Calm!

Calm the fields a deep green sky light blue

a day to be content on a troubled earth

no signs of the carnage turmoil or despair

prices still high roads at bursting point

but there was an order in all this chaos

when on a main road a large sinkhole

took the road tarmac down into a deep pit

and the bedrock with a roar did split!

 

There had been no warnings of the collapse

as traffic past the gaping hole consumed

every vehicles within its merciless vicinity

those behind braked hard so did not drop

next to the road a river also meandered

soon was part of the ever-expanding cavern

those there who witnessed it felt damned

plunging into the void certainly not planned!

 

Flesh and metal fused in acts unscheduled

some not so deep rescue was accomplished

as over earths surface it began to implode

deep beneath the oceans sink holes formed

sea levels dropped not as predicted to rise

these revelations not broadcast on any news

as the unprecedented disasters on us befell

as mind control kept the masses in a spell!

 

So much going on to hide the real agenda

most gripped in the battle for survival

none could see the reality as skies collided

with the crumbling and fragile terra firma

as talk for the search of a new planet grew

the landscape becoming unstable deformed

with the population forever growing restless

for gods guidance few now could careless!

 

A reflection on our spiritual and physical existence

or just another crazy conspiracy theory?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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Simply!

The bottle simply fell off the high shelf

as the barmaid poured a drink

this was in the lounge bar of a hotel

grade one listed building

with a history of phenomena reported

and stories of love thwarted!

 

Much had been proved to be natural

sounds created by the wood

creaking expanding and contracting

drafts from old windows

letting cold air chill the weary visitor

who had not been here before!

 

To those staff who had been here awhile

they had got more use to it

though parts of the hotel were off limit

they were scared to enter

shadows and sensations of dread within

tested their professional discipline!

 

An ancient coaching inn with a dark past

extended over the centuries

main route to London saw highwaymen

regularly robbing stage coaches

villains often hanged passengers killed

to those near the bones it chilled!

 

Items thrown or going missing routine

but the recording was proof

an entity roamed the bars and corridors

blurry but it looked like a female

in flowing dress came into view gliding

for them the proof providing!

 

Also seen in the upper bedrooms area

others had said they had seen

bodies hanging from a gnarled oak tree

in the cobbled courtyard

so many hidden secrets still to be told

gruesome terrors to behold!

 

The inn drew the curios and series investigator

amateur and professional facilitator!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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