Impulse!

It was on impulse he stopped he thought

this thundery night as the rain fell

in a blinding lightning flash was certain

something was standing ahead

that moment of dread overwhelmed him

certain this was no imaginary whim!

 

Had only one pint with a meal an hour ago

was feeling fine until now

decided to drive on the car would not start

then all the electrics failed

now really scared he just watched the storm

another flash closer a shape did form!

 

It looked like a woman in a white nightgown

long straggly dark hair

soaked the head bowed standing in the road

thinking she was distressed

yet that gut instinct was telling him to stop

this was but a false backdrop!

 

Another loud thunder-clap and bright flash

now stood close to the bonnet

head was raised exposing a grotesque face

skeletal in its appearance

at this shocking image there was no escape

what really was the monstrous shape?

 

Frenzy overwhelmed him he was trapped

pulling at the door handle

until his hands bled he started to go mad

another flash nothing was there

until he sensed movement from behind

for his fate was resigned!

 

With an almighty clap of thunder he knew

it was with him in the car

nobody heard his muffled pitiful screams

as beside him the thing sat

his heart and mind could take it no more

as the rain outside did pour!

 

As daylight broke the storm had abated

a passing farmer found him

lights and engine running on the roadway

glancing in saw the expression

of terror slumped pale staring wide-eyed

he was all alone inside!

 

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Scarecrow Like Images!

The elite army unit cautiously entered the ruined town

after days of bombardment

followed by small arms fire being wary of snipers

now had to try and make it safe

also with the risk of hidden bombs trod carefully

and ever-present insurgency!

 

From the moment they were in the destruction sector

tension overwhelmed them

from windows and doorways there they all stood

staring but when approached

these scarecrow like images were never there

of anything living was bare!

 

Each step further within the centre was a torment

feeling enclosed with death

acrid smoke replaced the air in their choking lungs

getting harder to breathe

stumbling on seeing the dark scarecrows waiting

as if the soldiers baiting!

 

From the corner of their eyes shapes made them turn

and fire erratically at nothing

they longed for this ground search to be concluded

as the emotions were unfamiliar

deep thoughts ravaged their minds making them pound

no rest here would be found!

 

This fear not only for the dead but the restless souls

as if all those who they had killed

were back to claim their lives sending them to purgatory

they had split into two groups

reunited in the square satisfied all was clear until a thud

then saw the patch of blood!

 

Diving for cover for one too late passed through his heart

even more figures congregated

the sniper spotted by a small piece of falling masonry

quickly taken out now had to leave

retreating along the same route without more men lost

knowing a line was crossed!

 

Every step being pursued by the scarecrow phantoms

even at the retrieval point

now ringed into a tight formation back to back stood

as more surrounded them

thinking they were doomed heard the chopper drone

to rescue them from the unknown!

 

The dust swirled as it descended then touched down

scrambling towards their escape

survivors and dead mate fatigued ran at the shapes

evaporating as they charged through

left traumatized reached the craft and jumped on

from here had to be gone!

 

Rising up high saw the scarecrows massing staring up

relief made the tears fall

cheering loudly had safely left the horror far behind

it was short lived as by the door

from nowhere arose what taunted them on the ground

even in the air the soldiers found!

 

Back at headquarters realised the mission a failure!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Fulfillment Or Failure?

Is every breathing second filled with happiness

decisions we made brought us fulfillment

good fortune love and an orderly disposition

or memories relate a different outlook

where there is no passion and we have failed

and a life that is totally derailed!

 

How will mankind’s reign one day be defined

of his cruelty and earths destruction

rage and violence deeds against his own race

absolutely no concern for life itself

will anybody remain to record the final debris

doubtful to zero possibility!

 

The time of man’s existence is but a single blink

can it be written as fulfillment

or massive failure draining the earth resources

as a race who never respected

the environment it relied on or those created

each through greed decimated!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Ninth!

The eight soldiers entered the helicopter

destined for a covert mission

leaving base silently  in the early hours

for a mission into enemy terrain

an experienced battle hardened team

regarded in high esteem!

 

With no indication anything was wrong

yet each soldier had anxiety

that they would never openly display

their emotions had  to control

the signal came nearing dropping zone

now entering the unknown!

