Shelter!

The shelter bleak empty and vandalised

was a familiar sight each day

attracting many odd characters to hover

like flies around dog poo

a base for the youngsters to plan trouble

not such an angelic hubble!

 

Glass replaced with plastic this to shattered

now left to decay with rubbish

intimate moments it was for many a haven

where characters gathered

weed smoked drugs to often exchanged

also dodgy business arranged!

 

If it could speak interesting tales could tell

the shelter also a landmark

for years the law just turned a blind eye

but when the object was found

the gatherings abruptly curtailed evermore

so revitalised the folklore!

 

The glowing rock just appeared from the sky

making a big hole causing a fire

this stopped the regulars from going to close

some were curious so approached

instantly incinerated as the rest dispersed

but everybody was coerced!

 

Unmarked vehicles and helicopters arrived

they were all rounded up

efficiently loaded on to trucks and removed

an airtight box was placed nearby

two robots carefully placed the object within

a major clean up did begin!

 

Being the only witness just escaping their grasp

watched and took photos as proof

thought I had escaped unnoticed but they knew

now on the run in fear of dying

the newspaper editor read with amazement

contents of an envelope to him sent!

 

At that time had no idea of the fatal ramification

soon realised it would lead to our damnation!

 

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Consciousness!

The stench of death made him wretch he cried

amongst the dead rifle in hand

at his feet an enemy soldier he had just slain

with gaping stomach wounds

the battle was over the enemy had retreated

for now they had been defeated!

 

Weary with the horrors of this endless combat

ordered to return to base

he walked with stealth back to the transport

no words spoken to his comrades

overhead helicopter gunships flew very low

the adrenaline within did still flow!

 

As the dust made them splutter and cough

the soldier became mindful

of a bright orb following the military convoy

night had fallen as they arrived

disembarking near to their barrack block

of the day began to take stock!

 

For he could not forget his actions that day

after midnight could not sleep

had the urge to go outside for some night air

soon noticing the glowing sky

compelled to move closer to this angelic core

the serenity so wanted more!

 

Venturing to a far corner of the desert camp

no guards were to be seen

sank to his knees feeling a glorious presence

the brightness consumed him

then amazing singing filled his consciousness

with this his whole being it did caress!

 

Any dark thoughts were now lost in the vision

there before him he saw

a glowing figure to him was certain it was God

though not being of any religion

his connection with killing was finished forever

and ties to the army had to sever!

 

 

Dark again but knew he had received absolution

for him this was his chance for restitution

overwhelmed certain he had truly been blessed

in the name of peace must help the oppressed!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Glowing!

Saw a bright object over a distant hillside

as the sun was setting on a warm evening

darkness was closing in slow motion

a few hang gliders had their final flights

the craft seemed to come from nowhere

stationery then it was not there!

 

Staring at nothing as the light blinked out

thinking it was a trick of my vision

but it reappeared once more on the hill

at speed putting on an aerial display

suddenly dark helicopters came into view

pursuing the object that split in two!

 

Intrigued had to get closer did not care

just as the object sped in my direction

followed by these military type aircraft

buzzing me as if to give a warning

then the glow blended back into one

and its show was now done!

 

Becoming bright red went out like a candle

the unmarked choppers this could not handle

hovered for a few seconds then flew away

me awe-struck but what part did they play?

 

What had I witnessed that warm night!

 

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Village!

High on the lonely yorkshire moorland

the village set was built

a long way from their main city studio

an imaginary society

had the feel of a real existing location

not a television creation!

 

When not in use an unsettling stillness

filled the fresh moving air

unseen activity as if life was going on

faint constant whispers

cast and crew aware of a muted sound

their subconscious did hound!

 

Amongst the farm animals beasts roamed

hypnotic glowing red eyes

savage snarling devil dog’s fangs exposed

wandering on the village edge

always in the shadows rarely are they seen

their very presence obscene!

 

Security patrolled quietly as filming proceeded

as reality and fantasy mingled

unaware of the other dimensions interacting

the crew huddled observing

actors becoming familiar characters on action

creating believable interaction!

 

Moments when an image mist or a shadow

that was not within the script

added to the mystique of an enchanting take

that the cameraman or director

could not grasp in the pressure of the shoot

when the schedule was acute!

 

But maybe the fears of any ghostly presence

is not always something to dread

this is just the mingling of nature’s elements

that should be embraced

there undisturbed since the earth was formed

before man the planet swarmed!

 

Do those who venture to this moorland oasis

need to fear the ghosts and spirits

blend and tease those gathered in the village

passing in and around their bodies

everyone prepares for another take to begin

feeling a slight tingle on the skin!

 

The anticipation of the moment is absorbed

as the pressures of a schedule

has blocked any fears of the village ambience

in a vast open landscape

paranormal discoveries remain imagination

with a disconcerting agitation!

 

In the village the filming goes on!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Bizarre!

He could see the birds in the distance

flying and landing

surprised at the number gathered

far more than usual

also an odd glowing cloud hovered

at first was not bothered!

 

Had come to the park near the sea

as he did every morning

but had never witnessed anything

so mesmerizing and bizarre

he was going towards it the sound

so loud his ears did pound!

 

Now in the cloud was able to see

dark shapes swooping

the pain as they attacked pecking

other forms approached

he began to run his arms flaying

here did not intend staying!

