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.

 

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Choking!

The rain did not fall anymore on earth

nor the sun shine brightly

no birds sang or fish swam in the water

mostly dead like the population

hard to breath in choking polluted air

laying with that pleading stare!

 

On the plains only the strong  survived

the wind never stopped

sunken wells still had drinkable water

animal life to consume

a lone man wife and child by his side

from mutants had to hide!

 

The radiation levels were rapidly increasing

nobody was told of the leaks

into the many vast oceans and atmosphere

from nuclear power stations

built for the energy needs claimed it was safe

in them the public had too much faith!

 

Through all the horrors and misery imposed

on an unsuspecting people

somehow this family had stayed together

loving living a simple life

had made them overseer so much despair

as into oblivion did stare!

 

As if a greater power was protecting them

with death spread all around

somehow they thrived in the harsh climate

soon a second child was born

a daughter entered their small magical clan

as if by a preordained plan!

 

Was this a miracle and new beginning?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Street light!

The street light flickered above her head

just thought it faulty

walked on down the well-lit pavement

then at the fifth post

went out with a bang followed by the rest

a tightness in her chest!

 

The crowds surrounding her became silent

from a loud happy crowd

a forced silence and uncertainty spread

what sounded like gunfire

created a panic as screams filled the air

of the growing danger all aware!

 

Glass windows shattered amongst city lights

mayhem ensued nobody knew

darkness filled the pedestrian walkways

as injured lay sprawled

masked angry figures moved quickly around

crouched low to the ground!

 

Impossible to tell if they were of human origin

in the beginning just a few

but the number rapidly grew firing weapons

that did not look familiar

those who tried to escape were hit by a beam

fell without even a scream!

 

From the sky lights blinded yet deathly quiet

many were herded together

the woman was forced to stand she knew

this was no alien invasion

she had never before seen a real android

that of human emotions were void!

 

But it had been reported many had escaped

from a military facility

now able to think being far more intelligent

the public were told

they had been captured the danger contained

order had been maintained!

 

A craft landed and people were forced onboard

loud explosions started

the army and police arrived causing more panic

helicopters now hovered

in a flash the androids ship was hit and exploded

hope of rescue eroded!

 

Taking just a few hostages they fled the carnage

followed by the troops

many bodies lay around yet none of the robots

littered the bloody scene

made by man as an indestructible military force

news said from an unknown source!

 

The woman walked back fires now lit her way

guided by uniformed officers

distant explosions filled the smoke polluted air

sirens whaled incessantly

paramedics attended the wounded and dead

she dreaded the future ahead!

 

Robot wars no longer science fiction but reality!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Uncharted Seas!

From the depths of the mainly uncharted seas

much polluted by mans progress

as fishing has nearly wiped out some species

or they have been poisoned

by what is pumped and dispersed into the brine

many choosing to ignore its decline!

 

So much uncharted still unable to reach the depths

what lay beyond our reach

creatures as yet unseen or detected in darkness

pressures man cannot survive

are there the monsters of mythology existing

detection still to us resisting!

 

Lost cities and civilisations sunk below the waves

as the minute living creatures

are dying will this bring to the surface new terrors

unidentified submerged objects

have been seen below and above oceans surface

not of known origin or its purpose!

 

Vast expanses of water covering two-thirds of earth

enigmas of what is in the deep

always talk of space and exploration of universes

yet little is known of this planet

we inhabit showing no respect or desire to save it

as our behaviour becomes shit!

 

The waves still lap the beaches as the tide roles in

yet there is a disquiet surging

expecting those who created the ecological mess

to quickly rectify their blunders

but more are created as the atomic clock ticks

there is no more luck or magic tricks!

 

The mighty sea dominates our every moment

 

its fatal force and secrets ever-present!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Flight!

From small operations flying has become huge

an ever-increasing market millions want to fly

escape to destinations around this small earth

planes forever clog our crowded polluted skies

a once empty void is now getting very crowded

as countless planes land and take off in convoy

fields disappear for more and longer runways

covered in concrete beneath the early haze!

 

Flights carrying hundreds more eager travellers

long and short-haul souring at varying levels

airports take up land for car parks spreading out

not contented with our crowded roads anymore

cheaper and easier to fly than go by road or rail

whatever mode of transport prices are too high

only the rich eventually able to enjoy any travel

our society’s structure could to easily unravel!

 

But it is written flying could be much different

secret craft have been developed for flight

no need for flammable aviation fuel to ignite

but use a free constant safe energy supply

taking off vertically no need for the runways

unanswered question this surely must raise!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

On A Hill!

On a hill that lonely beech tree stands

silently swaying always surveying.

gazing down on town and country lands

of countless changes and shrinking size

so much has happened since it has stood

undisturbed growing so gracefully

buildings creeping nearer it’s not good

now our air is far more polluted

with an unobstructed view no less

it has seen many phases of  life around

a distant train echoes through the stillness

as it moves swiftly homeward bound

early morning mist from the valley

covers the motorway that scars the land

man’s mission to destroy natures tally

rising toxic fumes and roaring traffic sounds

neutral of  human ways unable to escape

generations move on we all come and go

the tree remains keeping its shape

as the world changes rapidly all around!

How much longer before it’s destruction?

The Foureyed Poet.

Polluted!

The sun shines its golden light and heat

down on a polluted sad landscape.

Why humans seem unable to see

this world is dying all around their feet.

Trees  by natures winds bending their shape

blowing around the earth uninhibited free.

Nature reserves and precious countryside

disappears as more and more buildings appear.

Roads manifest scaring more areas that remain

the urban crawl moves on less places to hide

As boundary lines are becoming unclear.

noise and traffic fumes gain pace how insane.

Towns within towns villages absorbed as well

no mercy for natural green open spaces.

Countryside and animals blend into the sprawl

scavenging from the humans disposable hell

Covertly hardly ever leaving any trace

adapting and caught up in our almighty fall.

 

I can remember fifty years ago. More green fields less road traffic and fewer people. No home computers or mobile phones.  Villages where villages and town were towns and nice roads in between.

 

The Foureyed Poet.