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.

 

 

Unable!

Gazing at the throng of humanity

he sat unable to understand

tired of such a long turbulent life

the memories still clear

unable to comprehend that need

their desire to proceed!

 

To prolong their lives into centuries

he found after a hundred years

so hard to face always stayed young

as friends and family aged

his girlfriends withered by his side

leaving him when they died!

 

An enzyme within his DNA the reason

his life seemed to never end

had thought often of taking his own life

but felt it was the cowards way

resigned to wait for that allotted day

hoping it was not far away!

 

Got up and faded quietly into the crowds

to a lonely life in his home

prepared it maybe another century to live

with more memories to recall

friends to make and then say goodbye

now use to time passing him by!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Accident?

The official report read an accident

for the loss of many lives

found dead in the dense forest

what was the real cause

mass suicide the police did imply

some felt this was a lie!

 

Information withheld from the public

a team sent to cover up

as these unexplained deaths increased

all media was censored

truth never reached the public domain

so the deception did remain!

 

Maybe some sinister force does rule

but the population do not see

what is happening before their eyes

believing stories they are told

images before them taken as real fact

their lives secretly hijacked!

 

Is this another conspiracy theory or true?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Never!

As he lay mortally wounded he reflected

on his life and love

the love that never did come his way

feelings of despair

knowing maybe she did exist somewhere

their lives never to share!

Many thoughts flashed by in split seconds

sadness became magnified

a longing in his life that was never shared

she would never know him

nor could he know her but in a dream

how cruel his fate did seem!

With that memory quietly slipped away

never in life to reach that day!

The Foureyed Poet.

Free!

Within the once vast and open wilderness

where wild animals were free

passing their lives without intervention

from hunters and seekers of land

killing the prey for their breeds survival

fearing no human arrival!

 

No more their security and safety assured

as the numbers rapidly dwindle

some becoming extinct as the killing excels

left to die in agony and pain alone

poachers only interest the profits they make

not the misery they create!

 

The rich and ruthless have no mercy to give

for any destruction of animal life

nor the ever advancing human colonisation

and their shrinking habitation

creatures who should live and be protected

by many their rights not respected!

 

Man thinks on earth he is the superior being

not caring species are rapidly disappearing!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Unholy Beasts!

The vicar stood at the entrance to his church

was confronted by the body

of a woman a cross had pierced her heart

he did not recognise her

the silver cross he knew was from the altar

his faith did briefly falter!

 

He was sure only half an hour ago he saw it

checked within it had gone

tried to phone the authorities really shaken

the phone line only crackled

returned the body was no longer laying there

at the blood could only stare!

 

The sun beat down as the church clock chimed

striking twelve midday

looked around at the many neat rows of graves

something caught his eye

bravely walking towards this small object

nearing it stood erect!

 

Looked like a gargoyle an ancient inhuman beast

the female body lay torn apart

the silver cross flung aside blood spattered

retreating it sped away

from this position he could see many more

an infestation could not ignore!

 

Tightly holding his bible he had been carrying

went into the sanctuary

of his church slamming forcefully the oak door

heard quiet  gentle talking

a couple sat admiring the carvings unconcerned

as he approached turned!

 

Smiling as a young woman joined them worried

her friend she could not find

the vicar heard what she said regrettably knew

where had they come from

high-pitched screeching spoilt the tranquillity

as he felt the encroaching hostility!

 

Remembering work had just started on the crypt

in the basement of the church

why did they leave him alone could not figure

the family stood disturbed

would have to tell them the truth and confide

what was massing outside!

 

Whatever these abominable manifestations were

there seemed no escape

tears were heavy at hearing a friend had expired

noise increased panic grew

clear they could not cross the church’s holy line

he needed a divine sign!

 

Were these sent here from satan’s nefarious domain

before the simple altar he prayed

afraid this was the beginning of man’s final stand

the family knelt in veneration

at the same moment each felt the slight tremor

which soon became a roar!

 

Items fell from around the ancient parish church

books magazines pews tipped

then above their heads the large cross crashed

in front of them staying upright

the face of Christ was at their eye level glowing

at that moment faith flowing!

 

Everything went still a calm was now restored

standing in unison they hugged

the vicar made his way to the door opening it

walking into the chilly air

a layer of white clouds covered the blue sky

he raised his arms up high!

 

He could heard a soft voice calling out for help

looking around the headstones

saw lots of scorch marks then nothing else

then the young woman

who had been butchered found sat on a seat

clothed but with bare feet!

 

She smiled brightly as her friend approached

faded into the surroundings

they all had witnessed this wonderful sight

a bond between them grown

they left in peace promising to come back

with her family and memorial plaque!

 

The vicar watched them go united in reverence

what they had experienced was intense!

 

Their lives had been changed forever!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

Shuttle!

