Epitaph!

Frank was an ordinary hard-working man

leaving school at fifteen

finding work in a garage where he stayed

doing an apprenticeship

settling down with Jenny for a good life

happily never any strife.

 

I knew them well I met a nice young woman

we often went out together

he had three children my spouse and I four

the years were pretty good

my route took me into the medical field

nice to see people healed.

 

Lost contact for sometime I got divorced

next we met was a surprise

it was while on duty said his Jenny was ill

in the intensive care unit

later heard she had passed from this life

his precious wonderful wife.

 

After the funeral tried to keep in touch

but our worlds had changed

read in the paper he had won the lottery

what amount had no idea

really pleased for him deserving a break

and for the children’s sake!

 

Last I heard moved away to the south coast

bought a nice little bungalow

a real shame it came too late for his partner

but now could play more golf

both about the same age that I remember

heard sad news last December!

 

Maybe the hazard of winning the money

burglars broken in one night

thinking no doubt there was much to take

the place was ransacked

received awful injuries never recovered

a day before being discovered!

 

It was Frank’s daughter who contacted me

though saw it on the news

a genuine hard-working man taken to early

by those where greed ruled

the mind-set was just their material  greed

no remorse leaving him to bleed!

 

This my Epitaph for Frank just a nice ordinary man!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

This Bloody State!

He remembered the noise of glass shattering

showering over his face

a glimpse of a baseball bat or something

then being roughly dragged

but nothing after that hard bang on his head

waking in a strange bed!

 

Bits of memory came then as quickly it faded

what had happened to him

on his finger was a shinny gold wedding ring

was he a married man

how had he actually got in this bloody state

memories he could not collate!

 

Beside him a policeman stood near on guard

what else could he be doing

everything was so blurry beyond his position

there were muffled voices

his anxiety and paranoia rapidly growing

the despair of not knowing!

 

Slipping once more into unconsciousness

being shaken from this state

a man and a woman looked down blankly

making his body shudder

a nurse came to assist removing his mask

questions they wanted to ask!

 

A second nurse helped make him comfortable

raising the pillow for his head

They asked him if he remembered anything

of the road rage incident

Where a man had been killed near his car

as the anger went to far!

 

This seemed to trigger suppressed memories

as he recalled causing the shunt

going to the vehicle with a bat breaking glass

incensed and with bad intent

pulling the man out it was he who attacked

the thoughts came pouring back!

 

In turn was hit from behind by an accomplice

but none of this would admit

even though witnesses had come forward

he kept his mouth tightly shut

realising they could soon find out he was fake

his orders not to kill but take!

 

An under cover agent on a botched covert mission

he waited for his team to come!

 

The Foureyd Poet.

His Secret!

He had been thrown out at fifteen his secret

by parents who were always high

never knew love of a family always a loner

had a sister he tried to protect

his haunted vision of her always crying

yet like him always defying!

 

Within knew she would survive their cruelty

what else could she now do

nobody ever came to help them get free

his will to live was ebbing

worrying about his sister afraid to go back

the education he did lack!

 

Ended up begging on the street humiliated

on a day when he felt like dying

a dog wandered aimlessly lost passed him

turned and came slowly back

laying whimpering with sad eyes at his side

for the first time in years cried!

 

This scruffy bag of bones and fur needed help

neglected and desperate

identifying his situation with this new friend

now with a purpose in life

that emptiness was not so intense anymore

had to pick himself off the floor!

 

Giving him courage and confidence to mature

named the dog Thor

because he had given him strength and courage

to become a man from the boy

proud to have a loyal companion as he paced

knowing the parents had to be faced!”

 

Settled in a flat of his own and now employed

the inevitable had to be done

ringing the bell still scared him wanting to run

a young woman opened the door

his sister recognised him hugging so tight

filled with such delight!

 

This was when he learned the parents had died

she had tried to find her brother

knew they would meet again and be together

welcoming him and Thor

into a now happy home the passed left behind

their future clearly defined!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Mary!

The elderly man was lonely since his wife had died

he would not accept help had his pride.

Not an easy life and a soldier in the last world war

but nobody seemed to care any more.

What he did for his king and country just history

his life was in the past to most a mystery!

 

Finding it difficult without Mary to face each day

his depression would not go away.

Two grown up children they never came to call

not since Mary had died after the fall.

Living in the same house for nearly fifty-two years

they were so happy now shed only tears.

 

He lost the will to live so Ben fell into endless sleep

no longer for that burden to keep.

Twelve months later neighbours reported a smell

lingering where from they could not tell.

There were a  few relatives that could be found

when he was buried in the ground!

 

But Ben was now by his wife’s side once again.

 

At least she loved him and cared!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

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Near The Line!

On a stretch of mainline railway line

passengers on passing trains

reported seeing a man chasing a dog

worried it was close to the line

train drivers to had seen the pair

giving them all a scare!

 

Rail bosses went to see for themselves

but nothing was seen

yet deciding the area must be watched

as the reports were mounting

and the worry an accident could result

the culprit had to be caught!

