Relaxing!

My days are often spent simply relaxing

drinking coffee in a cafe

watching life pass me at a super pace

something that’s not easy

as there’s no doubt I was born lethargic

silly things I’ve done thick!

 

Always a pen and paper close to my hand

writing has kept me  sane

of course had to work not being a prodigy

playing with words always fun

there’s a question I’ve pondered forever

it’s not profound or clever!

 

I admit I’m not really a catch for the ladies

bald a beard and a wrinkly

short hairy legs and rather rotund shape

so without any delusions

my innocent observations and amazement

all seem to be content!

 

I see nice females with rather rough men

tenderly staring at each other

laughing and giggling holding hands tight

is it love or friendship found

true married twice many decades ago

not even a companion to show!

 

Scientist seek answers of great magnitude

but I still unable to fathom

also why do these couples sit close to my spot

all I can do is politely smile

occasionally it would be nice if somebody spoke

honestly I’m a real nice bloke.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Quiet Coven!

The five young women sat at the table

not wearing tall pointed hats

or cloaks they were not gnarled hags

the witches were in disguise

no indications there was no way to tell

here to conjure up a spell!

 

All blending in with their surroundings

certain nobody was aware

looking beautiful not showing their age

from ancient times spawn

sat in a huddle centred on their ground

the intentions were profound!

 

Very comfortable in these violent times

manipulating adding to chaos

soon their circle was again complete

now in a different dimension

reclaiming this sacred site of evil deeds

able to fulfill the devils needs!

 

Within this zone their true forms revealed

unchecked evil spells recited

the world already in turmoil and torment

wanting to seal human fate

yet therein the brewing caldron of darkness

a being of good did caress!

 

Like tales of mighty battles of good and evil

it came to face witches of hell

from a place of light goodness eternal peace

invading their unholy domain

with a cosmic intensity of uncorrupted light

freeing mankind from this plight!

 

Unknown to the billions of living human kind

this time righteousness was defined!

 

But the battle rages on all around us!

 

The quiet coven would be back!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Escalator!

On that long steep downward escalator

amongst the commuters

a gaunt motionless girl did appear

at first not being noticed

until people walked right through

then panic did ensue!

 

Instantly it spread just wanting to escape

pushing in both directions

staff feared there could be casualties

what had caused the event

on a week day the main station disrupted

as such chaos erupted!

 

A manager looked up from the lower level

at the sheer stairway angle

seeing the hunched figure halfway up

that never seemed to move

no response to his voice so started to climb

as around him was oozing slime!

 

The escalator that had been eerily stationary

began to creek into action

but it had been switched off sometime earlier

and the black slime increased

now becoming very slippery under his feet

definitely not feeling upbeat!

 

Four others were trapped as the flow rose

oozing out of every crevice

running the only way onto the platform

she stood by the tunnel entrance.

now countless more joined in a silent leer

what was going on here?

 

Dread filled their hearts were they going to die

turning slowly to each other

in unison grasped tightly their hands to pray

looking back it was clear

everything seemed normal an empty station

what was the explanation?

 

The escalator as they approached was working

and being used as normal

it seemed the incident lasted only minutes

and was resolved quickly

could it have been a mass linked hallucination

a paranormal invasion?

 

Their lives changed forever as it’s often said

getting on with their work

what they’d seen etched into their memories

months later it came to light

while urgent was work carried out on the line

by the Do Not Enter Tunnel sign!

 

As they dug deep a mass grave was discovered

it was established from the plague

that no authority had realised was even there

had this been the ghosts they saw

nothing touched but care and respect shown

to the many unknown!

 

Sightings are a regular occurrence even now

but less frightening somehow

what triggered this event was never found

to the many this was profound!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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