The shuttle landed safely on the moon base

bringing fresh crew and supplies

connected to the airlock engines switched off

entering the huge base still alert

glad for the nights stop over for the break

feeling fatigued with backache.

 

Unusual always considered himself really fit

it started soon after take off

soon after the heavy door was shut he heard

a metallic voice on his intercom

that was totally unfamiliar the words unclear

yet he felt the pangs of fear!

 

It meant to be a one man crew yet not alone

with him the latest robotic droid

that certainly had no sense of humour at all

he was pleased it was short-haul

a private company always trying save cash

the rule their attitude brash!

 

Working for them as nobody would use him

putting up with many shortfalls

annoyed it was on here the craft needed work

many corners cut to save a buck

his mind wandered now entering the canteen

the dangers as yet unseen!

 

The same sensations felt on the ship were here

his whole body began to hurt

those whispering voices increased in his earpiece

he had not disconnected

otherwise seemed quiet as he sat sipping a coffee

as moving lights he could see!

 

Thought it must be time to book into his room

had to report to the office first

in the corridor had a view of the home planet

earth there like a beacon of hope

majestic and bright for a while stood in awe

made him want to get back more!

 

Reaching the office surprised nobody was about

though furniture had been scattered

as if there had been a fight an unwelcome sight

he had heard nothing though near

in fact not a single staff member was around

again that voice his ear did pound!

 

Heading back to loading dock saw the heavy door

was wide open checked onboard

damage was extensive metal crushed like paper

on the flight deck surprised

the robot had gone from the reinforced seat

instruments destroyed a rising heat!

 

This was the moment he started to be troubled

unable to understand the cause

there were sounds ahead moving with caution

followed a trail of destruction

and in a large communal room saw the robot

did not fancy his chances a lot!

 

The staff and crew from other craft all together

herded into a tight corner

everybody seemed remarkably calm and quiet

noticing it was hard to breath

life support must be turned off or damaged

the base seriously ravaged!

 

He knew everybody’s time was rapidly diminishing

they had to have air restored

this brought home the real frailties of mankind

with the rise in artificial intelligence

that needed no such delicate balance to exist

was it caused by accident or terrorist?

 

Rumours had spread of an attack on the moon base

but no indication by his robot

weapons not allowed here because of decompression

so had to find heavy object

to try and destroy its complex circuits at its weak spot

he may only get one swinging shot!

 

Finding it hard to get around summoned the strength

went back to get his lucky golf club

that for some reason always had it near a lucky omen

and very useful for any trouble

now close to the entrance becoming hazy had to try

must disable this cyborg or die!

 

As his own and many others lives hung in the balance

he crept unsteadily closer

summoning all his strength to strike one lucky blow

a young woman was startled

and the robot swung around just as the club smashed

into the spot and to the ground crashed!

 

It was luck and a strong survival instinct that saved them

emergency systems were activated

now the sinister cause of this near fatal breach of security

would seek to find out what went wrong

highlighting an irreversible progress of artificial intelligence

warnings not heeded implications immense!

 

The science fiction writers had predicted this outcome!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

Spiritual Frauds!

A believer in the afterlife he had a mission

to seek spiritual frauds

definitely not the first to take on the task

but that was long ago

fraudulent séance’s were still giving hope

with those unable to cope!

 

Even if they did not believe it was a chances

they might make contact

with those so dear in their lives and hearts

seeking that comfort

in that bleakest hour a medium they seek

with those gone to speak!

 

often feeling like a modern day crusader

knowing some were genuine

with the ability to sense any presence

disappointed many were fake

occasionally he met those with spirit

that he could not discredit!

 

Often saw in hotels or on theatre stages

partners acting as the audience

in devious ways to hoodwink devotees

there just to make money

with no regard for those who believed

here for hope not deceived!

 

Then the auditorium hushed not a sound

and onto the large stage

a young woman came such loud applause

what a respectful entrance

from that moment knew she was special

a quality that was celestial!

 

Drawing nearer to the front stalls she called

his name he stared as she spoke

telling him his mother was here watching

and of his quest approved

warmth filled him with her love it was true

from then their connection grew!

 

The two bonded together working in unison

to seek out any spiritual frauds

so those who seek to find truth and comfort

were guided to those legitimate

their love evolved and eventually married

onward their devotion carried!

 

Bringing inner peace to all those who believed in spirit!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Fair maiden

Fair maiden walking by my side

together we chatter I cannot hide

our feelings of love my miss Jane

from blushing it is hard to refrain

sunny strolling on a path of stone

the two of us are happy alone.

 

Cherished hours united we share

the time is short both are aware

soon I must return to the war

a chance I may return no more

my king and country I am loyal

to protect our liberty and our soil.

 

Fair maiden here with you I pray

to be back for our wedding day

if this is not truly meant to be

my love this day remember me

not in a mud filled putrid trench

with comrades and human stench!

 

Never forget those  lives cut short

freedom for all is why we fought!

 

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.

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