Resigned!

Admitting that life can be lonely living alone

after it must be over thirty years

on reflection maybe it was always my destiny

one regret never found a soul mate

to share thoughts interests and have a laugh

independent is fine but would be nice

to find somebody to ring visit or have some fun

now feel my timeline has overrun!

 

How the years have flown by and the body ages

for some the dawn of a new beginning

being so busy never have a moment to be alone

yes have children this is certainly true

but they do not need old dad hanging around

having their own lives to see through

nice to have a special friend honest and true!

 

In a society that has lost that closeness and unity

many dread their forced isolation

with social health no longer an affordable priority

the elderly feel they are a burden

admit this has started to be a concern in my mind

eventually to the inevitable resigned!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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College!

The teenager was excited that Monday

heading to her choice of university

tears kisses and hugs from parents

she was of a nerd disposition

thrilled with a thirst for knowledge

history of the occult at college!

 

Her one desire being a parapsychologist

always had an interest in ghosts

ever since she saw a girl in her bedroom

told mum she said it was a dream

definitely knew it was real being awake

could still feel the headache!

 

Saw it many times after all over the house

always made her head throb

yet never felt threatened just very sad

was about twelve at the time

from then on heard voices in her mind

the future had been defined!

 

Kept all this from the family and friends

none of them could understand

glad at last to get away from that house

now nineteen had to find direction

compelled to this historic seat of learning

entering her stomach was churning!

 

Could not admit she had psychic abilities

early afternoon seemed quiet

surely should be busy on registration day

there was a buzz with crowds

voices bombarded her brain hard to breath

it kept repeating Macbeth!

 

Reeling then heard movement behind her

a young woman in long robe

silently came over with a chilling smile

hi Sara my names Beth

you have been eagerly expected here

everything will be made clear!

 

By eye contact she was guided into a room

without hesitation followed

as though it was natural to walk behind

this creepy young stranger

two huge doors seemed to open unaided

with singing was serenaded!

 

Candles lit the way the atmosphere heavy

hooded figures could be seen

that awareness flooded her profound mind

knew she was out of her depth

as the black-robed figures now surrounded

her petite body terror unbounded!

 

Now hands were pushing her towards what

soon became clear was an altar

the female slowly with precision turned

you have been chosen to join

our ancient secret coven by careful selection

here under our protection!

 

As she stood she was stripped and re-dressed

into a dark long red robe

on the altar lay what looked like a teenager

draped in a white gown

found herself standing with a knife in hand

none of this she planned!

 

Could not stop as the compulsion to kill surged

the knife above raised high

had no control as it plunged she screamed

all went dark then awoke

was now alone outside of this gothic facade

her thoughts no longer strayed!

 

 

Her destiny had been foretold this had to be faced

fearful for the ordeal braced!

 

Eyes watched as she really entered unable to escape!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Grandma’s House!

She had no knowledge at all of her grandma’s life

in fact she had never met her

so surprised to find she had inherited the house

mum hated the old witch

never visited always referred to her in this way

and never went there to stay!

 

Unsure why she had been given this old house

felt compelled to visit

a part of her life that was a complete blank

down to the west country

headed alone on the train anxiety was growing

to a part of her that was unknowing!

 

Took a taxi from the station at first an adventure

a child like excitement

but as she got out and the car quickly left her

alone staring at the dwelling

bleak uncared for yet felt the need to go within

searching for answers could begin!

 

Unkempt garden bunch of rusting keys gripped

in her tiny soft hand

stood before the door found the key entered

dusty but surprisingly tidy

sensed a presence was it imagination or real

what secrets did it conceal?

 

Missed her mum who had died some years ago

told she had died of an aneurism

pulmonary could recall wished she was here

remembering she hated grandma

never gave a direct reply when asked why

too late now gave a big a sigh!

 

Wanted to leave maybe the timing was wrong

the door would not open

a sound made her turn grandma sat in a chair

seemed real how could this be

spoke in a soft tone even said she was dead

that filled the girl with dread!

