Reflection!

The years have gone by

often wonder where

on reflection think why

nobody there to share

nor guide me to see

there are those who care

to feel more carefree

but of life’s pitfalls aware

is there hope don’t know

can the future change

a resolute smile will show

even if it looks strange!

 

Few notice that your low

a mode of our time

hope the sadness will go

facing the rising crime

if only more could forgive

not just wanting to fight

in peace more could live

showing real foresight

who can we trust today

when supports not found

life’s harder every day

with such poverty around!

 

Easy to envy the wealthy

but there is a divide

for our sanity not healthy

have to swallow pride

a stable society has gone

uncertainty here to stay

no matter how we all long

living is a risk each day!

 

At the mercy of unseen forces!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

 

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Scene!

Should not have gone back to the scene of the crime

did not see the woman until she hit his car

if only had got a taxi knew his alcohol limit was high

looked around the empty lane and the tree

he hit swerving to avoid that woman in a nightdress

had been honest with the police did confess!

 

But no body could be found but was sure he saw her

lost conciseness in a coma for weeks

but the nightmare of that moment would not fade

it had been three years since that night

had a breakdown ended up in a mental institution

knew deep inside it had been no allusion!

 

Had to take medication just to focus filled with guilt

no matter how many times being told

in his mind’s eye saw he hit her body head on

alone staring deeply reliving the incident

there was a clap of thunder and fork lightning

atmosphere around him heightening!

 

A Memory it had been a thunderstorm that night

now the visibility was getting poor and rain

hitting his skin hurt more flashes then she came

before him on that saturated country road

frantically calling out she did not seem to hear

as rapidly approaching a car did near!

 

The driver saw the man in front but was too late

a spilt second before he hit a woman to

the vehicle skidded impacting at the same spot

a patrol car came by soon after the crash

indications the weather had caused the collision

been here before viewed it with suspicion!

 

The driver did survive this horrendous fatal crash

with only minor injuries very lucky

the cold case of the phantom woman reopened

especially when the male victims body

was recovered identification had been resolved

yet the mystery was never solved!

 

Occasionally during a thunderstorm was reported

a woman and a man were seen on the road

without evidence the report was politely retorted

but an open-minded attitude was bestowed

as it was in the realm of a spiritual understanding

other agencies were better suited to handling!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Crave!

How often we crave to go back in time

to change the mistakes we made

though the past is like a distant mime

every event long ago played

so easy to try and reshape the blunder

that tugs at our stressful minds

we forget those moments of wonder

bad memories linger good fade

can our lives be planned even the pain

win or fail this is meant to be so

many facets to reach for a higher plain

maybe it is best we do not know

that there is no possibility to go back

not at this point in our turbulent history

would this be a cosmic crime

what might have been stays a mystery!

 

Life for us is short ticktock! For nobody will it stop!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

There!

It was just there one summers evening a car

a small blue hatchback

parked in a clearly painted no parking zone

did not look abandoned

front seats back as if both had been asleep

near to shops hotel and café

police were often driving by not concerned

to eliminate foul play they spurned!

 

Whatever the reasons it seemed nobody cared

no signs of violence or abductions

just as though the owners had simply vanished

a nice motor why was it here

police did not want to know nor even curious

to take a close up inspection

of the boot to see if a body was stuffed inside

or the owners safety clarified!

 

So it stands from nice small car to a total wreck

but who owns this vehicle

informed the council said they would check it

then stick a label on the window

not filling me with much confidence or trust

or that anybody seems bothered

to clear away or investigate any discarded motor

for public safety not a good promoter!

 

Wonder what the history of it will turn out to be

stolen or just simply forsaken

just maybe there is a real sinister tale to be told

the length of time being ignored

a scandal as the delay should have been averted

highlighting the cuts in the budget

with interest wait to see if  a crime was involved

also whether it will ever be solved!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Mutual Respect!

Confusion surrounded her why were they arguing

friends that were so close split

finding no common ground were once so close

families from all nations

religion no barrier to coalition and mutual respect

where everybody could interject!

