Eternally!

Eternally the conflicts with no everlasting accord

the children suffering and dying

the grieving families living in squalor and rubble

cries for mercy and peace

as the shells and bombs rained down evermore

who were the enemy nobody sure!

 

The misery continues the guns are never silent

so many torn from their homelands

hidden agendas are pursued the people victims

land scorched buildings flattened

a constant movement of wretched humanity

caught up in the insanity!

 

How the many yearn for that feeling of friendship

when all nations can unite

earth home for humankind to find that respect

know that we are all one people

hand in hand solving problems without threat

when hatred and anger we can forget!

 

Maybe just a dream but the thought gives a spark of hope!

 

TheFoureyedPoet

 

Tap!

The couple were awoken by a very loud tap

on their bedroom door

it was only two am on a spring morning

almost afraid to breath

this had not happened to them before

but this they could not ignore!

 

Recently moved to the mature bungalow

it stood on the edge of a village

already renovated this their dream home

so this was unexpected

compelled to take a glance nobody was there

a moment of fear did share!

 

The only sounds were of owls and animal cries

returning to bed tried to sleep

holding each other close until the dawn broke

got up to prepare for work

only to find kitchen cupboard doors open wide

yet nothing disturbed inside!

 

Unsettled at this odd sight on a new morning

dressed quickly they had to leave

left for work their circumstances had to reflect

returning after a difficult day

it was early evening both entered hesitantly

wondering what they would see!

 

Tension now replaced the joy of a new home

always felt those prying eyes

sitting for their dinner a glass slowly moved

then shot off the table hitting

and smashing against a newly painted wall

after that bad things did befall!

 

The second night neither could sleep well

footsteps echoed loudly

another tap on the door but much louder

sounding far more urgent

holding each other made no effort to look

as the door violently shook!

 

They were glad when it was light talked

for the first time for hours

she just wanted to go but he said no way

they could not afford to leave

decided cameras may help them find out

as their sanity was in doubt!

 

To save money fitted them with a friend

every angle was covered

put the base unit in the spare bedroom

now all they could do was wait

each morning checked nothing was seen

for several days tapes clean!

 

It had gone quiet had it been imagination

yet the unease remained

on this particular night there was banging

that went on for an hour

suddenly stopping then a muffled scream

so piercing and extreme!

 

Reluctantly ventured into the open lounge

the patio door was wide open

closing it decided to view the recordings

hoping something was captured

mostly blurry saw a shape for one second

were their lives threatened?

 

As the next dawn approached the alarm again

roused them from sleep

troubled by this yet a few hours had helped

now another Saturday

turned the alarm off the patio was wide open

things got worse this day

even with the alarm off it still became activated

both of them frustrated!

 

As the sun shone tried sitting in their garden

even here could not settle

decided to go out but the car would not start

it seemed they were trapped

intently watched the recording from last night

saw a figure come into the lens light!

 

Stood for seconds before thrusting its awful face

close to the camera laughing

no sound but it made their blood run ice-cold

could not sleep anymore

laid on the bed left the door open could see hall

when they heard a female call!

 

Bravely the husband ventured to investigate

without warning was pushed over

a force pulled at his legs his wife tried to help

but did not have the strength

heard his cries fade away staring into the dark

realising her situation stark!

 

Managed to grab her cell phone and dial 911

as she spoke a blurry shape

lunged at her violently she too was taken

leaving a bloody trail

the police arrived searching everywhere

but found nobody there!

 

The bungalow was sealed up and deserted!

 

No doubt somebody will want to venture in!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

The Passing of Time!

The lonely sit in their own space

within a silent bubble

the passing of time is very slow

in a trance of thought

they ignore the voices all around

inner peace is found.

 

Moments arrive when being alone

weighs heavy on them

but realise it has been cultivated

and is a preference

as  they feel  exposed in a crowd

everything is too loud!

 

Basically shy putting on an act

selfish rather than rude

spend their lives existing alone

creative in a chosen art

not needing others to trespass

social events take a pass!

 

Some it is a way they like  living

others very  hard to bear

craving any company  to share

fear of  being all alone

unable to face an empty space

this they cannot embrace.

 

The few life becomes too hard

their only salvation

is to end a troubled existence

creating an awful blow

questions of guilt or surprise

remorse and tearful cries!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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Until!

For some years now the group had investigated

many reported haunted sites

on which every member the findings did debate

the many frightening nights

when sceptic and believer too often disagreed

as the investigation did proceed!

 

This philosophy worked well a mutual respect

until they visited the hospital

that had been abandoned its history suspect

with rumours and tittle-tattle

sounds and sightings of  dead patients seen

or the staff  it could have been!

 

This intrigued the groups sense of adventure

and determination to seek facts

with boldness and determination did enter

in the hope of making contact

with members of the local paranormal team

who knew the haunting was extreme!

 

First a walk around to known places of activity

static cameras with night vision

put in areas of  known sightings and negativity

making each move a joint decision

but even on this prelim voices were picked up

creating flutters in their gut!

 

Every piece of equipment was primed and ready

as the small group proceeded

lights were now turned off had to take it steady

and rules of engagement heeded

torches to guide them to the areas of interest

this night each it would test!

 

In the resuscitation room cries of pain are heard

picked up on the voice recorder

screams of a male asking for help clear each word

this nearly created disorder

one female says she has been touched on her face

shaken went back to the base!

