Despised!-#TheFoureyedPoet.

Starving health poor they cowered

in the dirt and sewage

oppressed and desperate for mercy

that was never shown

makeshift tents the only protection

from blistering heat

and the merciless cold of the night

in an endless plight!

An enemy who despised their being

treated as subhuman

had nothing it had been destroyed

every move watched

as soldiers often raided their lives

condemned by society

yet their spirit and beliefs remained

even though contained!

Rights to their land were given away

in poverty did stay

hoping that sanity could be restored

the killings stopped

they were willing to share the land

finding a way to peace

there were to many with evil intent

their extermination hell-bent!

Can there ever be unity between humans?

 

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Strike Twelve!

Could hear a distant clock strike twelve midnight

it was now the new year of 2019

all around the explosions and colour of fireworks

she had drunk a lot but felt feisty

just slapped a friend who had become too familiar

it was an annual celebration

seeing in another year with all her school mates

reminiscing laughs and debates!

 

But this time a distinct uncomfortable atmosphere

had to get out of the noisy party

she found herself wondering dark country lanes

it was not frightening alone at first

until the fireworks had ended becoming so quiet

being a town dweller the countryside

was unfamiliar territory without a coat was cold

scared wanted somebody to hold!

 

She could hear strange noises and animals sounds

she guessed that was the explanation

had aimlessly wondered moving away from the party

unaware something nearby was stalking

the cold began to make her shiver clearing the mind

snow began to fall coming to a halt

turned to go back as a spider-like creature descended

from the trees feared her life had ended!

 

Instinct and adrenaline gave her strength and power

ran into a field visibility being near zero

tripping and scratching herself staying by the hedge

could sense it was following close by

how could it grow to such a huge size pondered

to scared dared not look behind

saw a light prayed it was where she had walked out

now filled with panic and doubt!

 

There was no sounds that had become so very loud

reached the garden wall climbed over

scraping both legs to escape the thing chasing her

in pain and bleeding got to the rear door

yes this was the place but now no drunken revelers

going inside the spider had caught up

Just managed to close it thought this thing contained

but a tentacle pierced her skull brain was drained!

 

Awoke shouting her boyfriend trying to calm her down

its alright C J another of those nightmares

never known you to have so many whats on your mind

settling down covered in sweat so real

shaking it off ignored his question but was concerned

having a cup of coffee got a text from a friend

inviting her to a New Years Eve party in the countryside

quickly accepting to her friend replied!

 

For a few moments shuddered thinking of that nightmare

just a coincidence no such thing as giant-spiders out there!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

Hoax!

The actor was so thrilled to be offered a part

uneasy that two suited men

told him he had to sign a binding contract

no disclosure or go to prison

realised there was no choice had to agree

but offered him a huge fee!

 

Pressurised signed was told to wait for a call

they would not disclose details

life put on hold regretting that offer of work

could not contact the agency

what had he committed to it blew his mind

wishing time he could rewind!

 

Several days later his house phone rang

a voice gave a short message

outside ten minutes apprehension grew

picked up his bag and waited

at precisely the time stated a van arrived

from then on freedom was deprived!

 

A side door shot open abruptly told to enter

once inside the vehicle sped away

within not alone three other men squatted

nobody spoke on that journey

what seemed like hours being thrown about

he was filled with fear and doubt!

 

At last it stopped they were greeted by a man

smartly dressed and well spoken

apologised for covert action and no information

found themselves in a large hangar

on one side changing rooms and catering truck

it dawned on him here they were stuck!

 

It was cold as they were shown to a large room

chairs were placed facing a screen

sitting the smart man went to the front lingered

until they were all quietly seated

explained he was the director of this project

with those present was about to connect!

 

From behind them armed guards now entered

please do not be alarmed he said

they are here for our protection and security

you have been chosen to participate

in a conspiracy that must never be exposed

the screen lit up the secret was disclosed!

 

Images of a barren landscape was displayed

this is the set built-in this hangar

here the moon surface has been recreated

because we are going to hoax

for the want of a better word the moon landing

with astronauts on surface standing!

 

This is the first meeting of our brave flight crew!

 

Just another conspiracy theory?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Petrified!

He awoke gasping for a breath of air

petrified at his dream

in the darkness suddenly felt panic

flicking on the light

calmed down but stayed perturbed

being very disturbed!