 

Exhausted his energy was drained

it was clear yet still

high above the birds made it dark

injured could only lay

through closing eyes the birds left

his body was bereft!

 

There was not a  sign of any birds

the sky was pure

he was found on the beach below

the high crumbling cliff

covered in lesions nothing broken

he unable to be woken!

 

An urban legend was born!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Tattoo!

She seemed a kind attractive young woman

joined his firm as a secretary

at first they just acknowledged each other

progressing to short chats

later he could not help flirting she was nice

but he would pay the price!

 

Had noticed the unusual tattoo on her arm

that was what caught his eye

the design looked similar to hieroglyphics

like Egyptian symbols he had seen

commenting on it one day she gave no reply

changing the subject wondered why!

 

After that their conversations were no more

but his interest was alerted

a gut feeling grew there was a hidden agenda

from the early attraction

her presence now began to fill him with unease

his curiosity had to appease!

 

Soon there were reports of bodies being found

shrivelled as if the life force drained

staff from his office block were not turning up

it was down in the basement

several were his friends long time co-workers

they were said to be murders!

 

Sensing this woman must have a connection

dare he think it possible

this young attractive female was the culprit

nobody would believe him

if this theory was put forward to the police

his search had to increase!

 

No expert in being inconspicuous he watched

trying not to be obvious

though easy to look at such a mesmerizing lady

he felt the pangs of fear

yet it began to feel there was a sexual desire

so strong started to perspire!

 

The more he tried to follow her movements

the magnetism grew stronger

suddenly from ignoring him she again smiled

his eyes hypnotised by the tattoo

that even from a distance seemed to come alive

his urges going into overdrive!

 

Had to go over and speak as though compelled

it was so strong the passion

she sat looking at him emotions hard to control

telling her she was beautiful

really embarrassed not normally so forth right

showing her thigh a thrilling sight!

 

Though awake was unable constrain his body

as now through a quiet office

found himself compelled to walk with her

aroused by the perfect image

and the incredibly intoxicating smell of scent

on having pleasure was bent!

 

Entering the lift was totally under her spell

but he had a strong will

the basement was reached she helped him

felt weak yet began to realise

as the pattern of events began to unfold

she started to become really old!

 

Guiding him rapidly to a furnished store-room

on entering came in for a kiss

but he had the strength to pull away and fell

she was on top of him now ugly

loose hanging skin grey hair and rotting teeth

trying kiss as he glared beneath!

 

Pushed this monster away saw a fire extinguisher

stood against a near wall

as she came into to hold his head just grabbed it

swung it at the shrivelling face

the once beautiful woman now reeled back

had it been a successful attack!

 

Making an awful shriek with outstretched arms

then dissolved into nothing

just gunge filled clothing left on the floor

struggling to regain his senses

got out determined to never return to here

walking away his mind more clear!

 

Completely certain it was a just an isolated case

but even as he planned

a new future far from this part of the country

a security guard had found

the mess and clothing on his routine walk round

never heard the faint sound!

 

In the corner a small statue started glowing

and a shape began growing!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Red Rose

In my garden the red rose has been growing

long before I arrived here

it has become like a beacon of hope glowing

that forever is showing

the will to survive whatever hardships faced

since in the earth placed!

 

When in bloom the deep red petals enthrall

my belief in life transcends

what a magnificent flower there firm and tall

the message of hope it sends

an ability to take anything and bounce back

a hardiness we often lack!

 

Through all weathers children pets and time

seeming to die and resurrect

withers bursting back into bloom so sublime

watching the phases connect

like an eye on civilisation there before me

humbly in awe I look at thee!

 

The Red Rose is there for everybody to see.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Sea Fog!

The fog over the sea was unusually dense

to the locals in the small village

that lay on the coast it was ominous

this was no natural sea fog

stories handed down told of a terrible past

of a curse on the people cast!

 

That every twenty-five years came the fog

dense and glowing it would come

when the villagers went in they vanished

as something within took them away

once more a reality not a story being told

there came a breeze so cold!

 

Two hundred families lived in the community

fishermen and their families

the same number for five hundred centuries

they were the trapped ancestors

silently villagers culled in the glowing fog

no sound not even a barking dog!

 

The legend was of the long dead coming back

in the red glowing sea fog

because of what the village ancestors had done

wrecking a ship on the rocks

to plunder and kill those still alive on board

through greed take away the hoard!

 

The few who survived swore they would return

every century to get their revenge

for all the innocent souls taken that evil night

the village was forever cursed

this was the anniversary the fifteenth of December

when this generation would remember!

 

The priest of the little church upon the steep hill

a descendant of the wreckers leader

who was the one that had researched the truth

knowing that under the wooden floor

still lay most of the stolen sailing ships haul

they would return until they had it all!

 

In the fog the long dead walked once more

anybody they met would die

but if you stayed in and ignored the knock

for them they would be well

those who opened the door would perish

no more life to cherish!

 

Alone in the old church the fog for him came

he knew what it wanted

grotesque figures trying to get in his domain

the house of his god

there the priest prepared for his passage to hell

defiantly he rang the brass bell!

 

The sea fog entered as a sword cut him down

at the time the ship hit the rocks

then slowly receded back out to the deep-sea

the bell silent the priest had been taken

for now satisfied their curse was partly fulfilled

treasure not retrieved but the priest killed!

 

The village mourned those who had gone

life there once more carried on!

 

The wife of the priest gave birth to a son!

 

The Foureyed Poet.