Green Hills!

From the top of those steep sloping green hills

they sat relaxed on horseback to marvel

in awe at the natural beauty of unspoilt land

uncorrupted by the destruction of progress

taking away the virginity of the landscape

where creatures safely interacted unharmed

by callous hands in pursuit of their immoral gain

the countryside balance they did not retain!

 

With no tall grotesque buildings to sully the view

nor chimneys from factories regularly

spewing more deadly toxins to choke our lungs

above air clear from human impregnation

from more suspected elements of depopulation

weather harsh but the seasons defined

there before pollution and technology encased

our lives and the nightmare future to face!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

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Before Him!

Before him the road gave way leaving a deep hole

swerving just in time hit the verge

but as he thanked God for his mercy that day

saw the sky light up like a search light

getting out could feel the heat as objects fell

noise hurt his ears as it began to roar

like bombs exploded around where he cowered

fiery meteors from the heavens showered!

 

Not of mankind’s evil and psychotic mind or hands

but an unlimited wrath of the gods

where those who had perpetrated death and carnage

would face the same fate as the innocent

no escape for any living creature as the purge began

before him the earth and sky became one

as no longer could be seen familiar stars nor the sun

as this society’s time it seems was done!

 

Before him witnessed the end yet he knew the rebirth

would come upon the scorched ancient earth!

 

Am I but a story-teller of truth or just of fantasy?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Hand In Hand!

Held hands bewildered at what surrounded them

shocked covered in thick dust

could only hold on to each other both survived

the huge blast that killed so many

children that did not understand such carnage

or how adults had such rage!

 

In their short lives had only ever known destruction

warfare that took families forever

born into the putrid odours of death cries of anguish

that never ending wail of mourning

funerals and standing by grave sides of  loved ones

and choking smoke filling their lungs!

 

Now they were alone their home and parents murdered

as a missile struck their only sanctuary

while both outside the explosion shattered many lives

parents and grandparents a brother to

lost evermorer being so young just could not understand

as together stood hand in hand!

 

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No!

Where have they gone those days of fun

to be out with the family in the sun

simple times no television families talking

then no fear of monsters stalking

all together each Sunday for dinner and tea

that filled everybody with glee!

 

No expectations or need for material wealth

or trips to the gym for your health

plenty of plain food and that afternoon walk

happy then to simply sit and talk

computer games and smart phones yet to be

both hands and thoughts free!

 

Countryside unspoilt with no motorway blight

or endless buildings to block the sight

any news was not broadcast twenty four seven

holidays not abroad but sunny Devon!

but even then warnings of world destruction

were not broadcast like a film production!

 

Cannot deny it was far from a perfect society

far from that hope of propriety

to me seemed more contained not in your face

life was at a far slower pace

enjoyment was more simple the pressure less

no buzz word then known as stress!

 

But every decade has its ample recollections

filled with countless imperfections

catastrophes that shape the course of history

distressing cases that remain a mystery

so each new dawn we face a fresh blank day

to see if our lives continue to replay!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Excitement!

No doubt about it the cars were fantastic

sitting on different seats

though could never afford to buy them

but enjoyed the dream

often going into car dealers for a look

always with excitement shook.

 

On this one occasion actually spotted

an older car on display

gleaming in original pristine condition

the assistants were busy

which enabled him to saunter unseen

to savour he was keen.

 

Large and expensive thick leather seats

had a feeling of wealth

getting in imagining himself driving it

closing the door snugly

settled into his world of make-believe

he started to perceive!

 

Gradually realised he was not on his own

there was a person next him

reluctantly had to turn his head curious

never heard anybody get in

a very attractive young woman sat there

of him did no seem aware!

 

She was facing him terror etched on her face

yet he could hear no sound

her eyes wide and shouting backing away

who was she seeing in his seat

just two hands appeared around her throat

hard keeping his sanity afloat!

 

Panicking himself tried pulling the door handle

it was locked he was trapped

she looked real now thrashing about by him

he did not know what to do

then she was gone he smelt a sweet perfume

helplessly it felt like a tomb!

 

The radio came on blaring out an old song

desperate banged on the glass

shouting as loud as he could a girl ran over

calling to her mum to come

he was certainly embarrassed when she did

opening the door he felt stupid!

 

Got out thanking her and headed for the exit

had to look once more at the car

it did not happen he mumbled as a suited man

was rapidly coming in his direction

all the excitement had gone from his visit here

it had scared him that was clear!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Terraced Property!

She had just moved into her own house

a small terraced property.

Just within budget a place to herself

an old lady had lived here.

Being in a poor condition a lot to be done

but she’d decorate that was fun.

 

She had never stayed here alone before

mum and dad were always about.

With no history of the old ladies demise

only she’d passed in here.

A friend was intending to move in soon

on the Saturday afternoon.

 

Now she was absolutely the only one here

not bothering her at first.

Began to feel tired and headed up to bed

halted at the base of the stairs.

Thought she saw movement on the landing

ignored it as a misunderstanding.

 

Got into her new bed but thought it colder

settling down to rest.

Drifted into a peaceful and deep slumber

having to work the next day.

Exhausted taking  seconds to fall asleep

no need to count sheep.

 

Her resting phase lasted just a short while

awoken by a touch on her back.

Like ice-cold hands firmly pushing her

to the edge of the bed!

Turning on the light feet now on the floor

was that a shadow at the door?

 

Scanning the room again it seemed clear

terror within began to rise!

Unable to comprehend this odd sensation

hearing tapping close by.

Snatched her dressing gown got outside

emotions erupted as she cried.

 

Drawn to gaze at her bedroom window

an old lady was looking down!

The young woman could not move back

after this paranormal attack!

 

The Foureyed Poet.