 

What had he dreamt of still unclear

why this growing panic

got up his chest tight was freezing

silly unable to understand

it was a nightmare it had gone now

to his own doubt would not bow!

 

Had a coffee to reflect and chill

even on the kitchen stool

had the urge to escape and run

but he was on his own here

in the top floor luxury apartment

his mind about to fragment!

 

In the dim light and rare silence

heard a noise close by

not feasible just himself was here

remembered the image

that had made him wake in dismay

she stood in the doorway!

 

He turned had it been a premonition

that same cold dead stare

a long bloody nightgown knife gripped

before he could make a gasp

his eyes saw the blade thrust down

in his own blood would drown!

 

This was the third time they were called

it was becoming a regular visit

each time a young male was found dead

yet no marks on the bodies

on autopsy heart attacks the conclusion

which caused confusion!

 

No history was given to the new tenant

as he happily moved in

very content at the very reasonable rent

would he to die within?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Cheating!

She had no indication that he was cheating

so in love with her handsome man

been happily together more than seven years

married for just over five pure bliss

sexual relations had not noticed problems

attentive as ever the good husband

to friends she described him as so perfect

infidelity certainly did not detect!

 

Even when her best friend made excuses

that coincided with his work

schedule that had never arisen before

a gut feeling came into play

did not want to believe these musings

that flooded her once clear mind

but unable to shake her agitations decided

by her instincts had to be guided!

 

Such an awkward moment confronted him

had known him all those years

but had she really or was it all just a big lie

how shocked he said innocently

always convincing with his puppy-dog smile

that always melted her heart

began to feel guilt ridden for having doubt

to think he had put himself about!

 

Their first major row did not end well that night

he had gone to work early

so never saw him at breakfast received a call

her friend wanted to come around

sensed she had something needed to discuss

both sat nervously eye contact poor

when a guilty conscience could not hide the lie

no longer could the affair deny!

 

Her one true love had cheated living a deception

from that day knew the marriage

was over when he came home told him to leave

refused to admit he had an affair

but left quietly forever to regret losing her love

she to finished with her closes friend

three lives that changed time could not replay

each went their separate way!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Encounter!

It was a compulsive sensation why I entered

that dingy little back street shop

a bell tinkled on opening the door so quaint

a thick atmosphere greeted me

filled with images of witch craft and magic

even down to a broomstick!

 

Unusual smells herbs and a pungent odour

nobody was there serving

but a faint red light was just visible to me

through a long string blind

a voice called out so faint gentle and sweet

this person I had to meet!

 

What had drawn me here to this odd vicinity

was as yet unanswered

again the voice called asking me to come back

into a room in the rear

there an attractive woman sat in the dim light

crystal ball on table an odd sight!

 

Politely asked me to sit it was an eerie feeling

told me she had been waiting

knew that I would call in at this very moment

she had to tell my fortune

as there was danger waiting for me this night

my existence was in plight!

 

Just wanted to get up and run from the encounter

yet intrigued to know more

dressed like a gypsy was beautiful but beguiling

listening as she spoke

looking at me through dark empty piercing eyes

she began truth or twisted lies?

 

Said I had come to visit a dead relatives house

met the house keeper

her daughter with whom had become friends

but  just wanted the money

left to me in her will that had not yet been read

thinking they deserved it instead!

 

But it went deeper being the base of a demonic cult

an evil entity to me had attached

listening doubting every word that she was saying

but becoming aware of a presence

behind me felt somebody was touching my back

as if being entering energy lacked!

 

She could see my expression change and knew

it’s here with you right now

objects in the room began to shake and fall

this is a powerful demon attached

for the moment only a temporary suppression

felt the rising oppression!

 

Had the strong urge to attack her right then

but she told me to drink

a liquid she had prepared I drank it down

the last memory spoken words

some hours later opened my eyes in a chair

trapped like an animal in a snare!

 

In the half-light saw a dark shape watching

the woman approached

stood in front of me said there is no choice

your violence was contained

your exorcism would begin to cast it out

you survival there is doubt!

 

So this is the dreadful point that I have reached

all my hopes could soon be gone

the old priest came near rage within rising

my body shook uncontrollably

the task began from this evil could I be freed

praying it would succeed!

 

The Foureyed Poet.