 

She had grown up here feeling safe a community

with here brothers with no unrest

until a year passed the mood had rapidly changed

mistrust and drugs use expanded

population grew a dived between groups emerged

noticeably the unrest and violence surged!

 

Battles in the once quiet streets became established

that the freedom to go anywhere

had gone what she had known was now a memory

the young were drawn into crime

once could go anywhere now no go zones created

a growing anger and hatred!

 

Murders of so much of the youth minds corrupted

it was as though a hidden agenda

being implicated to take away that peace and unity

where the community joined together

money ruled the poor are treated as a sub-culture

the rich peering upon us like a preying vulture!

 

But the tide was beginning to turn as they realised

it was amongst themselves

not the wealthy that assumed knew how they felt

could bring back the respect

lacking in a society that was aligned for the greedy

and not for the majority of needy!

 

Yet the war goes on as the gap surely forever spreads

those unseen continue to treat us like plebs!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

 

Unexpected!

She had been a social worker many years

though there was more pressure

found it rewarding visiting senior citizens

concluded knocking on a door

her last visit of the week was unexpected

then no problems detected!

 

Remembered visiting the elderly lady before

recalling she was very frail

contact had been lost this was an urgent visit

to see if she was in distress

with no reply had a master-key to get inside

thinking she must have died!

 

Entering and calling the elderly person’s name

got no reply looked around

as if by instinct went into the small lounge

sensed she was in there

unprepared for the sight that would greet her

a primal fear within did stir!

 

She sat in a big armchair staring straight ahead

pale but appeared well

but it was several feet off the cream worn carpet

the room was cold a smell

made the social worker feel ill it was sulphur

everything after was a blur!

 

Awoke with a jolt as a soft voice close by spoke

shaking saw the elderly lady

who looked concerned and offering a cup of tea

the room looked normal

now in the armchair asleep a black cat did lay

quickly leaving could not stay!

 

From then on certain she was being followed

yet could never see anybody

her report did not reveal what she had seen

thinking she would be ridiculed

but could not forget what she had witnessed

making her feel more stressed!

 

It was a few days later her manager contacted

to inquire who she had seen

the lady mentioned did not live at that address

nor did anybody else

the property had been destroyed by a bad fire

an explanation did require!

 

Nobody was found within the burnt out shell

it was an unsolved crime

no culprit or evidence of arson had been found

flagging major concern

of course she could not give any information

causing her consternation!

 

Her mental health deteriorated she became ill

before long was committed

unable to accept that she imagined the event

now constantly medicated

yet still that feeling something evil was nearby

making her want to scream and cry!

 

Trapped in the single cell within her own hell!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Bus Stop!

The young woman waited for the late night bus

as she often did after visiting her mum

always alone it had never bothered her before

but that night the bus was late arriving

at first did not notice the dark clothed figure

when she did panic it did trigger!

 

Where it had come from had heard no sound

with the light in the shelter could see

it was possibly a gaunt looking teenage girl

the clothing seemed dirty and ragged

not wanting to stare tried not glance that way

here certainly not wanting to stay!

 

There was no gestures yet a presence was felt

making a large gap between them

was really scared so glad when the bus came

jumping on as the doors opened

had not realised how cold she had become

wished she had stayed with mum!

 

It was then realised she was the only one

the girl had not got on behind her

when getting off enquired with the driver

had he seen the other passenger

replied calmly that nobody was waiting

simply to her the story relating!

 

Added she was not the first who had asked

others to witnessed the ghost

as many years before at that spot a girl died

murdered while waiting for a bus

nobody was ever caught for this awful crime

her spirit doomed to haunt for all time!

 

She never waited for a bus at that stop again

often in her thoughts the images did remain!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Wreckage!

Erected in the centre of a huge hanger it stood

thousands of wreckage pieces

now twisted and burned into many shapes

being carefully reconstructed

on wire frames to assist in the investigation

analyzed to find an explanation!

 

It had taken several months just to get this far

crashing in an actual war zone

the deceased innocent victims not respected

their return too long for families

traumatized even more by this added insult

so many in this conflict caught!

