A Glance!

It was just his glance of disapproval

at the dangerous maneuver

noticed in the split second exchange

the figure behind the wheel

certainly did not look of human origin

leaving a knotted feeling within!

 

For a moment pondered aliens are real

could not shake the dread

growing paranoia inside him simmered

could they be amongst us

looking like us so origin not to recognise

our form just a disguise!

 

Depicted in countless science fiction films

most taking it as entertainment

but this encounter had for the first time

created that worrying possibility

that actors were portraying on the screen

real off world beings in each scene!

 

Hysterical at that thought stopped stressed

deciding it must be imagination

but could not shake the imprinted image

his secure existence dented

observing with scrutiny everybody he met

always now a little suspect!

 

From deep inside he knew they were here

the threat to mankind Severe!

 

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Painting!

That large painting on his aunts faded wallpaper

always made him shudder

the realistic depiction of the burning of witches

seemed to him so vivid

those flames flickering he actually felt the heat

glad when from there did retreat!

 

That day came when his beloved aunty passed

family he rarely ever saw

gathered with him at the funeral to say farewell

and after once more parted

a few weeks later he received an official letter

this did not make him feel better!

 

His dearly departed aunt had left him the painting

his body went from hot to cold

in bold letters being delivered by a courier firm

two days from the present

had that trapped no way out nagging emotion

what would happen had no notion!

 

A message had been sent with a time of arrival

growing the intensity of fear

at midday his breath was becoming laboured

as the door bell chimed

dread had built up within his heart and soul

just the thought taking its toll!

 

There before him was the large rapped parcel

taking and signing for his legacy

reluctantly brought it in to his once safe haven

no intention of hanging on his wall

placed in the attic hoping to overcome his dread

trying to hang onto his sanity thread!

 

The first night had a nightmare about witches

they were surrounding his bed

woke up crying out could not rest anymore

bangs came from the ceiling above

had to leave went for a walk never felt alone

the evil seed had been sown!

 

Reluctant to go back even to his own house

yet there was a compulsion

could no way resist headed a familiar path

entered for the last time

to the spot where the package was placed

took off the cover the canvas faced!

 

Before him it came alive hearing crackling fire

chanting voices overpowering

tried to retreat from this grotesque scene

knowing this was his fate

they came out into this world he the sacrifice

to enter our dimension their device!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Moment!

That tender moment is still within Still

as the pain of parting was hard to take

not knowing when our bodies would touch

in the long nights that had yet to be.

Bad dreams ran through my thoughts

would I ever touch or smell your being

off to war your orders had told you

flying with your comrades and crew!

Countless news reports and horror stories

had made us feel an internal dread

forewarned of the dangers that lay ahead

in a country where there was bitterness.

A distant world that was far from me

isolated in an area of frightening hostility

where communication was greatly restricted

and far to many heinous images depicted!

When would that moment guide you back

how empty is the soul that I alone possess

stabbing pains started to make me shake

a nagging voice then invaded my sensorium.

As contact was suddenly lost with you today

two soldiers came reluctantly to my door.

for your country with regret you had died

in sadness I mourn my heart filled with pride!

The sacrifices that the military undertake in action

brings for some cause for violent reaction!

if only that elusive peace could one day be achieved

forever the hatred from mans lives relieved!

The Foureyed Poet.

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