What Favour?

Why he had agreed to help his old  mate

was to return a favour

what favour to this day never recalled

just help me move my gear

to a new flat well seemed a simple task

was he about to be a jackass?

 

Inside the car and the boot was crammed

setting off to find the address

surprised on seeing where he was moving

a huge refurbished asylum

turned into varying sized flats for rent

his at the top a long ascent!

 

That was when it dawned this was a mistake

first the lift did not work

no matter how many presses of the button

nothing would happen at all

struggling to the stairs his arms were full

then it came hard staying cool.

 

Ran back  just as the door closed so annoying

this happened three times

before he gave up having to go up six floors

as he got to the floor level

the lift had arrived first out of breath cursed

as to himself conversed!

 

Down the corridor saw what looked like a nurse

approaching went to speak

but they proceeded to fade and then disappear

his mate had not made it yet

confounded wearily moved to number fifty-one

but actually wanted to run!

 

Dropped the gear exhausted heard heavy footsteps

expected to see his tired friend

coming closer but there was nobody to be seen

yet was sure somebody was close

feeling oppressed the atmosphere seemed choking

with his emotions stroking!

 

Standing afraid to move his mate staggered his way

surprisingly jovial and spoke

wondering why he looked so scared and miserable

struggling to utter even a word

could not understand why he did not perceive

made his excuses had to leave!

 

Almost falling down the stairwell glanced upwards

for a few seconds saw a figure

at the top before making his way to the outside

petrified as he got to his car

promising himself never again to enter within

for he feared what resided herein!

 

Many stories continue to be told about the asylum!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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News Years Eve!

Hundreds of thousands gathered eagerly waiting

for the new year to begin

intently watching the hands on a clock face turn

towards the midnight hour

each with their own story to tell of the past year

good and bad soon to disappear!

 

Drunk sober rich poor at this moment were equal

focused on the passing of time

their lives older at each stroke and second gone

some with hope others anguish

stood next to each other facing the unknown

a short lived unity shown!

 

That realisation that every one had the same goal

exchanging banter and hugs

problems and differences were of no importance

bitterness hatred did not exist

as the chimes began to strike the midnight hour

the massive fireworks did tower!

 

Like the cleansing and burning of twelve months

and their anticipation renewed

on new years eve a fresh beginning or same trek

none really knew what awaited

as the weather deteriorated together celebrated

time to cheer not be deflated!

 

Who knows just what mankind or nature has planned!

We can only hope it is A Happy New Year!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Stone Slab

There the large stone slab does stand

reading Lydiard Fields.

Where once the land was undisturbed

for centuries nature lived.

Unsullied all living things there thrived

without threat strived.

 

Now all that remains of what had been

as every trace of natures gifts.

Were torn apart by human intervention

no conscience or care!

Heavy machinery brought in to clear

trees and grass disappear!

 

Natural beauty and elements obliterated

man’s imprint firmly showing.

Changing the landscape with structures

that deface and spoil the view.

Species  lost for our future generations

with these digressing alterations!

 

The once country setting has long gone

replaced by a hotel and units.

That avenue of trees and open meadows

a mere distant memory.

Token vegetation is  now sparsely planted

to late for decisions to be recanted!

 

These ugly monuments surrounding our vision

will forever cause division!