 

Passing by the theatres a child’s laugh is so clear

everybody heard this faint sound

followed by an aggressive growl so very near

each suddenly turned around

slowly the few walked towards the trauma ward

an eerie place to be explored.

 

Reported in here coldness and shadows moving

even the double doors creaked

cautiously entering the mood was not improving

as a loud tap made a girl shriek

in the cameras viewfinder a human shape seen

also on the thermal image screen!

 

Then a deep rasping voice shouted clearly get out

the words confirmed on playback

a shadow darted around them in anger no doubt

another group member felt a whack

almost ending on the debris covered ward floor

they could not take any more!

 

Gathering outside by their van in the forecourt

the dawn was beginning  to break

every member shaken at what they had caught

though a long night were wide awake

the equipment still inside they had to retrieve

even the sceptics had to believe!

 

But there would be a lot more surprises in store

reviewing the footage taken

galvanizing them all into coming back for more

the investigation each had shaken

two hours later left to evaluate and contemplate

and their next actions to debate!

 

The Foureyed Poet

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Friends Had Said!

Friends had said leave him don’t take the pain

he’ll really hurt you one day!

The young mum knew in her heart it was true

but she loved this man.

His abuse she took thinking it was not meant

both at the age of consent!

 

Would not admit that she feared her partner

the blows just pressure release.

She also worked the bruises were well hidden

harder now with the kids.

Somehow couldn’t break away from his power

each was a dangerous hour!

 

One day the tension was impossible to contain

and the violence excelled.

Terrified she left taking the two crying babes

leaving them with relatives.

Her husband had followed the row continued

his anger had truly stewed!

 

In the street and back in their miserable home

all control was now lost!

Each blow hurt more cries for mercy ignored

this time it never stopped

Then there was no more motion only silence

losing the strength for defence!

 

He stood without any emotion just indifference

leaving his wife and a mother.

Dead on the carpet at the age of twenty-five

should have had many years.

Laying alone as this man-made his futile retreat

her children never again to meet!

 

We can only hope justice will be done!

 

The Foureyed Poet

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In A Village!

A warm afternoon a couple entered a pub

on holiday in a village.

In an ancient land of history Cornwall

on a day of souring heat.

Yet when inside it was cold and dark

the furnishing stark.

 

The landlord was pleasant and welcoming

buying drinks sat at a table.

Other people milled around chatting

this was like an old tavern.

Where once smugglers most likely drank

after a ship they’d sank!

 

Hungry decided to have a nice bar meal

as a menu was in sight.

After ordering waited supping the drinks

putting the glasses down.

When both fell smashing onto the floor

what caused it neither sure!

 

Where they landed and the fluid drained

a big dark stain was visible.

Both overwhelmed with apprehension

as the interior blurred.

A body dropped before their very eyes

hearing faint pitiful cries!

 

Reality returned glancing to slate floor

nothing was to be seen.

Unable to stay in this disturbing setting

exiting in a puzzled state.

Staring in from the cobbled pathway

turned and walked away!

 

Certainly a strange tale for them to tell!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

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The Earth Screams!

The earth screams in pain as it was bombarded

by continuous explosions!

To extract the oil and gas from its body of rock

no remorse was ever shown.

As they bored onward stripping all the goodness

but nobody seemed to careless!

 

From this planet that gave all of them life support

they were bleeding it dry!

Telling the people it was required to create energy

and the minerals to help mankind.

But in truth the few were ruling making vast profit

with contempt they sit!

 

Earth’s natural movements and cycles accelerated

magnified by the reckless attack!

Human’s over a few centuries causing such pollution

and irreversible damage too.

Has these actions rapidly increased our own demise

ignoring earth’s screaming cries!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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Trapped!

Trapped in a city under siege no way to escape

barrage of heavy gun fire!

That never seems to stop as it gets closer

explosions shaking your being!

As death is all around at every second

your existence to could end!

 

Dust dirt and blood wherever you turn

cry’s of pain stench of death!

Hell on earth without a glimmer of hope

to even comfort you!

Government troops your people’s enemy

encroaching on your territory!

 

Each shattering explosion brings the horror closer

citizens caught in the barrage!

As the resistance fighters struggle to retaliate

with their inferior weapons!

In the end overwhelming odds tell the story

they don’t speak of glory!

 

Conflicts blight increasing nations before our eyes

rising the crescendo of their cries!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Wooden Door!

The neighbours had heard the child’s cries

but did not want to get involved

outside the appearance was of normality

curtains closed with a sense of despair

the wooden front door shut firm and tight

a report made of possible plight!

 

A social worker came to make a first call

ominously knocking on that door

unsure she waited for someone to answer

at last a young woman opened it ajar

an unpleasant odour wafted out of there

as she spoke with a pleading stare!

 

A whimpering could be heard from inside

but she was not allowed to enter

little was said as she quickly shut that door

the social worker could do no more

making her report it was filed an at risk case

soon they had forgotten this place!

 

Weeks passed and an urgent call was made

the police were soon knocking that door

breaking it down as screaming was heard

inside was a complete scene of squalor

a child of about  ten was found nearly dead

lying still and helpless in a putrid bed!

 

They discovered a young woman distraught

trying hard to revive the poor child

two other kids ran around in a terrible state

within minutes the child was in hospital

the life signs the doctors said were not good

at his side at death his mother stood!

 

Such sadness when a child does not survive

his brother and sister taken into care

later at the enquiry each blamed the other

nothing resolved it will happen again

where is the next door with horrors to hide

desperate victims helpless inside?

 

The father never found the mother later died!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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