 

You are home my child the coven’s chosen one

before anything more said

the image faded from view but others had come

a group of young women

surrounded the room each were dressed plain

in black from talking did refrain!

 

On a large central table an ancient thick text-book

bearing her name Abigail

felt compelled to pick it up instantly like a surge

of electricity exploded

around her petite immature body and mind

from then on she was defined!

 

No longer a child a beautiful woman now emerged

with dark penetrating eyes

embracing who she really was a powerful witch

instantly had absorbed

the knowledge of her birthright overpowering

the future before her towering!

 

Realising that her mum’s untimely end designed

as it blocked her destiny

becoming clear she had resisted the natural order

for so long filled with dismay

though with this new purpose inside a darkness

grew this began to caress!

 

The coven was complete she had fulfilled her destiny!

 

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.

 

Warriors!

Down upon the bloody battlefield he observed

the slaughter of his army!

Their sworn enemy retreating in their victory

the adrenaline still pumping.

His warriors always defiant their roar so loud

of them he was truly proud!

 

His muscular body glistening in the early dawn

old scars and new wounds

Cris crossed his flesh a bloody sword held high

shouting a defying war cry

Echoing shrilly over the mist filled valley below

praying to god their way to show!

 

One lost battle he knew did not lose this war

but the warriors were weary.

Without families near to mourn their passing

being their leader had to be strong.

No Time for remorse or for him to be meek

nor allow himself to become weak!

 

Moving amongst his loyal men to bury the dead

and prepare for the next battle!

Later back at their camp site his officers gathered

to count the cost and plan.

Giving his pledge there would be no more defeat

feeling the surge in his heart beat!

 

At dawn the loyal warriors marched ready to fight

tough and fearless their formation tight!

 

Onward to meet their destiny!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Destiny!

Within his hand he held that small key

that could guide him to his destiny!

A medium had brought him to this spot

this could be his one and only shot.

Fate awaited him the young man knew

as that excitement quickly grew!

 

Given a map by a man he was guided to

he knew this he would see through.

Now at a desk in this second-hand shop

that had a badly scratched top.

Informed it had a secret compartment

with a letter written on parchment.

 

He now had an idea for what he was searching

the adventure would now begin!

The words written in a very ancient dialect

something else for him to reflect.

As he stood pondering who could read it

failure this he would not admit!

 

The shop owner kindly asked if he could assist

the question he could not resist.

To enquire  if he could read this strange text

the answer yes no longer perplexed.

Written it seemed many centuries before

listening wanting to know more.

 

His name mentioned a descendant of a knight

and hidden treasure out of sight!

Gold diamonds and a precious sacred cross

in battle his life was a great loss!

Now the next stage a dangerous journey abroad

to seek out this secret priceless hoard!

 

How could he find the money to finance this trip

could this be the first major slip?

Then he glanced upon some old coins inside

now I am really on my way he cried!

Would he find his destiny at the journey’s end

on the obstacles he faced it would depend!

 

Into the hostile world he happily ventured!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Mothers Womb

From before our birth our lives start alone

within our mothers womb.

Each of us have to face this worlds obstacles

on our own ground.

Over coming many trials to reach the peak

of the life we seek!

 

Destiny or is it fate deciding our end result

there are those popular.

Of different levels of so-called intelligence

dictators and followers.

Gathered amongst humans hard and cold

as complex patterns unfold!

 

No matter who you are loneliness plays a part

people either cope or not!

Thriving on their own succeeding or failing

completing their short lives.

We are individuals needing companionship

others a single ticket trip!

 

There has to be moments when we are alone

no physical contact or chat.

It is all electronic ways to communicate

but isolations a growing threat.

Society has created the material breed

no money steal what you need!

 

A long way from your mother’s womb

to your single lonely tomb!

 

The Foureyed Poet.