Thoughtful!

Thoughtful nice and bright are you

determined to make a new start

positive will always see it through

with a new man within your heart

wish you both a special happy life

filled with joy in the times ahead

you are starting again as a wife

together on that marital tread

hope you both will be happy I pray

with the emotions of your love vow

respect and talk to each every day

onward in unity as life will allow

so your lives are fulfilled for years

no doubt with laughter and tears!

 

But heard recently she had been ill

with her daughter had a strong will

late thirties sadly lost life’s spark

upon us all left a permanent mark!

 

Tina in a fragile reality you will be missed!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Shivering!

They sat shivering in the basement flat

damp and mould covered the walls

mum held her two children very tightly

trying to keep them warm and dry

no comforts her benefits had been cut

any family to her the door was shut!

 

Left home at fifteen fell for an older man

who showed kindness in the beginning

gave her a child then became ill and died

was just sixteen and for her he cared

his family rejected them to just as her own

on the streets with a baby all alone!

 

Found herself now poorly treated abused

soon realised she was pregnant again

roamed the streets until she found help

a charity cared for them until the baby

was a few months old but funds were short

the council’s assistance urgently sought!

 

Desperate feeling suicidal told had to wait

funding taken away for now try a friend

ended up here in the wretched filthy squat

cowering going rapidly out of her mind

drug users satisfied their addiction close by

drunks used it as a toilet so wanted to cry!

 

Within her had a tough will could not give up

had two babies to think about now

only had each other determined from then on

to make a better life for the three

came up from the depths of despair with hope

knew from then on could cope!

 

In the bright lights of London a family observed

a young woman frail yet was still smiling

never giving up there must be kindness around

they came over offering them support

in a culture of destitution and the welfare system

decimated had lost its humanity rhythm!

 

Months really seemed like years she wondered

in her own warm clean room

children safe both serene unaware of the plight

a short time ago found themselves in

how many there were not so fortunate still living

amongst those who were unforgiving!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

White Van!

It had always been a quiet and safe area to live

until that winter’s night the white van arrived

the house next door had been empty a decade

it was a mess untouched since the owner died

under odd circumstances an unsolved fatality

it was said of an exceptional brutality!

 

Very little was taken in observed with curiosity

but thought there was a coffin maybe more

not having night vision binoculars so not certain

decided maybe best to keep my distance

later a dark limousine glided onto the driveway

that early morning felt very cold was Sunday!

 

A year since the new neighbours came to stay

never met them just glimpses in the dark

that icy sensation has remained never warm

my dog has not stopped growling at the fence

always cats roaming in my garden now none

everybody in the area that house did shun!

 

Reluctantly living next door could not escape

never came out in those daylight hours

windows covered never any external painting

becoming a district everybody feared to live

even worse folk of all ages started to disappear

arising from when the neighbours came here!

 

Used to know many families living in the area

but the parents just vanished from view

more disturbing their children came next door

what was going on tried to speak to them

gave blank stares yet none acknowledged me

something was wrong then could not see!

 

It had been such a lovely area born and bred

in the same house but now the only one left

ringed with misery and death so oppressive

since the white van had brought the vampires

how my life had changed keeping a step ahead

not wanting to become another undead!

 

Had a enough with friends decided to fight back

who were interested and believed in the occult

while searching the internet for information

had found a site of a vampire slayer named Tia

from that initial contact the alliance was created

determined to stop the living being desecrated!

 

The confrontation would be long but we must not lose!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

House-The Entry!

The house stood like a blot on surrounding lands

as a group of teenagers intensely stared

in unity plotting a plan rubbing their chilling hands

they would investigate a decision shared

two boys and two girls of the same age nineteen

determined to go as eyes watched unseen!

 

Petrified to cross the boundary held hands outside

came some distance from their homestead

laughing with a perverse sense of fun none did hide

realising soon some could be within dead

had cameras torches and recording devises to hold

on entry noticed it had suddenly got cold!

 

No turning back now from this unholy inner sanctum!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Bite!

The pain lasted a split second like a sting

true there were flying insects

as she walked by the fast flowing river

the irritation that followed

soon began to swell on her upper arm

it started to cause alarm!

