Greys!

Was on her way home from work saw it

just a dot in the cloudy sky

took no notice until it had got bigger

and a triangle shape visible

being alone she stopped at a local store

scared what it was unsure!

 

Mentioned it to the serving staff member

who showed no interest

drank a coffee hoping it would be gone

but driving off it followed

an ominous shadow closing in on the car

certainly not a distant star!

 

Now heard a quiet voice deep in her brain

but could not understand

radio crackled before all electrics failed

pressure and heat rising

coming to a halt on an empty highway

in front stood a figure so grey!

 

Soon joined by several others in her sight

beyond a hovering craft

unable to move paralysed there in the car

then removed roughly

dragged aboard this unidentified object

not knowing what to expect!

 

Yet could recall in her semi-conscious state

images from articles seen

of alien beings who looked exactly like these

unsure of any time passed

felt pain and these things leaning over her

grotesque that soon became a blur!

 

A noise made her jump and scream out loud

she was sitting in her car

on a side road as a train flashed by so close

dazed so very sore

looking around shaking and very scared

eyes blurry vision impaired!

 

Car engine was running what had happened

remembered object in the sky

every other thoughts seemed suppressed

clock indicated two-hours lost

since leaving the office where she worked

her phone rang her mood perked!

 

Her parents concerned she was not home

reassuring them she was fine

confused she anxiously drove slowly home

unable to remember the events

these would return to create real confusion

realising it was no dream or illusion!

 

That was the day the nightmare really began!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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Crashed!

His senses and vision were even better

even though he had aged

estimated three hundred earth years

since his craft had crashed

on this planet had to blend in or die

with a savage culture comply!

 

Near a mountain top in undergrowth

overtime had hidden his craft

such a long lonely existence he found

females but they withered

as he waited to contact his own race

from a distant planet in space!

 

Few visitors came to see him here

he was treated with suspicion

though he mastered their language

he felt no real bond with them

lived like a loner until he had urges

he was male with sexual surges!

 

Observing knew they were violent

a breed who he did not trust

now weary as they had advanced

rapidly with their technology

over such a short evolution span

since his exile still no plan!

 

His crafts equipment mostly destroyed

fears he could be detected

muted by the hope to find the means

of sending a signal home

a reluctant witness of man’s carnage

and unrelenting rage!

 

Now into the sixties watched landings

upon the earth’s only moon

it gave him the determination to try

cautiously gathered items

to make a transmitter to emit a signal

how long would be his vidual?

 

Unaware that he had drawn attention

the country’s secret service

had started watching his every move

he continued with excitement

using any viable components he found

hoping to hear a friendly sound!

 

Deep in thought and a finding meaning

to a long unwanted existence

turned on the newly constructed beacon

cried out with joy as it worked

he could only wait now in hope of success

had to leave this planet

but closing in was a military raiding team

would they shatter his dream?

 

The evening was approaching wet so cold

he could feel within himself

danger was coming knowing the sounds

around after such a long term

staring at the lit screen willing for a reply

here did not want to die!

 

His cabin was surrounded by armed men

also at that moment it happened

a beep blared from his crude made device

green flashing light and indicator

a faint sound also told him it was his race

his signal they were able to trace!

 

Heard the faint footsteps of somebody close

escaped through a tunnel

as the cabin was raided he headed away

with no intention to be caught

after living without detection for this long

could not let anything go wrong!

 

Reaching his ship set the self-destruction

peering into the skies could see

a speeding object heading to his location

this was the rescue ship

to take him home then hovered overhead

a beam shone his clothes shed!

 

Instantly elevated into the circular disk

and then the craft was gone

soldiers were upon the scene aimlessly

firing rapidly into vacant air

a huge explosion and fireball detonated

the area and men obliterated!

 

The alien was at last back with his own race

homeward in the vacuum of space!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

Trapped!

Though all around the voices were distant

in his own thoughts was trapped

that smile from his face had long gone

on him age had taken its toll

from hope to pessimism causing misery

realising he had become a visionary!

 

But he knew this was just the recollections

of the life he had once enjoyed

conversations now were only with himself

the ability to communicate lost

could only sit in the nursing home trapped

his life-force now sapped!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Touch

That touch of your soft skin as we embraced

was a sensation I had forgot

the connection of care and warmth thrilling

within my being fulfilling

it was a shock to realise I had become distant

my anger so consistent.

 

My relationships had always been a disaster

an emptiness had persisted

physically abused left to suffer on my own

hostility surrounded me

feeling worthless I soon lost all self-respect

believing I was a  reject!

 

Knowing that my body was what they wanted

no kindness or love given

until that chance meeting as I contemplated

thinking of my desperation

you were the good Samaritan showed the way

saw me as a person not prey!

 

Your touch and gentle words gave me hope

to start again able to cope.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Debt!

She sat with her bank statement and other bills

a mass of paper and debt

too easy spending using credit cards realising

after several years of denial

pressure from debt recovery firms increased

just wanting to be released.

 

Eviction from her home was almost  certain

yet still had the urge to spend

from a young age she never went without

brought up in a material way

never knowing hardship so grew to expect

with money came respect.

 

But those days went when her father died

and mother had a breakdown

committed to an institution and remained

leaving a young woman

totally unprepared for a harsh actuality

she to struggling with sanity!

 

Never making friends and the only child

the family home a trap

yet containing many happy memories

deepening the melancholy

beside her containers of different pills

some laying on the bills!

 

The doctor did not seem to understand

said take the medication

for a few weeks and return just a phase

was his not so wise words

leaving with her a dilemma unanswered

her desperation not heard!

 

In a daze took the tablets lonely confused

going into a deep sleep

the mobile rang loudly it seemed distant

as her worries began to fade

it became bright and there was her dad

to be with him again so glad!

 

Debt would not bother her any more!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

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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