 

As they slid quickly down the long ropes

there was a ninth shape

that dropped with them onto the sand

following the group into action

and to buildings on the town periphery

the beginning of the mystery!

 

They were tense the adrenaline pumping

their mission to extract

two recently captured special forces officers

from a terrorist compound

a dangerous task yet they were distracted

that with them it interacted!

 

As the team edged nearer they spread out

to cover each others position

two were snipers who were here to eliminate

any guards on their way

drawing near distinct footsteps came close

made them feel tense and morose!

 

Unable to speak being in the danger zone

now the outline of the soldier

could be seen who was the uninvited guest

now far too late to abort

the window of opportunity was so very fine

into action went the nine!

 

Through winding alleyways  stealthily ran

night vision guiding their progress

until the target came into view they halted

each trying hard to focus

sensing the entity hovering in the shadows

the concentration narrows!

 

With the men in their positions the order is given

and they enter the compound

stun grenades deployed any opposition silenced

aiming for the specific rooms

only to find the men were nowhere to be seen

a situation not foreseen!

 

Trying to exit quickly gunfire held them back

realising it was a preplanned trap

split in two groups unsure of the opposition

heard voices and more gun fire

moving slowly forward came into the open air

as the ninth soldier stood there!

 

Waving his hand as if wanting them to follow

the four glanced at each other

out into the alleyways once more scurried

certainly not their planned route

firing could be heard close by as they united

eight commando delighted!

 

Following the ninth unknown member to safety

soon on the open ground

stood in a circle thanking god they were all safe

disappointed the mission failed

thoughts turned to the guardian showing the way

from that deadly fray!

 

On cue the helicopter dropped from the dark sky

and they got on board waiting

from the shadows the outline of the ninth soldier

seemed to jump on with the team

yet nobody was seen but each knew he was there

their comrade felt no fear!

 

Even from beyond the grave the soldier’s spirit stayed

to guide his living compatriots

forever on the battle lines ready to give his support

on landing none would tell

of the soldier that certainly helped them to survive

who would believe a ghost kept them alive!

 

Who the ninth spirit was never did get discovered!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Chemistry!

Over their childhood years the two teenagers

lived close to each other

there was a chemistry but neither spoke

or communicated feelings

wrapped up in their harsh every day living

a love yet for them to be giving.

 

Each drawn into a nations annual contest

where two from each tribe

chosen to fight until only one would stand

with twenty-two others united

once chaste teenagers are now prepared

trained to kill no mercy spared!

 

Televised live for all to share in the gore

and excitement of the hunt

manipulated by the governing council

the young die in their plan

profit in the end rules the young lives

as the greedy contrives!

 

No regrets for those lost during the spectacle

paramount morals long gone

forging the most savage means of death

is encouraged for excitement

and to thrill the prying mass audience

making the hunt more intense!

 

Once placed onto the field of their combat

the two came to face each other

no longer secret admirers but enemies

who would must kill or be killed

during the brutal pursuit became a team

not part of the organisers scheme!

 

They saved each other from instant death

the watching public increased

the host decided to change the rules himself

as the love story unfolded

increasing the obstacles to raise risk factor

raising audiences to shout for more!

 

Nearly at their destination beasts are released

eager to rip them apart

both just making it to a safe  high vantage point

one more contestant attacks

the engineered fairytale ending nearly derailed

but between them the assailant failed!

 

Slipping off safe ground into the creatures jaws

they quickly made their escape

off the field of battle to a spot then picked up

by helicopter back to the city

where both were greeted as heroes of the hour

feeling the influence and power!

 

The euphoria would be short only one must live

the host who made the decision

was found dead and the hunt for these teenagers

would soon make them run

either of the victors it was decreed must perish

the organisers sentiment did not cherish!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Morgue!

It seemed an inexplicable place even for the dead!

 

Grave yard shift was never the favourite to get

even to the senior technician

he could easily recall many strange events

but on this particular shift

it would change his conception of reality

that none could foresee!

 

The only morgue in the small state county

based in the town hospital

always busy yet this night unusually quiet

then a telephone message

telling them a corpse was to be delivered

for some reason both shivered!