 

The international teams unable to gain access

an unprecedented political block

for such a callous act raising the world tension

with no respect for the dead

holding back the solving of a barbaric crime

the scene degrading with time!

 

It was calculated to be a sophisticated missile

origin and perpetrators queried

no longer of any interest to those who started

their journeys full of excitement

and expectation of reaching their destinations

returning safely back to their relations!

 

Life we know can be so cruel nobody is immune

from what fate or destiny has in store

each day embraced and every second savoured

too much misery fills our planet

only as one surely a short life could be enjoyed

but far too many stare into the void!

 

But can there be more sinister facts to be told

has the truth ever been fully revealed

to the public on stories reported in our news

those images created for us to view

may not be what they seem just an illusion

to divide and generate confusion!

 

Ever my thoughts are with those in mourning

and victims who died with no warning!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Expression!

There was no expression on his unshaven face

no hint of what he would do

in the queue of a small busy provincial bank

to any trained observer

he was a suspicious character up to no good

rigid like a piece of wood!

 

It was if he was waiting for a particular moment

those by him started retreating

as if an instinct was warning them of a danger

from beneath his raincoat

menacingly brought out a twelve bore shot-gun

hitting a man trying to run!

 

Pushing customers aside who had not moved

pointed the weapon at the cashier

there were no security glass she faced a gun

aimed directly at her head

somehow keeping calm as he told her to fill

money sacks close to her till!

 

Grabbed the bags then fled towards the exit

a female accomplice remained

creating a diversion as security went to fire

racing through the sliding door

just as the alarm was raised by the shaken staff

safe let out a  triumphant laugh.

 

Briskly walking to a selected skip opening lid

took out a large hold all

from it removed a jacket put the money in

within seconds proceeded

with a changed image headed to the station

but still had trepidation.

 

Not wanting to be overconfident it went well

no sign of being followed

meeting his partner in crime and lovely wife

at a prearranged rendezvous

relaxing on the train hoping she was all right

their re-union always a delight.

 

On arrival at the seaside hotel it was too quiet

she had been compromised

keeping from view saw her waiting  nervously

a dark car outside watching

expecting this could happen he called a cab

with the intent his lady to nab!

 

knowing what to do came slowly out and walked

close to the hotel wall

saw the taxi arrive as she passed the door opened

a hand clutched her arm

and was now with her husband and drove away

to commit a crime another day!

 

His expression now showed plenty of emotion!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Basement Flat!

The body had just been carefully removed

from the scene of the murder.

Two rooky police officers were left to guard

the  scene at the basement flat.

Uneasy being near this gruesome crime

the woman killed in her prime.

 

It was a unseasonally cold frosty night

the flat had been locked.

They stood by the railings at street level

music could be heard nearby.

The policewoman casually turned around

and at the window lower ground.

 

Was sure there was some movement inside

told her colleague who smiled.

knowing nobody was in the basement flat

suggesting it was imagination.

Convinced she had seen it anxiety grew

somebody was there she knew!

 

Walking up and down the street both bored

heard an urgent tapping sound!

Reaching the railings it came from below

was somebody breaking in?

Both ran down the steep steps of stone

surprised they were alone!

 

Yet the sealed door was unlocked and open

entering with extreme caution.

The male officer saw the flickering light

fading he went to investigate!

Leaving the female in the small bedroom

filled with sadness and gloom.

 

There was a a blood spattered mirror in front

of where she was standing.

And beside her she could see the young victim

silently shouting arms held out.

Turning nobody was there screaming she ran

and up the steps as fast as she can!

 

Soon her shaken colleague was right by her side

as he too could not explain.

What was going on in the basement flat so left

not mentioning what she saw!

The rest of their shift neither wanted to speak

but an answer she would seek!

 

The police officer has still not seen anybody

about the image in the mirror!

And the killer has not been caught to this day

nor tenants rent the basement flat.

It remains dejected and boarded up tight

even vandals don’t enter the site!

 

The Foureyed Poet