Vocation!

She was young yet acting so tough

seemed older than her years

rich beyond most people’s dreams

was alone in a wild vocation

not the usual burden a teen faces

but with gusto embraces!

 

On social media confronting the foe

much pressure on her shoulders

already enemies looming into focus

wanting to be with the money

leaches adding to the burden of fame

if she flops wont take the blame!

 

That exterior has shades of maturity

family support and protection

voice of an angel a wisp of devilment

sixteen she has that presence

an innocent aura that will never fade

on a pinnacle erect or parade!

 

She stands out from the other clones

still vultures circle to pick the bones!

 

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Waved!

From the passenger deck the family waved

excitedly to their relatives

tears flowing on the dockside far below

their journey about to begin

a hard decision leaving so many behind

already for them pined.

 

Before long pulled away the course was set

the old country disappeared

soon over the horizon and picking up speed

as the temperature dropped

heading towards the freezing north Atlantic

aboard the luxury liner Titanic!

 

The parents full of optimism for their futures

an adventure set in motion

like hundreds aboard this magnificent ship

beginning its maiden voyage

but as life often is an unpredictable gamble

not always a pleasant amble.

 

While trying to settle their excited children

for at least a few hours sleep

high above upon an observation platform

lookouts through binoculars

saw large icebergs as they passed at speed

not slowing onward did proceed!

 

Unaware of  any risks passengers were relaxed

happy and confident it was safe

being told the ship was an unsinkable vessel

and their destination guaranteed!

suddenly there was a slight judder from below

a vibration that began to grow.

 

The clock on the wall in the upper deck cabin

clearly read twenty-three forty

their instincts told them something was wrong

a frantic knock on the door

and a stewards cry get to your lifeboat station

giving no further explanation!

 

A child each grasped tightly in their aching arms

found themselves in the crush

of panic-stricken passengers equally confused

scrabbling to reach the lifeboats

only to discover not enough had been provided

and families were divided!

 

Women and children the priority caused mayhem

fathers were left on the decks

elderly couples not wanting to be separated stayed

some single men tried to get in

being launched half full others tipped up in the sea

many jumped into to be free!

 

As it sank no rescue ships were within the vicinity

the happy couple were parted

the two children cried as they were being lowered

down onto the cruel icy sea

now it was their own father staring with a disbelief

waving trying to hide his grief!

 

Mother and children eventually were rescued

and reached their destination

but returned home their dream now shattered

never to see their father again

nor a young wife to see here beloved husband

without him now they would stand!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

The Basement!

Excitement filled the car a new adventure

the family had moved.

Through dad’s job they had to relocate

it was very short notice.

The company organised a house to rent

they were really content.

 

Their own furniture had been put in storage

except for personal items.

Mid afternoon drove onto the long drive

of the single storey property.

Yet each experienced an ominous feeling

it didn’t seem appealing!

 

As they stopped their pet terrier began to bark

reluctant to get out of the car!

None of them were keen to actually get inside

but mum and dad led the way.

They immediately noticed the pungent smell

making them feel unwell.

 

Luxurious  but had an oppressive atmosphere

their dog reluctantly went in.

And headed straight towards the large kitchen

sitting by the basement door!

With suspicious eyes saw a ball rolling his way

he certainly didn’t want to play!

 

Though locked it had suddenly opened on its own

making him snarl in fear.

The daughter was drawn to the basement entrance

hearing a childs voice

As a mist hovered and slid down the wooden stairs

just as they entered in pairs.

 

Then her parents and brother said they’d heard it to

unnerved turned to each other.

As all the family slowly went down into the basement

the door closed and bolted!

Their dog Mace backed away barking and cowered

this adventure now soured!

 

Unable to open it had no way to go but down

finding a light switch flicked it on.

The odour was very strong to their dismay

a decomposed body lay.

Running back up the steep stairs they heard barking

and the door being unbolted.

 

The light was exhilarating as they ran onto the drive

passed the surprised rescuer.

The dogs loud pitiful whaling had brought him here

something was wrong it was clear!

The house was soon sealed off as a search revealed

a family slaughtered in the basement.

 

They had been there for some months undiscovered

nobody knew who they were!

Mace and his masters family found somewhere new

deeply effected by the experience

And the search for the killer was put into operation

spreading to the whole nation.

 

Unable to explain the ghostly images encountered

and the dogs unusual behaviour.

They couldn’t forget the day that started so happily

ending in a horrific way!

The dreadful images forever haunting their dreams

nobody was ever caught it seems!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Dreams

How real a dream can be

when your mind has no limits

a spirit wandering free

with no human laws to bar you

paradise and exotic places

where you can find happiness

without fear of reprisal

pleasant dreams to nightmares

time and space ours at last

the physical body now resting

travel to the future or past

be in a blockbuster the big hero

or the villian even a Pop star

limitless imagination to explore

what we see is for us alone

personal dreams only we own.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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