Pyjamas Trend!

Maybe I am old-fashioned in my ways

but could not believe my eyes

entering a supermarket they were there

customers in pyjamas browsing

unperturbed in their out of place attire

their appearance could not admire!

 

Onesies multicoloured dressing gowns to

is it so hard to put on clothes

to wander around shops and superstores

this would not feel right for me at all

but appears to be an ever-increasing trend

that many do seem to defend!

 

If they do not want to put on proper clothing

ban them surely is the correct way

do we really have to share this ghastly display

what can we expect from them next

beds to be provided and lights turned down low

the staff silent and upon tip toe!

 

Clearly it is common sense that this laziness trend

should without doubt come to an end!

 

Or is it me being a grumpy miserable spoil sport?

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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House-The Entry!

The house stood like a blot on surrounding lands

as a group of teenagers intensely stared

in unity plotting a plan rubbing their chilling hands

they would investigate a decision shared

two boys and two girls of the same age nineteen

determined to go as eyes watched unseen!

 

Petrified to cross the boundary held hands outside

came some distance from their homestead

laughing with a perverse sense of fun none did hide

realising soon some could be within dead

had cameras torches and recording devises to hold

on entry noticed it had suddenly got cold!

 

No turning back now from this unholy inner sanctum!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Hidden!

Not a believer sat enthralled listening to the woman

whom had paid thirty pound

to see what the future could possibly be for her

declaring she was a medium

claiming to get messages from spirits of the dead

as yet hard to believe what she said!

 

Skeptically minded listened to the information told

nothing of substance spoken

until details only she could have known emerged

a sense of wonder filled her mind

indicating a stance performed in front of mum

words spoken made her numb!

 

Hidden moments only she had saved into a memory

with doubts of an afterlife

faltering in that long believed certainty it did not exist

either she was a mind reader

or messages were really from those of the departed

to us a realm still uncharted!

 

Leaving wanting to accept spirits were fact and existed

but somehow this hope resisted

to many in society they know for certain that’s its true

but equally millions do not hold this view

that angels and demons battle for our immortal souls

or reincarnate coming back taking on new roles!

 

There is so much still in the category of the unknown

she left more confused and fearful

shaken by what the fortune-teller knew of her life

that nobody could have found out

yet comforted that death maybe only an illusion

but had still not been proven!

 

Could the departed haunt us from another plain

still really sounded insane!

 

For any answers would have to wait for her end date!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Cyclist!

Late one evening in a small England town

a car driver noted

as he drove in his car on a familiar road

coming to a small roundabout

how it seemed to him unusually dark

being near a local park.

 

At that moment a sixth sense kicked in

instantly applying the brakes

with no conscious thought he stopped

in front of him a cyclist

sitting shocked stared at the young lad

not hitting him so glad!

 

Calmly blinking rapidly for a few seconds

the cyclist was no longer there

as a car came up behind he had to move

the whole time it was so quiet

he could not see anybody it was surreal

had it actually been real?

 

To this day he gets a chill passing that way!

 

The Foureyed Poet.