Cheating!

She had no indication that he was cheating

so in love with her handsome man

been happily together more than seven years

married for just over five pure bliss

sexual relations had not noticed problems

attentive as ever the good husband

to friends she described him as so perfect

infidelity certainly did not detect!

 

Even when her best friend made excuses

that coincided with his work

schedule that had never arisen before

a gut feeling came into play

did not want to believe these musings

that flooded her once clear mind

but unable to shake her agitations decided

by her instincts had to be guided!

 

Such an awkward moment confronted him

had known him all those years

but had she really or was it all just a big lie

how shocked he said innocently

always convincing with his puppy-dog smile

that always melted her heart

began to feel guilt ridden for having doubt

to think he had put himself about!

 

Their first major row did not end well that night

he had gone to work early

so never saw him at breakfast received a call

her friend wanted to come around

sensed she had something needed to discuss

both sat nervously eye contact poor

when a guilty conscience could not hide the lie

no longer could the affair deny!

 

Her one true love had cheated living a deception

from that day knew the marriage

was over when he came home told him to leave

refused to admit he had an affair

but left quietly forever to regret losing her love

she to finished with her closes friend

three lives that changed time could not replay

each went their separate way!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

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Pondered!

He pondered why was the motorway empty

during the busy time of day

even the vehicles behind stopped overtaking

coming to a service area pulled in

but nobody was here the place void of life

not even his radio worked now

panic set in it was as though only he existed

into another dimension drifted!

 

Could see the entrance there was a brightness

felt compelled to walk to it

sensed no more fear or doubt as he advanced

focused on the building ahead

that was shimmering brought deep peace within

then realise he was no longer alone

smiling a young woman stood on his right side

at each other both seemed mystified!

 

On the busy motorway the carriageways blocked

emergency crews fighting to release

a young man from his crushed car and on its roof

in the ambulance a twenty something

woman lay unconscious intubated on a drip feed

but heart stopped now unresponsive

paramedics shaken as to her injuries did succumb

as this was not the expected outcome!

 

The male cut free placed him in a second ambulance

but his vital signs were faint

regrettably his heart to stopped and he was deceased

there had been no other casualties

with a sombre mood amongst all the attending crews

the scene was left for investigation

their bodies taken to the hospital pathology department

the paramedics for them both did lament!

 

Neither of them had any recollection of a fatal accident

as together held each others hand

the doors opened they stepped into pure serene light

before them a tunnel and glorious sound

filled with a peace glided in love and untainted delight

their souls freed they were heaven bound!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

The Calling!

Knew it was A risk in the wilderness

but had the calling to come

since he was a child this was his aim

at first the weather was fine

he had brought minimum provisions

seen this place in his visions!

 

This was his predestined lifes mission

had prayed for guidance

had worried parents from a young age

dedicated and well-studied

at twenty knew told them he must go

his family’s misgivings did show!

 

That morning he set off on his mission

rode his rebuilt motorbike

an emotional parting then he was gone

happy that day had come

parked then carried a large backpack

heading up the twisty track!

 

Now absorbed by natural surroundings

within his own thoughts

seemed oblivious to the many creatures

was contented raising his arms

praying loudly and walked as if guided

all needs would be provided!

 

Had no doubt waited his whole life for this

by the fast pure waterfall

drank the pure nectar and settled down

nightfall rapidly approached

under the stars at last he was satisfied

his future would not be denied!

 

He had no fear knew god protected him

this was a hallowed ground

here was untainted by mans savage hand

within was purified of his sins

now with the power and love in his soul

was ready to accept his role!

 

Headed home ready to become the good priest!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Forming!

From the gentle clear blue sky

it changed in an instance

angry red clouds were forming

a crescendo of loud booms

shook the ground beneath me

yet nowhere to flee!

 

No longer that peaceful haven

familiar places burnt

searing and incandescent heat

choking smoke displaced

that sweet exhilarating pure air

in the blinding glare!

 

From a tranquil picturesque scene

into an image of a hell

no warning of impending conflict

upon this scorched earth

life eradicated profuse projectiles

of deadly nuclear missiles!

 

Then darkness filled the heavens

the survivors cowered

most dying of radiation poisoning

as the cycle had started

on a human race that never learned

the ancient planet still turned!

 

Those who had instigated Armageddon

the selected few hid below

in large underground secure cities

feeling safe and detached

from the carnage upon the surface

eradication of the human race!

 

Is this another conspiracy theory?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

The Busker!

Why would nobody want to listen to his music

the passion that kept him going

from an early age he just wanted to be heard

then his parents could not see

the simple melody’s he wrote were so pure

words people would adore.

 

Never thinking he was special just wanting

everyone in his passion to share

begged for a guitar for his twelfth birthday

self-taught himself to play

his parents taken aback by such dedication

never-ceasing determination.

 

Without money to send him to music college

they could only encourage him

and at fifteen made a decision to be a busker

let the public hear the music

finding a spot by the bus station began to play

any nerves soon gone away.

 

The wonderful music and simple words flowed

and the crowds began to grow

those of all ages enthralled by the young man

on his own playing the guitar

confidently with a joyful style loudly singing

into their ears the sound ringing!

 

Happy now his songs with people he could share

not for money but unity he did care!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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Silhouette!

From the crowds I saw your angelic silhouette

luminous and so unbelievably pure

a radiance that filled me with such a warmth

every fear and tension disappeared

even with the growing chanting angry crowd

the aroused mob getting loud!

 

Pushed from behind forced to fall on my knees

on seeking you once more

no longer there that vision of  such loveliness

in contrast to the surroundings

what had been a peaceful and friendly protest

turned to violence and arrest!

 

A passer-by that found themselves in hand cuffs

forced into a police van

no matter what I said my words were ignored

transported to a nearby jail

yet that image sustained my calmness and grief

inside a growing belief!

 

Here certain for a purpose inside so strong

as I waited with many

to be booked in by the custody sergeant

she was here as well

then as our eyes focused just disappeared

this had become weird!

 

In the very spot stood a frightened woman

crying scared and dejected

going across to speak just to show support

we ended up in conversation

like me had been picked up just observing

certainly disconcerting.

 

Her brother amongst the demonstrators

who had been injured

trying to help him was arrested for affray

not knowing how badly hurt

could not get any news felt really dejected

in her domineer reflected!

 

The mission now clear to give you support

both wrongly accused

neither connected to the violent dispute

the girl then revealed

that she had briefly spoken to  a radiant angel

who said it would be well!

 

That somebody will be with you for guidance

and hold your hand

smiling she was right me here by your side

a few hours later we left

no charges made to seek a  brothers condition

distress now in remission!

 

They were brought together as total strangers

but left together as close friends!

 

The angelic figure watched them go satisfied

cupid had done her work!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

A Pure White Feather

A pure white feather floated to the ground

it made no sound.

Was this from my guardian angels wing

comfort to me bring.

Picking it up felt really soft and so pure

now lonely no more.

 

Or was this just my active imagination

creating this sensation.

Hoping angels were watching over me

that I could not see.

Maybe fantasy yet nice to think this way

comforting each day.

 

In truth simply a molted bird feather

but hope that lasts forever.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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