 

Just two on duty upon this dreaded shift

and five silent guests

one lay under a white sheet for an autopsy

early the coming morn

the new arrival would upset the ambience

the pressure becoming intense!

 

Around mid night the swing doors burst open

their new guest wheeled in

quickly placed in the allotted storage fridge

awaiting the duty pathologist

no details given even the paper work lacking

unanswered questions stacking!

 

That oppressive awareness began to mutate

retreating to the rest room

for a well-earned break at the mid night hour

soon a tapping sound heard

reverberating like a drum through corridors

their conversation on pause!

 

It stopped for a while then started once more

like a fist knocking on a door

reluctantly decided to investigate the source

as the noise wearily persisted

both re-entered the dimly lit autopsy room

they glared into the gloom!

 

Just as it went quiet again standing shaking

nothing looked disturbed

relieved turned there was a very loud bang

ran to the doorway before

daring to see it was the fridge open wide

the one with the body inside!

 

Neither of them wanting to move nearer

but were curious to view

even in the blue-tinted night lighting

could see the tray empty

on the tiled floor the abandoned body bag

along with the name tag!

 

Where had it gone more knocking began

it was definitely in front

uncertain of what was actually happening

headed for the only exit

could not escape their door passes failed

within their work place jailed!

 

Plunged into darkness something approached

as the emergency lighting

came on they were confronted by a woman

in her chest a gaping wound

how could she be alive the last words expelled

as to the ground were felled!

 

One managed badly wounded to crawl away

hitting the fire alarm button

waking in the casualty unit shaken in pain

but certain he was still alive

chaos surrounded him and he knew why

the thing that could not die!

 

It had escaped what had been unleashed on society

He suddenly began to feel unwell!

 

The Fouretyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

Moon!

In an observatory the telescope was pointed

to view earth’s moon

objects were seen coming from the dark side

like flashes of intense light

each seemed to arc towards our small planet

how could this threat be met?

 

Alarmed at these unexplained close sightings

contacting other observatories

who had also seen the busy UFO activity

what could they do

panic spread in the scientific community

what could the phenomena be?

 

Fearful this could be the awaited invasion

a prediction widely held

not just amongst the general population

but also major nations

who in public denied aliens really existed

just imagination they insisted!

 

The moon was so near they nervously gazed

each agency could only wait

hours passed turning into many weeks

yet nothing came into range

these craft were still coming and going

as the tension was growing!

 

Space telescopes and spy tracking satellites

came up totally blank

this was no comfort without clear answers

a threat it could leak

reporters sensed a major crisis being muted

any information polluted!

 

But as the media began to realise the danger

events rapidly took over

security communication systems failed

a silent enemy approached

a defence friend could be quiet no more

telling me the score!

 

Sitting in a deep bunker with the privileged few

as an overwhelming enemy

had attacked the population without warning

and now control earth

sadness filled my heart at this dark hour

as now here I cower!

 

There is a resistant force have just been told

but the aliens are ruthless

my intention is to try and make contact soon

to link up with them

this is my planet to we cannot let them win

my journey will soon begin!

 

Hope my messages somehow will get heard

let me be your link

giving any intelligence that can be released

to keep you informed

my pray’s go to the resistance force out there

please take care!

 

Must sign off for now as the airwaves are monitored!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Two Lights!

High in the sky two lights flickered on and off

drawing my attention.

Clear and dark not a sound could I hear

fixed on watching.

This display to fast for planes yet controlled

what was about to unfold?

 

The silence of the night near the stone circle

in a small Wiltshire village.

Driving away that sense of being followed

just wouldn’t leave me.

A few miles on the car came to a gentle rest

on a hillside crest!

 

Two lights coming directly at my vision

the cars electrics failed!

It was as if this was an aliens flight path

would I be abducted?

Prepared for the worst shutting my eyes

then looking clear skies!

 

No signs of any lights except for the stars

greeted my starring gaze.

The car started and lit up scared I went home

arriving calmly got out!

Heard countless stories of what many had seen

belief where doubt had been!

 

There is more going on than we are told!

 

The Foureyed Poet.