Far Below!

Like ants scurrying life went on far below

while several miles in the sky

an airline pilot knew there was a problem

the passengers were aware

after the shudder and bangs occurred

the assurances all were absurd!

 

Fear was etched on the air stewards faces

as the plane rapidly lost elevation

both the pilots struggling to regain control

passengers to filled with dread

oxygen masks came rapidly into their view

another bang as left engine blew!

 

Alarms sounded it was heading for the ground

no panic yet an expectation

nor screams or crying but a disturbing calm

each felt this their final destination

emergency crews ready at the nearby airport

impacting runway that was too short!

 

Crashing onto the tarmac at too high a speed

metal grating as plane ripped apart

fuel igniting spilling out of ruptured tanks

fire truck ready with foam spray

those inside waited for broken plane to stop

heading for a sheer drop!

 

With inches to spare the plane came to rest

now a raging fire people still alive

rescuers there to save to help survivors

fearing the worst they strived

to quell the savage flames and get them out

had anybody lived there was doubt!

 

For some astounding reason all were spared

now and forever a bond they shared!

 

The cause of the near disaster yet to be determined!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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Unexpected!

She had been a social worker many years

though there was more pressure

found it rewarding visiting senior citizens

concluded knocking on a door

her last visit of the week was unexpected

then no problems detected!

 

Remembered visiting the elderly lady before

recalling she was very frail

contact had been lost this was an urgent visit

to see if she was in distress

with no reply had a master-key to get inside

thinking she must have died!

 

Entering and calling the elderly person’s name

got no reply looked around

as if by instinct went into the small lounge

sensed she was in there

unprepared for the sight that would greet her

a primal fear within did stir!

 

She sat in a big armchair staring straight ahead

pale but appeared well

but it was several feet off the cream worn carpet

the room was cold a smell

made the social worker feel ill it was sulphur

everything after was a blur!

 

Awoke with a jolt as a soft voice close by spoke

shaking saw the elderly lady

who looked concerned and offering a cup of tea

the room looked normal

now in the armchair asleep a black cat did lay

quickly leaving could not stay!

 

From then on certain she was being followed

yet could never see anybody

her report did not reveal what she had seen

thinking she would be ridiculed

but could not forget what she had witnessed

making her feel more stressed!

 

It was a few days later her manager contacted

to inquire who she had seen

the lady mentioned did not live at that address

nor did anybody else

the property had been destroyed by a bad fire

an explanation did require!

 

Nobody was found within the burnt out shell

it was an unsolved crime

no culprit or evidence of arson had been found

flagging major concern

of course she could not give any information

causing her consternation!

 

Her mental health deteriorated she became ill

before long was committed

unable to accept that she imagined the event

now constantly medicated

yet still that feeling something evil was nearby

making her want to scream and cry!

 

Trapped in the single cell within her own hell!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Realistic!

Had for so long had vivid realistic dreams

she knew were not real

this time became agitated and fearful

inside a tall building

people seemed relaxed within the foyer

appeared a good employer?

 

Must be a large company or posh hotel

as she panned the interior

yet out of sight there was a dark shape

making her become anxious

otherwise perfect as though employed

being here enjoyed!

 

Again this darkness and panic emerged

that calmness faded

as a loud explosion shook the building

from somewhere below

no panic as alarms sounded all around

slowly to the exit bound!

 

Certain there was no hurry then another

bang made many fall

and the atmosphere changed to urgency

the third and fourth

made everyone run now objects crashed

large windows smashed!

 

She found herself being pushed trampled

people trying to leave

but could not wake up as the scene changed

now standing watching

from the other side of the street a spectator

as from above a roar!

 

A darkness covered the building as it collapsed

at an unbelievable pace

pulverized dust that also spewed debris outwards

just like a nuclear explosion

fine ash lingering like a fine layer of grey snow

rivers of molten metal did flow!

 

Awoke gasping for air the scene was familiar

who could wreak this awful act

too many died through her eyes could still see

the rising mushroom cloud

she hoped this event would never come true

as the dread of mankind grew!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

Locomotive!

The steam locomotive glistened motionless

in the railway museum

as visitors clambered in the driver’s cab

handling the large levers

children’s sticky fingers touching so keen

upon this magnificent machine!

 

From a different age of public transport

countless numbers travelled

holiday makers hard pressed commuters

during those days of steam

preserved by railway preservation groups

restored for the fun to recoup!

 

The engine resprayed in its original livery

pride filled the workers

bad luck followed it from scrap to grandeur

accidents had dogged progress

even when being taken off the flatbed truck

moving it in there was bad  luck!

 

Though were professionally trained personnel

that operated the transfer

cables snapped nearly tipping the train over

but through skill was averted

since then six months on much had arisen

creating much division!

 

Visitors had reported a man sitting in the cab

boiler suit and cap smiling

talking to the them seemed to be in control

yet they had no employees

here working on any of the engines displayed

no staff this image surveyed!

