The Isolated Ranch!

On the isolated ranch few visitors ever came

the father a hard worker.

Inherited the vast ten thousand acre spread

from his strict parents.

His wife two sons and a daughter lived here

conditions rather austere.

 

Not a wilderness to be wandering on your own

where herds of cattle roamed.

And stories of  monsters and ghosts were told

once it was open plains.

Where native indians and buffaloes were prey

when settlers began to stray!

 

Over the many generation of human hardship

unexplained events occurred!

Their live stock was being found mutilated

making them become more alert.

Blood drained the bodies surgically dissected

detected when closely inspected!

 

Also it was common to see lights coming down

and then rapidly rising again!

What it was nothing could be actually proved

unmarked helicopters hovered!

A blanket of silence and misinformation existed

official reason they resisted!

 

knowing there were creatures of unknown origin

finding foot prints of weird design.

Father and sons while camping saw large shapes

scurrying in the shadows.

The wife and daughter back from dance class

big eyes watched from the grass!

 

They knew around their isolated ranch on the plains

this unsolved mystery still remains!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Published in: on 12/02/2013 at 02:57  Leave a Comment  
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Really Lonely

When you don’t even admit to yourself

your really lonely.

Telling others you’re an independent soul

inside wanting friendship.

Outwardly trying to show confidence

this is your defence.

 

Every day becomes a tedious repetition

as you can get isolated.

Meeting few people who actually speak

as the cycle goes on.

Love and any contact is only in your mind

a relationship you’ll never find!

 

There are those who’ve never been married

or had close friendships.

Who have never known that wanted feeling

which you do so miss.

Somebody at home company when out

that’s what your life was about!

 

Too many hours to self analyse yourself

you observe others around.

But in the end you’ve become invisible

blending into the surroundings.

Hoping somebody will hear you calling

before you start falling!

 

It’s good be independent and stand on your own

but it can be hard being alone!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Published in: on 24/03/2012 at 14:35  Leave a Comment  
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Moment!

That tender moment is still within Still

as the pain of parting was hard to take

not knowing when our bodies would touch

in the long nights that had yet to be.

Bad dreams ran through my thoughts

would I ever touch or smell your being

off to war your orders had told you

flying with your comrades and crew!

Countless news reports and horror stories

had made us feel an internal dread

forewarned of the dangers that lay ahead

in a country where there was bitterness.

A distant world that was far from me

isolated in an area of frightening hostility

where communication was greatly restricted

and far to many heinous images depicted!

When would that moment guide you back

how empty is the soul that I alone possess

stabbing pains started to make me shake

a nagging voice then invaded my sensorium.

As contact was suddenly lost with you today

two soldiers came reluctantly to my door.

for your country with regret you had died

in sadness I mourn my heart filled with pride!

The sacrifices that the military undertake in action

brings for some cause for violent reaction!

if only that elusive peace could one day be achieved

forever the hatred from mans lives relieved!

The Foureyed Poet.

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