 

Two senior transport police were assigned

as it was a criminal offence

trespassing on any railway property

with fencing down either side

on that long lonely stretch near a bend

where nature and society blend.

 

They settled down on the side of the line

patrolling in both directions

trains continued to roar by at high-speed

evening set in it was quieter

a faint bark could be heard coming nearer

every minute much clearer.

 

This put them on alert standing down line

then in the distance saw

a figure running directly towards them

as they heard a deep bark

seeming to crescendo a few feet ahead

cautiously now they tread!

 

On the fast-speed track an express was due

both shouting to warn them

to get off the rails but were simply ignored

a man and large dog were clear

as the locomotive thundered into view

time was short they knew!

 

Both could only watch from their position

man and beast were overwhelmed

as there was no doubt that metal hit flesh

yet as the train raced on 

searching no bodies were found on the line

evidence not a single sign!

 

Reluctantly they concluded an unnatural event

a terror gripped their souls

receiving a call the  driver had seen something 

but no way could he stop

this message was relayed to them by phone

here they stood really alone!

 

 

This case is still being investigated!

 

The Foureyed Poet

 

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By The River!

By the canal was pleasant as the day cooled

humidity had been high.

But alone on the river bank it was chilly

yet absorbed watching swans.

Nearby under a bridge a boat slowly passed

scattered birds and shadows cast!

 

Sitting and relaxing on the grassy river bank

though alone was refreshing.

When he became aware of a splashing sound

yet nothing visibly in sight.

Except ripples on the flowing murky water

my perceptions began to alter!

 

Drawn to the focal point the water erupted

into an explosive rising.

As a young man appeared gasping for air

desperately needing help!

Before vanishing below a river fast flowing

now nothing was showing!

 

Then a couple came happily strolling by

telling them to summon help!

Before jumping in trying to save this man

who was drowning feet away.

Cold and dark now tired he searched blind

yet a body he couldn’t find!

 

Now weak unable to get out the police arrived

dragging him onto dry land.

Divers took over he struggled just for warmth

what would be recovered.

Hours later nothing had been found in the river

he now began to shiver.

 

Their conclusion there was nobody drowning

but an enquiry would be started.

Was it a mistake in what he’d witnessed that day

there had been a man in distress!

So real no doubt in every detail not a creation

this was not imagination!

 

A historical fact a man had drowned there forty years before!

 

Was this what he’d seen play over again?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Dog Walk!

She had got into the routine each evening

since getting her dog.

A chance to exercise after a day at work

living alone wasn’t good.

It was lovely having a companion and pet

contentment had been met.

 

Everything was well when she at last got home

the puppy ready for his walk.

So as usual changed into more casual ware

and off they happily went.

To the nearby community woodland park

by now it was getting dark.

 

Far later than they usually came now uncertain

about entering the trees.

It had taken on a completely foreboding feel

once within the boundaries.

Sadness consumed her being upon each tread

as she looked ahead!

 

Following the sound of her excited pets bark

saw a man by a tall elm.

Her dog was scratching at its base and roots

acting like he wasn’t there!

As she drew near there was no  man in sight

could he be in some plight?

 

Uncertain who he was or could be the threat

got hold of her precious pet.

Putting on his lead so would not run off again

curious why he was digging.

Never done that before while they were here

but too dark to see clear!

 

Hurrying back home weary of him following

on the path easier to see.

Relieved as she got in safely both unharmed

then contacted the police.

Early the next day they came around to visit

suggestion better she sit!

 

Informing her that where the dog was digging

a body had been found.

It had been established the remains were male

and not been there long!

To her that was who she saw standing so sad

remembering feeling so bad!

 

Giving her statement the best that she could

knowing they wouldn’t believe her!

 

That it was a Ghost!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Empty Carriage!

With only minutes to spare to catch the train

she boarded the empty carriage.

Thought it odd hearing a door open and close

nobody was on the platform!

Before sitting checked to see who had got on

nervous as the journey was long!

 

Nobody boarded assumed they’d gone else where

so relaxed to take a knapp.

The warmth rhythm and motion made her doze

waking as her seat was pushed!

Thinking somebody was behind her was annoying

as sleep she had been enjoying.

 

When it happened once again got up to complain

but the seat was empty.

This the young woman certainly wasn’t expecting

and was still on her own!

Now that sensation of impending doom dawned

what evil here was spawned?

 

The sliding doors at one end opened and closed

then soon after at the other!

But no visible soul entered the empty carriage

as she lost her balance.

Falling hitting her head with a glancing blow

that happened very slow!

 

It was though a person had cushioned her fall

sitting dazed saw a reflection.

That looked like a man standing by her side

but nothing was there!

Afraid to move again stayed firmly in her seat

until her journey was complete.

 

As soon as it stopped she ran to get off the train

not even seeing any staff.

With the urge to glance back into her carriage

she was sure somebody was there.

As it pulled out and faded into the darkness

she released her stress!

 

Now in her car she still didn’t feel alone!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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