Hand In Hand!

Held hands bewildered at what surrounded them

shocked covered in thick dust

could only hold on to each other both survived

the huge blast that killed so many

children that did not understand such carnage

or how adults had such rage!

 

In their short lives had only ever known destruction

warfare that took families forever

born into the putrid odours of death cries of anguish

that never ending wail of mourning

funerals and standing by grave sides of  loved ones

and choking smoke filling their lungs!

 

Now they were alone their home and parents murdered

as a missile struck their only sanctuary

while both outside the explosion shattered many lives

parents and grandparents a brother to

lost evermorer being so young just could not understand

as together stood hand in hand!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

No!

Where have they gone those days of fun

to be out with the family in the sun

simple times no television families talking

then no fear of monsters stalking

all together each Sunday for dinner and tea

that filled everybody with glee!

 

No expectations or need for material wealth

or trips to the gym for your health

plenty of plain food and that afternoon walk

happy then to simply sit and talk

computer games and smart phones yet to be

both hands and thoughts free!

 

Countryside unspoilt with no motorway blight

or endless buildings to block the sight

any news was not broadcast twenty four seven

holidays not abroad but sunny Devon!

but even then warnings of world destruction

were not broadcast like a film production!

 

Cannot deny it was far from a perfect society

far from that hope of propriety

to me seemed more contained not in your face

life was at a far slower pace

enjoyment was more simple the pressure less

no buzz word then known as stress!

 

But every decade has its ample recollections

filled with countless imperfections

catastrophes that shape the course of history

distressing cases that remain a mystery

so each new dawn we face a fresh blank day

to see if our lives continue to replay!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Unseen!

Is there a malicious unseen agenda

that does not want unity

where humanity would join as one

instead of our destruction

intent on fanning the flames of hate

when people want to debate!

 

Dividing the masses for the privileged

creating fear and mistrust

taking us away from a righteous path

into the depraved depths

when we know not what is happening

a scenario for many baffling!

 

Death and chaos is a daily occurrence

the threat of total anarchy

your neighbours and friends the foe

everybody filled with mistrust

as understanding slips into that abyss

hope evermore we shall miss!

 

Or is the turmoil part of an ongoing plan?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Returning!

Returning to that special spot we cherished

this time on my own

that romantic and magical day together

by the tiny riverside cafe

there proposed to the only girl in my life

to be my loving wife!

 

Only anguish greeted me at what was here

nothing remained of our dream

rubble and new town filled the rural scene

acres of lush grass and trees

obliterated by busy noisy polluted highways

gone those quaint byways!

 

My pressures lady had passed away recently

she would have been dismayed

to see destruction of rural land lost forever

that memory had lived in us

of that enchantment in our hearts those years

brought me to shed rare tears!

 

Bringing her ashes to scatter at our paradise

which now existed no more

returning to our once happy fun-filled home

to keep them close to heart

so she was always near me her love to share

even when our children were there!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Powerful!

Powerful he stood leader of the mighty nation

once they set the standard

for its authority self-approval and egotism

an economy of immense wealth

the glory days have faded no longer in control

lost now that almighty role!

 

Corruption and mistrust sour the ruling party

fear of another invasion

has weakened its structure as well as self belief

with more violence flaring

law enforcement is under a rising onslaught

where in the middle caught!

 

Other major powers are an unpredictable threat

they seem to follow satan’s law

where humankind are of no importance at all

our destruction a by-product

the separation between good and evil merging

the annihilation of cultures surging!

 

Will future leaders guide us from these dark forces

or take us further down fatal courses?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Free!

Within the once vast and open wilderness

where wild animals were free

passing their lives without intervention

from hunters and seekers of land

killing the prey for their breeds survival

fearing no human arrival!

 

No more their security and safety assured

as the numbers rapidly dwindle

some becoming extinct as the killing excels

left to die in agony and pain alone

poachers only interest the profits they make

not the misery they create!

 

The rich and ruthless have no mercy to give

for any destruction of animal life

nor the ever advancing human colonisation

and their shrinking habitation

creatures who should live and be protected

by many their rights not respected!

 

Man thinks on earth he is the superior being

not caring species are rapidly disappearing!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Shuttle!

The shuttle landed safely on the moon base

bringing fresh crew and supplies

connected to the airlock engines switched off

entering the huge base still alert

glad for the nights stop over for the break

feeling fatigued with backache.

 

Unusual always considered himself really fit

it started soon after take off

soon after the heavy door was shut he heard

a metallic voice on his intercom

that was totally unfamiliar the words unclear

yet he felt the pangs of fear!

 

It meant to be a one man crew yet not alone

with him the latest robotic droid

that certainly had no sense of humour at all

he was pleased it was short-haul

a private company always trying save cash

the rule their attitude brash!

 

Working for them as nobody would use him

putting up with many shortfalls

annoyed it was on here the craft needed work

many corners cut to save a buck

his mind wandered now entering the canteen

the dangers as yet unseen!

 

The same sensations felt on the ship were here

his whole body began to hurt

those whispering voices increased in his earpiece

he had not disconnected

otherwise seemed quiet as he sat sipping a coffee

as moving lights he could see!

