Oceans!

The oceans were once untouched

by mans destructive hands

far too deep for them to explore

through history strange tales

lights and objects seen from ships

our imagination it still grips!

Creatures to rising from the depths

attacking any passing ships

unidentified craft rising descending

into all the worlds seas

stories of alien races there far below

fear amongst us does grow!

Little known of what is down there

as plans are formulated

to mine the minerals yet untapped

prepared to strip them clean

discovering what is on the seabed

and whatever else doth tread!

The mystery of the deep has chilled

putting fear into the hearts

of mariners since all written records

ships sailed never more seen

also planes to and countless lives lost

into other dimensions crossed?

What does exist in the mighty power

of the oceans our futures to sour?

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The Cleaning Job!

Not easy she found being without a job

had been ill for months

she was a widow with a grown up son

who left home years ago

in need of money searched employment

doing nothing was not content.

 

From a friend heard a cleaner was required

in a nursing home close by

eager to be independent paying her way

to her surprise got the job

though while there had a strange sensation

filling her with consternation!

 

Putting any jitters behind started as a domestic

working the evening shift

patients were nice especially one elderly lady

who always chatted and smiled

when vacuuming the fitted carpet on that  hall

then heard she had died after a fall

 

Making further enquiries had slipped downstairs

always before used the lift

unsettling feelings flooded back in her mind

communicating with the dead

finishing her shift heard a voice say beware

looking nobody was there!

 

Lights rapidly flickered then a chilly breeze

tracking her to the store-room

inside the door slammed with a mighty bang

in the dark room heard a growl

had the impression somebody was in there

pressure was too much to bear!

 

Panicking burst out the door headed for the exit

it felt she was being chased

now in the car park certain a man was watching

through the double glazed window

but on a second glance the shape had faded away

in that place no longer could stay!

 

Never went back to that cleaning occupation

knew it was not the end of her confrontation!

 

She was really scared!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

By The Ruins!

By the ruins of her home the child dazed

high winds had blown it down

terrified lost the behaviour now crazed

nothing could save the town

from the force of natures mighty power

survivors could only cower!

 

Nature takes no sides without mercy strikes

that mankind cannot control

as the instruments alarm showing the spikes

millions pay a terrible toll

as leaders battle to dominate in their wealth

affecting stability and health!

 

The pitiful sight of children and adults pleading

for basic necessities of living

increases as the climate begins to destabilize

yet sharing for many unforgiving

even the images of devastation and the dead

on humanities path will not tread!

 

Those secure in their bubble of comfort and joy

should remember nature can easily destroy!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Was There A Man?

Was there a man sent by an all mighty god

to save and guide humanity

his own son here in a harsh roman period

talking to thousands of followers

creating miracles and healing the sick

was this real or just a clever trick?

It is not for me to make any conclusions

millions believe in their religions

though used as a reason for terrible violence

no way can I judge just quietly observe

can it now unite every people and bond

comfort those who feel wronged!

What I do not understand is the wealth

when there are many with nothing

where is that humility are we not all equal

to share the fruits amongst the flock

mother earth is our church not a dwelling

this thought I find more compelling!

As this season comes to that special day

peace and unity for this I shall pray!

The Foureyed Poet.