Maybe!

Maybe it was just chance or a well-played plan

but like a fairy tale the woman

became acquainted with the much older man

making him spill his coffee

with that virtuous flicker of long eyelashes

that upon his jacket splashes!

 

A slight blush as it was he who apologised

their eyes met and he was smitten

caught was it chemistry or a hidden agenda

to him it was magical luck

had recently got divorced that still really hurt

how good it felt to once again flirt!

 

Blinded by a beautiful woman chatted happily

both becoming touchy feely

drunk more than he usually did that evening

had verbal diarrhea was happy

remembered walking out with this female

from there it was a memory fail!

 

With a jolt awoke in a bed with white sheets

alone his clothes strewn around

a trail of water droplets led to the bathroom

with a throbbing headache

his desperation to vomit and pee was intense

as none of this did make any sense!

 

Staggering through the open door at the sink

the trail ended on the steamy mirror

a word Sucker written saw his own pasty face

then a dark figure from behind

hit him over the head again lost consciousness

last thought his future ominous!

 

Aroused with a slap and loud shouting in his ear

handcuffed to a bare dirty table

two men sat staring from across the small room

demanding to know where she was

where had he hidden the body of their comrade

confused at the question so afraid!

 

His thoughts scrambled by drugs drink and brutality

engulfed in a bizarre situation

here with no answers help or any means of escape

vague flashes of a bar and a girl

as the pain in his head began to get more intense

nothing to him made any sense!

 

After endless questions the interrogation stopped

dragged and thrown into a cell

he had been a banker who had let his guard down

and given them pass codes

while he had been detained had ransacked his flat

of no more use he was hit with a bat!

 

A week later his remains were pulled out of the river

back in the same up market bar

a young woman approached the middle-aged man

he was an executive of a large firm

how his ego was raised as she smiled and spoke

then gently his hand she did stroke!

 

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Rang!

For the first time had not switched her cell phone off

a late night with friends was so tired

just fell on the bed and remembered nothing until

the ring tone rang loudly by her head

she thrust out her arms knocking it out of her reach

went back to sleep dreaming of a sandy beach!

 

That was short lived as the cell phone rang once more

this time woke with her head banging

followed the sound peeved picked it up and answered

at first silence then a growl greeted her

reeling back dropped it switching on the bedside light

bewildered by this odd event!

 

Grabbed the pillow and hugged it tightly afraid to move

as it rang just stared at the flashing screen

without anything touching it the call was connected

a voice called her name ‘Ally I can see you!’

looking all around  could see nobody she shrieked

from her urethra the urine leaked!

 

The telephone clicked off yet felt a presence was here

frozen could not even cry out

her throat seemed dry and swollen there was no saliva

before she could ring her friend

it rang again staring at it could not move a muscle

from under the bed heard a rustle!

 

The phone answered itself and the voice even more sinister

said You are nice I want to be with you”

at that very moment two long bony hands gripped her duvet

at the end of the bed then a head

rose bald large bulging eyes a grey body the thing squatted

the flesh looked as if it had rotted!

 

With nowhere to go the young lady stared back helplessly

just said “Hello! the phone rang once more

could just make out her friends name Jane on the screen

but this thing made a terrifying yell

before leaping her life at that moment had gone forever

her blood spattered by arterial pressure!

 

A few hours later her friend came in upon the horror scene

just saw the bloody mess where Ally had been!

 

Ran out never to return Jane’s remains  were never found!

 

 

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Dog Walk!

She had got into the routine each evening

since getting her dog.

A chance to exercise after a day at work

living alone wasn’t good.

It was lovely having a companion and pet

contentment had been met.

 

Everything was well when she at last got home

the puppy ready for his walk.

So as usual changed into more casual ware

and off they happily went.

To the nearby community woodland park

by now it was getting dark.

 

Far later than they usually came now uncertain

about entering the trees.

It had taken on a completely foreboding feel

once within the boundaries.

Sadness consumed her being upon each tread

as she looked ahead!

 

Following the sound of her excited pets bark

saw a man by a tall elm.

Her dog was scratching at its base and roots

acting like he wasn’t there!

As she drew near there was no  man in sight

could he be in some plight?

 

Uncertain who he was or could be the threat

got hold of her precious pet.

Putting on his lead so would not run off again

curious why he was digging.

Never done that before while they were here

but too dark to see clear!

 

Hurrying back home weary of him following

on the path easier to see.

Relieved as she got in safely both unharmed

then contacted the police.

Early the next day they came around to visit

suggestion better she sit!

 

Informing her that where the dog was digging

a body had been found.

It had been established the remains were male

and not been there long!

To her that was who she saw standing so sad

remembering feeling so bad!

 

Giving her statement the best that she could

knowing they wouldn’t believe her!

 

That it was a Ghost!

 

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The Isolated Ranch!

On the isolated ranch few visitors ever came

the father a hard worker.

Inherited the vast ten thousand acre spread

from his strict parents.

His wife two sons and a daughter lived here

conditions rather austere.

 

Not a wilderness to be wandering on your own

where herds of cattle roamed.

And stories of  monsters and ghosts were told

once it was open plains.

Where native indians and buffaloes were prey

when settlers began to stray!

 

Over the many generation of human hardship

unexplained events occurred!

Their live stock was being found mutilated

making them become more alert.

Blood drained the bodies surgically dissected

detected when closely inspected!

 

Also it was common to see lights coming down

and then rapidly rising again!

What it was nothing could be actually proved

unmarked helicopters hovered!

A blanket of silence and misinformation existed

official reason they resisted!

 

knowing there were creatures of unknown origin

finding foot prints of weird design.

Father and sons while camping saw large shapes

scurrying in the shadows.

The wife and daughter back from dance class

big eyes watched from the grass!

 

They knew around their isolated ranch on the plains

this unsolved mystery still remains!

 

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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.