Home!

Weary and disillusioned they came home

left as boys returned old men

within their minds and damaged bodies

too many lost in the trenches

sinking and dying in deep stinking mud

for country spilling their blood!

 

Longing to be back with family at home

conditions not for any creatures

that deafening noise of exploding shells

crouching in those hell pits

like burrowing moles never dry or warm

trying to survive the brutal storm!

 

Chocking those without protective masks

mustard gas like a yellow fog

seeped in without  mercy a silent killer

nor raising heads as snipers aimed

across no mans land the soldiers waited

far away the officers debated!

 

In safety top brass making the decisions

of when they had to attack the foe

like moving chess pieces on the board

lives were put in jeopardy

for the gain of just a few feet of territory

whose was this savage glory?

 

Millions have perished so it will continue

the never ending cycle of war

peace it is said no profit can ever be made

the majority are but pawns

from the 1914 to 1918 quoted Great War

nothings changed what else is in store?

 

Surely most want peace and unity for all

or will it go on until mankind does fall?

 

The soldiers just want to go home!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

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Battle!

A major battle the soldier hid

exhausted in the rubble

heat of the day taking its toll

upon his weary tired body

comrades lay dead about him

in this once small town

knew it as a gentle community

of love respect and unity!

 

Here remnants of a rebel cell

could not give up now

remembering this was home

fight until resistance gone

yet from a high vantage point

in a snipers line of sight

who had one thought eliminate

no time for debate!

 

Let his guard down head too high

a faint popping sound

the bullet went through his head

fell by his comrades

another casualty amongst many

that few would mourn

long forgotten cause of the war

this the soldiers last tour!

 

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Home!

The journey was nearly at an end

soon be home in the hills

away from the crowded township

such a familiar road

knew each camber and sharp turn

so had no worries or concern!

 

What he did not want was the rain

this was a big hazard

but the route was clear up ahead

contacted his wife

from his drive was minutes away

glad it was a Friday!

 

Began slowing down at the sharp bend

behind a shape with red eyes

that averted his thoughts momentary

into the warning sign at speed

down a steep wooded slope into a tree

just the air bag could he see!

 

Could not move nor able to comprehend

how this had transpired

began vomiting now in pain and fearful

certain there was a noise

a large shape came close by his window

his demise was very slow!

 

A frantic wife had reported him missing

hours later was discovered

also unusual scratches and foot prints

had the rescue team perplexed

marks consistent with a large creature

on no tourist guide did this feature!

 

Legends spoke of a bigfoot in the forest

hunters had reported seeing it

was this proof maybe it really existed

from then on the search persisted!

 

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Trapped!

Though all around the voices were distant

in his own thoughts was trapped

that smile from his face had long gone

on him age had taken its toll

from hope to pessimism causing misery

realising he had become a visionary!

 

But he knew this was just the recollections

of the life he had once enjoyed

conversations now were only with himself

the ability to communicate lost

could only sit in the nursing home trapped

his life-force now sapped!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Before The Nation!

Before the nation many have volunteered

to join military forces

fighting for Queen and country in wars

proud to serve until death

facing many different enemies they went

with honour and good intent!

 

Politicians controlled them like chess pawns

dispensable in action

no thought for precious loyal fighting men

serving in appalling conditions

families waiting in constant concern at home

as into the abyss they roam!

 

There with comrades violence all around

often with devastating odds

campaigns of battle rage on into infinity

ravaging the once innocent

becoming oblivious in time to the carnage

as the spirit fills with rage!

 

Exhausted their courage can never be denied

against all odds heads held high with pride!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

Christmas Home Coming!

End of the first year of her university course

now it was Christmas holidays

excited to be going home to see mum and dad

her big sister would be there to

dad said he would pick her up from the station

filled with festive anticipation!

 

Tried to phone home that day but got no reply

getting on the train so worried

the normally quick trip slow in this demeanor

unable to comprehend a reason

she could see that there was nobody waiting

phoning her friend now debating!

 

A hug from her best mate glad to see somebody

they headed home in a car

approaching the road became aware of no lights

pulling up outside was fearful

of what she would find when opening the door

turning the key in the lock unsure!

 

Tried the light switch but there was no power

the street light gave some illumination

made their way to the cupboard in the hallway

where the fuse box was situated

a torch was on the top checking fuses were fine

the electric switched off by design!

 

With the house illuminated everything was tidy

so neat her mums handy work

as if it had been prepared for her home-coming

checked the bedrooms perfect

what was happening had thoughts of slaying

or kidnap nerves fraying!

 

Enquired with neighbours said they heard noises

went around knocked on the door

nobody replied then called the police concerned

but when they came all was quiet

now ready to tear out her hair fearing the worst

in her mind came a word cursed!

 

In the lounge the christmas tree stood in the corner

presents spread around the base

decorations lovingly placed cards hanging over string

just as she had waited to come and see

dad was a history teacher who enjoyed Egyptology

specialising in anthropology!

 

He had been on several archeological study trips

and brought back several artifacts

the thought of this made sense but was terrified

a smell of mould made them both

felt nauseous then she remembered the basement

were none of her family went!

 

But now there was no other choice it held the key

holding each other for comfort

through the entrance in the kitchen descended

the narrow creaky dusty stairs

uncertain of what would greet them down there

taking the guise of an ancient lair!

 

Having to use the torch there were large photos

of pyramids and artifacts

shelfs with real items placed neatly on long tables

the air had that mouldy odour

stifling hot and dusty made it hard to breathe

their calmness gone began to seethe!

 

There was  a strange atmosphere they had to go

as they did heard faint whimpering

aimed the torch there saw her mum and sister

petrified afraid to move a muscle

helping them up quickly left the weird basement

away from that sense of encasement!