 

Determined to finish her relaxing stroll

though that hope was fading

had to rest luckily a large tree was close

drowsiness overcame her

was soon in a deep and unnatural sleep

into a dark place her mind did leap!

 

Leaning helplessly back against the bark

became aware of creatures

of unknown origin approaching casually

could not move or scream

being dragged nearer the rivers fast flow

terror building to a crescendo!

 

Into the swirling waters her body did go

grasped by claws pulling her

down into a murky subterranean realm

dark damp a smell of decay

watching these freakish beings with care

trying hard not to stare!

 

Tried to keep still and shallowly breath

several gazed her way

eyes sunk that started to glow advanced

saw the teeth felt the bite

as severe pain surged through her torso

the transformation slow!

 

Last recollection was screaming for mercy

so cold could see and feel

surely it must have been an awful dream

until she was now basking

not of human anatomy on the riverbank

an alien beast into the water sank!

 

No dream but an unbelievable reality!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

That Moment!

That moment the mother would never forget

as she sat to recall the events.

Of that day she went to the shopping centre

with her lively young son.

A child who was determined to walk not ride

hard to keep by her side.

 

Much busier than when they’d been before

containment not an easy task.

Bought him new shoes would not take off

stress levels were rising.

Saw a dress could not resist putting it on

did not see any wrong.

 

But in a lapse of thought for a few seconds

never checked he was close.

Seeing how the dress fitted in the mirror

it was nice feeling good.

Realising he was not sitting on the chair

screaming ran out of there!

 

Shouting her son’s name drawing attention

staff and customers came.

Security were soon fulfilling an active role

organising a major search.

Talking to her for information and support

as the small lad was sought.

 

Police were brought in as there was no sign

dad came to be at hand.

Both parents comforting each other in shock

as minutes turned in to hours.

The crowded building cleared of passers-by

quiet hoping to hear even a cry!

 

Cameras showed he had wandered outside

nobody had seen him since.

Concern was mounting for his well-being

he was only five two days ago.

Reporters gathered hungry for any news

ready to write their views.

 

The light was fading as the temperature fell

everyone hoping he was well.

In the manager’s office they couldn’t leave

waiting holding onto hope.

A liaison officer there to keep them in touch

as it was becoming too much!

 

A police unit searched a nearby open park

happily found the lad asleep.

Safely within an enclosed children’s slide

sending for mum and dad.

Both elated and eager to hug their boy

relieved and filled with joy.

 

But realising how lucky to find him unharmed

how easy to be a different story!

Watching now tucked up in his racing car bed

he could have been lost.

Their problems were put into context that day

when their child went astray!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

The Bailiff!

The bailiff was determined to get his bonus

these occupants owed a lot.

Boldly strolling up to the faded paint door

his wages were secure.

But never before had such a mental shock

when upon the door did knock!

 

It had a sticky and an unpleasant rough touch

still thinking he was tough.

Until that overwhelming sense of utter despair

now his legs were like jelly.

Standing back wary and petrified to try again

to run tried to refrain.

 

At that point the door slowly began to open up

a gaunt women stood and spoke!

Swinging around was surprised by her look

yet somehow not surprised.

Reluctantly he walked back to the front step

for the first time inept!

 

She Asked him why he was calling on her today

finding it hard to utter a word!

She had that mesmerizing and haunting stare

somehow saying his spiel.

All his strength and confidence had deserted

as a pressure was exerted!

 

Denying that any money  was owed by her

and not the person he wanted.

Having to get away he apologised and left

terrified like a wimp.

Got in his car and drove away at speed

distance was his need.

 

Back in the office early the following morning

more his arrogant self.

Mentioned the woman at that odd address

it was then he learned.

The account was closed a few days before

nobody lived there any more!

 

The couple ran off in the middle of the night

and they were being traced.

Heart missed a beat listening to them speak

who had he spoken to?

Researching the property it came up blank

petrified his ego sank!

 

He fell apart after this becoming a recluse

he even went back to see.

It was smart and clean not what he’d seen

for a drink recounted the story

Yet answers the bailiff was unable to find

this sent him out of his mind!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

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