt compelled to move that way!

 

No resistance together hands clasped

moved nearer without faltering

walking into these colours in the trees

which immediately disappeared

as if it had never been in this vicinity

like a miraculous divinity!

 

The only proof was the abandoned car

few motorists ventured here

a rare police patrol spotted the vehicle

making a search of the area

thought maybe they had gone for fuel

was the reason as a rule!

 

Soon found this was not the explanation

after an extensive investigation

the mystery remained for some months

hope was fading was it a crime

a stable wealthy couple just vanishing

was a rather unusual thing!

 

On a dull rainy autumn day the spectrum

of varies colours was seen

by many witnesses in a field near a mall

on the outskirts of a city

soon after a confused male and female

found drifting looking frail!

 

It was the missing couple from the road

circumstances being explored

there was great excitement and dread

as it was an unidentified craft

seen moving at high velocity then gone

of this earth did not belong!

 

From news reports the story dropped

authorities said it was classified

those who pressed were soon visited

by mysterious men in black

to the public it created a following

that would not stop growing!

 

This riddle today is still ongoing!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

First House!

Excitement was growing as they searched

for their very first house

how long they had struggled to save

for the large deposit

a new estate was being built nearby

for a mortgage keen to apply!

 

Decided to go down to the site and view

a show homes was built

ready for customers to peruse around

it was late in the evening

so staff were getting ready to go home

but hoped they could roam!

 

The manager was present happily agreed

being muddy boots provided

took them to the show house by a stream

still mainly fields and trees

had a rural yet somehow unpleasant feel

the open space was an appeal!

 

But the couple could see she was anxious

and not keen to stay

this made them ask her what was wrong

reluctantly she spoke

but continued the tour of the real estate

their worries did not alleviate!

 

Standing in the large bedroom told them

that on her first day

came to this part as the base was laid

hearing a voice glanced

towards the sound saw somebody there

a shadowy shape was aware!

 

The couple stood fascinated by what she said

even the temperature dropped

it seemed to them not feeling comfortable

being born in the area

there are always stories told about places

often recalling friends faces!

 

Her best friend had disappeared in the field

that the estate was now on

at first I thought it was her spirit watching

we had been warned to go

but when you are young you see no danger

or the fear then in a stranger!

 

It was not the humans you had to really dread

around the stream monsters

lurked ready to steal those daring to tread

and back to their domain

snatch the innocent young never seen again

only their lost souls would remain!

 

Odd noises could be heard wanted to leave

making excuses tried to get out

but outside the front door several shadows

blocked their exit route

behind them came the strange sales lady

who had become very shady!

 

But tonight I will take anybody with me

it was a shape shifter

becoming a frightening freakish creature

attacking them both

as the workmen came to start their shift

not seeing two more souls adrift!

 

Those who knew the area kept well clear

evil still dwelled here!

the manager was back the following day

same polite manner on display!

 

Nothing more was heard of the couple!

 

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Waiting!

Though it was not that late on the station

the couple waiting for a train

began to notice it was extremely quiet

when they heard a thump

coming from the direction of an escalator

what was happening were unsure!

 

Watching it slowly rumble downwards empty

what appeared to be blood

covered each step they shuffled backwards

just as a train sped through

but did not stop their thoughts confused

suspiciously the vicinity perused!

 

What nightmare had befallen them both here

noticing a poster on a wall

warning travellers to be aware of mutant rats

as they read heard scratching

noises that were becoming louder and nearby

they had to escape or at least try!

 

Then a squealing that was a crescendo of babble

there must have been thousands

surged towards them their only escape the lines

hoping another train did not come

realising why it had not stopped were they too late

weary and in a growing panic state!

 

These creatures were huge and determined to attack

they knew their flesh each desired

still light so were able to see an exit in a rusty fence

squeezing through ripping their skin

their dripping blood leaving a much stronger scent

the rats their compulsion to vent!

 

Quickly blocking the hole with an old fridge freezer

soon realised it was no barrier

with the sheer numbers they soon crashed through

so their next move was to climb

up a rusting fire escape of a warehouse just ahead

out of  breath looked down with dread!

 

From the vantage point could view the numbers

making out the bloody carnage left

calling for help on a smart phone could only sit

saw flame throwers being used

the distinct sound of  rapidly increasing gun fire

in shock both now began to tire!

 

Eventually a harassed voice answered their call

uncertain when rescue would come

it could be a long time or never was the reply

for now glad death had spared them

yet from above heard scratching and scurrying

was the reaper their end hurrying?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Touching

The couple sat kissing at the table

you see the attraction

Small chat and  continues touching

happy to be watched.

Whether a relationship just started

established no way parted.

 

In a culture of more physical contact

a tendency for lust.

Love by word not in their thoughts

the pressures exerted.

Where long term and genuine care

for many just is not there!

 

For those without any relationships

it may not be pleasing to see.

As in the street or other public spaces

affection is openly shown.

Not serious may often just be for fun

the heart not be won.

 

How many lonely people watch in envy

wishing for companionship.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Brick Wall!

The couple thought it must be cheaper

modernise in their own design

as the debts started getting steeper

then no indication or sign

but unable to find one at the right price

just the thought was very nice.

 

Weeks passed wondering if they’d find

their home to renovate

or how their lives would be maligned

and what kind of state

somebody had a property for sale

was this the end of the trail?

 

From the first viewing they truly loved it

and set about their task

though in the basement had to admit

each had to wear a mask

an unpleasant smell lingered there

but couldn’t find where!

 

The drains it was thought the cause

not easy having to stay here

to save every penny couldn’t pause

but the fun began to disappear

a brick wall blocked their progress

and did look grotesque!

 

Deciding to finish the rest of the house

before starting on the wall

noticing tapping sounds in the night

below a shadow did crawl

they went down stairs hearing a cry

scary they could not deny!

 

Loud scratching noises were very clear

coming from the basement

with joint trepidation both did peer

not wanting to make a descent

but felt impelled to solve the enigma

a mystery here did stir!

 

Petrified found themselves  standing

in front of the brick wall

a sledgehammer there demanding

a powerful urge it must fall

hidden strength made the man strike

what her laid they did dislike?

 

Reeling back in disgust and disbelief

two decomposing bodies sat

even they felt overwhelming grief

no way expecting that

soon it was another major crime scene

a dream that might have been!

 

The house remains the bricks still lay

from the wall today

the mystery remains who they were

as strange things still occur!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Found Freedom!

The couple had settled in England

and worked very hard.

Now on holiday in a familiar place

with their two daughters.

His mother also came for the break

somebody their lives would take!

 

But the husband had made enemies

in dealings in his past.

As they relaxed in an idyllic setting

oblivious of the danger!

Hoping their past had been played

it had only been delayed!

 

Not originally from the British isles

they’d found freedom there.

From the troubles in the middle east

but it had not been forgotten.

Festering memories would terminate

when assassins sealed their fate!

 

One early morning a cyclist found them dead

shot twice in the head!

Three bodies in the car engine still running

another also lay nearby!

A child badly wounded and bleeding found

nobody else was around!

 

Another mystery was born that early morn

carnage nobody could understand!

Eight hours later a small child was discovered

hiding under mothers body!

As the news spread of this callous action

it brought a chilling reaction!

 

Bringing home the frailty of human life

and the dangers that await.

Who maybe watching or wish you harm

where mercy has faded.

And violence and revenge is the intention

instead of peaceful intervention!

 

Let us hope sanity for most will prevail!

 

The Foureyed Poet.