Rumours!

The rumours spread as the clouds swirled

each minute danger grew

that maybe there was more to the weather

as the skies screamed in anger

certainly was not a natural act of nature

but a man-made disaster

had brought such terror and destruction

was the growing deduction!

 

Increasing hurricanes began to formulate

as the population began to die

unimaginable weather patterns emerged

clouds combined with earth

the landscape rapidly swept away in floods

all infrastructure obliterated

weather was added to the misery of living

who upon man could be so unforgiving!

 

Around us there is darkness expanding fast

what evil upon us has been cast?

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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Crashed!

His senses and vision were even better

even though he had aged

estimated three hundred earth years

since his craft had crashed

on this planet had to blend in or die

with a savage culture comply!

 

Near a mountain top in undergrowth

overtime had hidden his craft

such a long lonely existence he found

females but they withered

as he waited to contact his own race

from a distant planet in space!

 

Few visitors came to see him here

he was treated with suspicion

though he mastered their language

he felt no real bond with them

lived like a loner until he had urges

he was male with sexual surges!

 

Observing knew they were violent

a breed who he did not trust

now weary as they had advanced

rapidly with their technology

over such a short evolution span

since his exile still no plan!

 

His crafts equipment mostly destroyed

fears he could be detected

muted by the hope to find the means

of sending a signal home

a reluctant witness of man’s carnage

and unrelenting rage!

 

Now into the sixties watched landings

upon the earth’s only moon

it gave him the determination to try

cautiously gathered items

to make a transmitter to emit a signal

how long would be his vidual?

 

Unaware that he had drawn attention

the country’s secret service

had started watching his every move

he continued with excitement

using any viable components he found

hoping to hear a friendly sound!

 

Deep in thought and a finding meaning

to a long unwanted existence

turned on the newly constructed beacon

cried out with joy as it worked

he could only wait now in hope of success

had to leave this planet

but closing in was a military raiding team

would they shatter his dream?

 

The evening was approaching wet so cold

he could feel within himself

danger was coming knowing the sounds

around after such a long term

staring at the lit screen willing for a reply

here did not want to die!

 

His cabin was surrounded by armed men

also at that moment it happened

a beep blared from his crude made device

green flashing light and indicator

a faint sound also told him it was his race

his signal they were able to trace!

 

Heard the faint footsteps of somebody close

escaped through a tunnel

as the cabin was raided he headed away

with no intention to be caught

after living without detection for this long

could not let anything go wrong!

 

Reaching his ship set the self-destruction

peering into the skies could see

a speeding object heading to his location

this was the rescue ship

to take him home then hovered overhead

a beam shone his clothes shed!

 

Instantly elevated into the circular disk

and then the craft was gone

soldiers were upon the scene aimlessly

firing rapidly into vacant air

a huge explosion and fireball detonated

the area and men obliterated!

 

The alien was at last back with his own race

homeward in the vacuum of space!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

Returning!

Returning to that special spot we cherished

this time on my own

that romantic and magical day together

by the tiny riverside cafe

there proposed to the only girl in my life

to be my loving wife!

 

Only anguish greeted me at what was here

nothing remained of our dream

rubble and new town filled the rural scene

acres of lush grass and trees

obliterated by busy noisy polluted highways

gone those quaint byways!

 

My pressures lady had passed away recently

she would have been dismayed

to see destruction of rural land lost forever

that memory had lived in us

of that enchantment in our hearts those years

brought me to shed rare tears!

 

Bringing her ashes to scatter at our paradise

which now existed no more

returning to our once happy fun-filled home

to keep them close to heart

so she was always near me her love to share

even when our children were there!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Refugees?

The small group of refugees stuck together

as if in a family unit

young men and women with one intent

minds aligned to hate

despising those who did not think their way

or in their beliefs pray!

 

Had it in their minds to cause the west mayhem

each focused on the same path

those who did not follow in their philosophy

were a target to harm

more twisted thinking none wanting any peace

just hatred and violence to release!

 

Through history they were not a new evil breed

but part of a radical creed

thus everybody was wrong if they did not agree

narrowly fixated without grace

within their suicidal cruel and sadistic thought

the innocent a solution sought!

 

Not caring who were the people they obliterated

or upon which powerful nation

the planet has become an endless battleground

where populations exist in fear

uncertain where any safety could ever be found

and fanatics no more their lives to hound!

 

Yet with spiralling terror when all is said and done

no matter what background most folks are one!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Monstrous!

Years after the monstrous events had passed

the buildings a vile reminder

of the atrocities thrust upon an innocent people

nothing stirred no birds sang

not even insects wanted to go anywhere near

only the ghosts were still here!

 

Though empty in a dilapidated condition today

deep depression fills the area

surrounding lands and air stifling oppressive

bombarded by unseen whispers

you are unable to imagine or even comprehend

to such depravity did descend!

 

Seemingly miles of rusting barbed wire fences

guard towers peering down

on long rotting wooden huts many destroyed

brutality treated subhuman

images seen by the world from not so long ago

lessons not learned we know!

 

Here lay the families their last resting place

generations obliterated

denied their birth right a chance to exist

through the tribulations and joy

degradation and death their ghosts remain

of the people who were slain!

 

Onward the butchery of those who want peace!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Stone Slab

There the large stone slab does stand

reading Lydiard Fields.

Where once the land was undisturbed

for centuries nature lived.

Unsullied all living things there thrived

without threat strived.

 

Now all that remains of what had been

as every trace of natures gifts.

Were torn apart by human intervention

no conscience or care!

Heavy machinery brought in to clear

trees and grass disappear!

 

Natural beauty and elements obliterated

man’s imprint firmly showing.

Changing the landscape with structures

that deface and spoil the view.

Species  lost for our future generations

with these digressing alterations!

 

The once country setting has long gone

replaced by a hotel and units.

That avenue of trees and open meadows

a mere distant memory.

Token vegetation is  now sparsely planted

to late for decisions to be recanted!

 

These ugly monuments surrounding our vision

will forever cause division!

Explosion!

Never had he seen such devastation before

a loud explosion knocked him down.

He layed there dazed and smothered in dust

how did he not die?

Only yards away as the houses disintegrated

both totally obliterated!

 

Just a bystander on his regular route to work

always been a quiet street.

Terraced houses in rows never any trouble

making it more of a shock!

In one premises a family with a small child

the other a man meek and mild.

 

Staggering to his feet he stared in total dismay

all that was left flattened rubble!

Later discovering the child had perished

a wide empty gap remained!

Ears still ringing as helpers gave him support

the atmosphere tense and taut.

 

Then surmised possibly of an accidental cause

later who was the perpetrator.

Scenes a reminder of passed British bombings

came to many minds!

Something that never ever should have been

on our streets to be seen!

 

An arrest was made a conclusion awaited

it was a crime that would be debated!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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