 

But after the museum was closed noises heard

as the cleaners worked

described it like shovelling and metal clanging

heavy boots on the floor

even when lights were off that engine shone

something here was wrong!

 

Unexplained incidents happened items fell down

missing visitors and stewards

a feeling of happiness and despair lingered

yet it was the one engine

that everybody who came was always drawn to

the one they wanted to view!

 

It had been a working engine on the main lines

nobody knew its full history

but reports persisted of the friendly driver

maybe who had died

unable to be parted from a life he really enjoyed

his spirit still employed!

 

But there was a strong sense of bad karma as well

did a dark entity haunt it as well?

 

The Foureyed Poet

 

Haunted Liner!

No longer at sea the ship was permanently docked

as a hotel and tourist attraction

a magnificent liner with a long and dark history

where many had perished

within the many decks what stories could it tell

what evil here does dwell?

 

Today still most famous for its ghosts onboard

that have been seen and felt

now trapped within this huge aging metal hull

reliving their deaths repeatedly

in the first class pool it is said a child walks

and often to visitors talks!

 

Even small footprints it is said have been seen

and a small shape like a child

yet there are growing opinions this is not so

but a more sinister evil entity

masquerading as another being upon the liner

the unsuspecting think its a minor!

 

Deep down in the engine room of endless steel

two men were crushed to death

in a water tight door squeezing their live away

an adult shadow witnessed

an anguished male voice cries of pain pleading

a cold tense feeling proceeding!

 

In the second class swimming pools a child its said

did actually drown there

often seen and voice heard holding a teddy bear

bangs and screams common

ladies in long ball gowns who never seem to leave

if this you really believe!

 

It was a troop ship during the second world war

painted grey the elegant’s gone

name given was the grey ghost during that time

survived a collision many perished

there is proof of forty-nine lives known to be lost

a spirit you may well come across!

 

It’s very popular with paranormal investigators

is this the most haunted place for tours?

 

Now this ship I would love to visit!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Collision!

The passenger jet liner sped along the runway

taking off on a long haul flight

all checks had been completed as it rose higher

reaching its cruising height safely

autopilot switched on heading over the ocean

everything seemed in perfect motion!

 

The passengers were given their meal and drinks

before settling down to try and sleep

a calm and pleasant night the crew had little to do

but watch the many instruments

the cabin staff were on call to give any assistants

to travelers during the long distance.

 

Three hours into the flight the captain was alerted

spotting a glowing object ahead

informing his co-pilot who observed and cabin crew

at first just a bright ball of light

then started doing aerobatics neither had seen before

soon was joined by two more!

 

Watching disbelieving at this incredible flying display

certainly an unknown type of craft

manoeuvred instantly together the three became one

now turning on a collision course

their large plane could not turn out of the UFO’s way

with them no longer wanted to play!

 

Tense as it came towards them at supersonic speed

just missing the port side wing

so they thought until a loud metal crunching bang

the two craft had actually collided

this caused the plane to shudder and soon after stall

struggling to prevent its final fall!

 

They could see sparks the mysterious object was gone

as the plane was hard to control

gliding downwards the fear it would hit the sea below

putting out a Mayday as it fell

with skill and experience the engines were restarted

this incident not for the fainthearted!

 

Soon they received an answer from a naval base nearby

on an island only an hour away

heading there quickly as they dare glad they were alive

passengers shaken but no series injuries

relieved when it touchdown on tarmac with no more trouble

soon were evacuated at the double!

 

Though it was dark were able to see because of the floodlights

a huge dent on the nose cone

as if it had been hit in a head on collision with a solid object

everybody present were stunned

a passenger took a picture of the damage section unseen

before they went inside to reconvene!

 

It would be some wait as another aircraft had to come

questions avoided about what happened

the crew were ushered away and were not seen again

frustrations arose with no answers given

on their return reporters keen to know what occurred

the authorities response was differed!

 

The truth never officially confirmed not even by the airlines

but the photo existed and was produced

and clearly it was visible for anybody to see it was proof

yet once again officials stayed aloof!

 

An investigation and facts once again to the public denied!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Gladiator!

The gladiator faced a fierce deadly foe

forced into the arena

stained with blood of many men before

hostile crowds jeering

shouting abuse with an increasing fire

a savage death their desire!

 

No shade the sun burnt  unprotected skin

sweat poured from each pore

clad in leather armour and metal helmet

with growing agitation

watching his opponent slowly advance

to quickly kill the chance!

 

Holding sharp swords and small shields

to maximise the injuries

every blow followed by a baying crowd

sapping their strength

chunks of flesh gouged by pitiless slashes

with the increased clashes!

 

The superior champion gladiator parried

knowing how to defeat

overpowering without mercy his quarry

hacking him to the ground

the final merciful strike raised a cheer

the death bloody and severe!

 

Lifting his dripping sword above his head

saluting crowd and dignitary

triumphant and proud the people’s hero

another victory achieved

impassive while body was hastily removed

again his superiority proved!

 

The gladiator proudly went to receive his trophy!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

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