 

In the warmth of her best friends car she spoke

of her husbands involvement

with artifacts being taken from ancient tombs

and ignoring the stern warnings

how several hooded figures seem to materialize

their bodies and minds did paralyze!

 

They were forced down the stairs to the cellar

were they took several items

and with the girl’s father went as they had come

leaving them traumatized

helpless they cried uncertain what to do next

leaving them all perplexed!

 

Not the Christmas Home Coming she expected!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Dialling Telephone!

It was a nice apartment she kept telling herself

though had to admit it was cheap

certainly needed decorating that was certain

at last she had plenty of room

not having to share with her younger sister

definitely did not miss her.

 

But on the kitchen wall was a dialling telephone

thought this odd must be old

after a while began to like its shape and colour

noticing it was not connected

as she planned the redecoration of her new home

in her thoughts continued to roam.

 

Happy in her own world deciding on wallpaper

was distracted by a ringing

not being use to this sound ignored it carried on

but then heard it once more

following the ring ended up where she begun

it stopped not feeling the fun!

 

Again looked at the dialling phone surely not

no connection checked once more

as she went to leave it rang loudly she froze

stopped how could it ring

wanting to get away yet was being drawn

unconsciously now feeling forlorn!

 

A knock at the door made her become alert

to a more rational mood

relieved ran pleased somebody had called

where her best friend stood

that welcome smile helped the event fade

their affection both displayed.

 

An instant decision to have a shopping spree

putting them in a great mood

as it was Saturday went on to a night club

arriving home late and drunk

soon had fallen into a deep unsettled sleep

both on the lounge floor in a heap.

 

At three ten a persistent loud ring roused them

making their headaches worse

staggering into the kitchen it was the telephone

her friend lifted the receiver

together listened and could hear faint breathing

this made them feel like heaving!

 

A rasping voice then welcomed them into his home

dropping the receiver ran out

unable to sleep sat on the floor huddled together

nothing else happened that night

but curiosity overtook their fear they had to see

each wanting a cup of coffee.

 

Everything was normal in here the phone dangling

so continued to make breakfast

putting the receiver back tried chatting but weary

of what had recently transpired

glancing at the cut line wondering how it had rung

a glass fell into the sink with a clang!

 

Distracting them then it happened again jumping up

both ran yelling into corridor

with the telephone ringing and echoing endlessly

at that moment the neighbour

in the apartment opposite sheepishly came into view

telling them what she knew!

 

Of the elderly man who lived there for so many years

and found bludgeoned to death

hardly ever came to speak his only link the telephone

was found by it in the kitchen

when she found the door open worried went within

finding the body with pale bloody skin!

 

The son was eventually charged and later executed

left unoccupied for ten years

surprised that anybody had taken the apartment

they could still hear it ringing

could not go back in thought this was her new pad

scared had to walk away this was sad.

 

As they left the neighbour quickly closed her door

the telephone was still ringing!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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That Day!

The weather was at last good on that day

as the countless military craft

headed for the designated landing beach

soldiers and sailors ready to fight

face the formidable enemy forces as one

their resolve had to be strong!

 

Socializing before the normality ended

many nations together in unity

differences put aside to defeat the foe

navy guns firing overhead

to wipe out the damaging gun positions

creating lethal conditions!

 

Onward without ceasing charged the brave

knowing they could not fail

into history to breach those enemy lines

at a terrible cost of comrades

planes dropping bombs noise and smoke

in their lungs made them choke!

 

Fighters back on their home soil side by side

many there for god and country

others dying to free their people from tyranny

civilians also slain on that day

as the allies spearheaded the bloody onslaught

each step desperately fought!

 

This being the first major step to Victory!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Tearful Parting!

In her tear filled eyes it could be seen

the anxiety of his parting.

Overwhelming this she couldn’t hide

a future without him foreseen!

To both visible emotion building inside

that neither could hide!

 

In his uniform no prouder wife around

preparing to part with his unit.

A six month tour fraught with danger

not alone in these fears!

With that one last farewell tender kiss

they could never miss.

 

This was his third tour would the  luck last

each harder to accept.

That nagging thought would he come back

yet he wanted to go!.

With great composure the children waved

any bad thoughts he staved!

 

It hurt that last wave and tearful parting

from this mission didn’t return!

They knew but words couldn’t express

remembering that last caress.

 

The family was reunited once more

when he was carried home!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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Unwanted Guest!

The family moved into the nice large home

their eldest had not seen it.

Being away until the day they all entered

deciding it didn’t feel right.

Trying to tell them the unease she felt within

as their residency did begin.

 

So they settled in with absolutely no problems

except for their daughter Jo.

One night awoke suddenly and sat up with a jolt

usually a deep sleeper.

With no idea what caused it as nothing was about

then heard a voice shout!

 

Not keen to look hoping it was a natural sound

settled back under the covers.

Closing her eyes tightly hearing another noise

opening her left eye.

Saw a woman leaning over close to her cheek

unable to scream or speak!

 

Tried to tell her parents who didn’t understand

the atmosphere fine for them.

Putting this behind her with nobody to confide

but not long after sat quietly.

An unopened bottle of water fell off her table

she thought had been stable!

 

No windows open the bedroom door shut tight

leaving her very disconcerted.

Why was she  the one of unwanted attraction

centre of disembodied attention.

Then the unplugged television turned itself on

not to be there she did long!

 

These incidents are still ongoing nothing changed

she began to get a complex.

What in these premises had made the spirits stir

thinking it was time to leave.

But financial restraints she had no choice but stay

this problem wouldn’t go way!

 

What unknown forces were at work here

who was the unwanted guest?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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