 

Thought it must be time to book into his room

had to report to the office first

in the corridor had a view of the home planet

earth there like a beacon of hope

majestic and bright for a while stood in awe

made him want to get back more!

 

Reaching the office surprised nobody was about

though furniture had been scattered

as if there had been a fight an unwelcome sight

he had heard nothing though near

in fact not a single staff member was around

again that voice his ear did pound!

 

Heading back to loading dock saw the heavy door

was wide open checked onboard

damage was extensive metal crushed like paper

on the flight deck surprised

the robot had gone from the reinforced seat

instruments destroyed a rising heat!

 

This was the moment he started to be troubled

unable to understand the cause

there were sounds ahead moving with caution

followed a trail of destruction

and in a large communal room saw the robot

did not fancy his chances a lot!

 

The staff and crew from other craft all together

herded into a tight corner

everybody seemed remarkably calm and quiet

noticing it was hard to breath

life support must be turned off or damaged

the base seriously ravaged!

 

He knew everybody’s time was rapidly diminishing

they had to have air restored

this brought home the real frailties of mankind

with the rise in artificial intelligence

that needed no such delicate balance to exist

was it caused by accident or terrorist?

 

Rumours had spread of an attack on the moon base

but no indication by his robot

weapons not allowed here because of decompression

so had to find heavy object

to try and destroy its complex circuits at its weak spot

he may only get one swinging shot!

 

Finding it hard to get around summoned the strength

went back to get his lucky golf club

that for some reason always had it near a lucky omen

and very useful for any trouble

now close to the entrance becoming hazy had to try

must disable this cyborg or die!

 

As his own and many others lives hung in the balance

he crept unsteadily closer

summoning all his strength to strike one lucky blow

a young woman was startled

and the robot swung around just as the club smashed

into the spot and to the ground crashed!

 

It was luck and a strong survival instinct that saved them

emergency systems were activated

now the sinister cause of this near fatal breach of security

would seek to find out what went wrong

highlighting an irreversible progress of artificial intelligence

warnings not heeded implications immense!

 

The science fiction writers had predicted this outcome!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

Terrifying!

The large empty field next to the motorway

lay unused until workmen arrived

there was a fear houses would be built here

instead large solar panels appeared

covering the once wide open fertile farmland

even the council did not understand!

 

An international company had bought the site

to erect these panels for electricity

intending to cover many more fields of green

that spoilt the natural contour

some conspirators were sure there was  more

in their plans a hidden flaw!

 

Risking being caught to observe the progress

security was very tight there

unmarked trucks delivered tons of equipment

and a small building took shape

the massive array aimed at an angle to the sun

a fence erected the work done.

 

It seemed a legitimate project yet it felt wrong

even at night the panels glowed

to each of the gathered group they pondered

was this a guidance beacon

or some sinister portal connecting the planets

this notion made them perplexed!

 

To them the complex had an inhuman appearance

vehicles with unusual markings

patrolled the fields and high electrical fencing

yet could find no information

nothing should be on this body of  pasture land

definitely something underhand!

 

 

The daily hustle and bustle continued close by

in the day nobody was visible

the group had tried to contact the ministry

yet never receiving a reply

a theory began to formulate in their wrangling

into what were they all tangling?

 

One day as the sunset inside the only building

it started to glow and hum

the panels slowly turned into a massive circle

next tilting directly upwards

a blinding light pierced the upper atmosphere

the colour blue pure and clear!

 

That surge of  immense power physically hit them

a spectacle that lasted seconds

but left an impression bring abhorrence mankind

a terrifying form of space travel

had begun it would bring the earth to destruction

by humans own construction!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Premonitions And Predictions!

Premonitions and predictions we have been told

throughout our short history

good ones giving us some hope of a future

but usually doom and destruction

wrath of the gods and man’s total demise

truth or fabricated lies?

 

Does it depend on how prophecies are  translated

as most are in code and vague

ambiguous where guesses can only be made

fitting more than one event!

experts tell of wars and horrors unrestricted

as Armageddon is always predicted!

 

No doubt it will transpire surely a logical fact

a massive event will occur

maybe by a humans ill thought out intervention

or natures unforgiving action

whatever we think dread or naturally fear

that day will eventually be here!

 

Has earth’s terminal date actually been predicted?

When it happens then no doubt we shall know!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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On A Hill!

On a hill that lonely beech tree stands

silently swaying always surveying.

gazing down on town and country lands

of countless changes and shrinking size

so much has happened since it has stood

undisturbed growing so gracefully

buildings creeping nearer it’s not good

now our air is far more polluted

with an unobstructed view no less

it has seen many phases of  life around

a distant train echoes through the stillness

as it moves swiftly homeward bound

early morning mist from the valley

covers the motorway that scars the land

man’s mission to destroy natures tally

rising toxic fumes and roaring traffic sounds

neutral of  human ways unable to escape

generations move on we all come and go

the tree remains keeping its shape

as the world changes rapidly all around!

How much longer before it’s destruction?

The Foureyed Poet.

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