Sinkhole!

Outside of the desert camp gates

a sinkhole had appeared

during the long cold dark night

their entrance blocked

patrols at the perimeter fence

found cracks so immense!

 

Anybody within were trapped

the only way out fly

but there were no helicopters

nobody knew the cause

deep concern a secret facility

it was an act of hostility!

 

Who was the enemy contact lost

communications down

alone in the middle of a desert

an unseen enemy close

vibrations beneath their feet

with nowhere to retreat!

 

How any invaders could penetrate

or attack undetected

a dark project non-existent site

caused a major threat

no time to initiate self destruct

the project was fucked!

 

Blasts grew louder from below

the ground they stood on

disintegrated as the craft rose

cylindrical and metallic

slowly emerged from the debris

leaving behind the frenzy!

 

From the small sinkhole it grew

until everything imploded

those few soldiers who survived

helplessly watched

as in silence and blink of an eye

it vanished into the sky!

 

The leaders were far from amused

the stolen technology

could lead to the their downfall

those mighty paymasters

defeated by their doomsday device

mankind paying the price!

 

Could such a scenario really happen?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

A Lovely Daughter!

A lovely daughter full of life and hope

spending a day with her family

catching up as she now lived far away

visiting familiar and fond places

memories that could never be erased

so much joy was raised!

 

Strolling along the harbour and old pier

no thought of violence in mind

a link between father and precious child

without any warning a shot

is heard then his child sinks to the floor

his emotions soon to be raw!

 

A lone figure runs quickly from the scene

concerned only with escape

leaving a stunned father holding his sibling

fatally wounded cradled  in his arms

asking for his help he was unable to give

for this atrocity hard to forgive!

 

In silence he stayed until medics arrived

sadly too late for any hope

within those seconds reality had changed

a precious life denied

real happiness taken by a culture of evil

her place nothing could fill!

 

Rest in peace another victim of a violence!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

Route!

As usual he put in the first business postcode

before heading off for the day

into his firms car built-in satellite navigation

just the normal routine

nothing seemed wrong on that early morning

what happened no warning!

 

A good weekend with the family those memories

in his mind still lingered

from the office headed onto the motorway north

to his clients busy factory

he was an insurance agent all claims had to assess

check the damage and mess!

 

Lot of travelling away from home but his own boss

not knowing the route

had to rely on a route finder always got him there

onto dual carriageways

the voice female and posh accent somehow soothing

like a friend he was approving!

 

For a moment the voice stopped maybe a poor signal

map still showed the direction

it was not for long yet when it spoke again it was deep

and a male voice strange

wanting to get to his destination thinking just a glitch

no time for any hitch!

 

Map was still showing the same direction as before

keeping eyes on the road

as the deep tone proceeded with the directions

now decided to stop

at the next service area along his present way

but no exits signs on display!

 

Eventually it narrowed to a single track he slowed

and the voice said exit

in two hundred yards turn left lost had to obey

soon coming to a village

the car came near to a church stop he was told

the place was neglected and old!

 

Stopping looking at the drab buildings and gardens

it began to seem familiar

certainly not where he had hoped to be by now

the friendly voice had returned

make a u-turn as soon as possible then next right

to hear that was a delight!

 

Almost afraid to get out plucked up the courage

yes this was where he was born

but why had he been brought back to his home

nobody was left of his family

they were all laid to rest in the church cemetery

this vivid in his memory!

 

The church door opened and his mum was there

welcome home my son

as she spoke his dad was by her side smiling

it became much brighter

so pleased to see them yet what did it mean

began feeling so serene!

 

Then heard frantic voices calling out his name

flashing lights and discomfort

opening his eyes a mask over his face dizzy

he is awake a voice shouted

unable to move was lifted into the ambulance

then blackness and silence!

 

Please Jim wake up you’re having a nightmare

too much to drink again

you will be late the traffic will be busy by now

rudely made to get up

soon sat in his car on an early Monday morning

into his mind the dream came roaring!

 

Decided after that he would take the day off!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

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The Tattered Flag!

On the edge of an open field hung the tattered flag

the only indication of the battle

long forgotten the torment of lost innocence

or names of the fallen soldiers

one more conflict where nothing had been won

there a feeling of death still hung!

 

Bodies buried in shallow graves where each fell

young lives ended in torment

grass now covered the site and sheep grazed

where restless souls still roam

no cannon or musket fire nor smell of cordite

as two armies clash in the fight!

 

Silence is what greets the visitor to this field

pleasant during daylight hours

as the shadows lengthen a mist hangs low

and voices have been heard

crying out longingly on the endless breeze

rustling the grass and trees!

 

The tattered flag blows proudly in its salute

to those nameless soldiers

from long ago whose spirits will never leave

all those families of the fallen

remember their ancestors ultimate sacrifice

in war a cruel and futile device!

 

The tattered flag remains as a remembrance!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Afraid!

The woman was so completely afraid

she just wanted to die

her nerves now completely frayed

no longer tears to cry

the family she loved had expired

exhausted and tired!

 

One other was here in this residence

the son she had born

not normal but brooding and intense

the happiness torn

against his cunning they had no chance

as on each he did advance!

 

He saw no love nor for them any affection

void of  any emotion

like an animal caged he had no connection

by instinct not devotion

thought of them purely as his prey to stalk

on all four limbs did walk!

 

Had broken free from his shackles and prison

the beast began to roam

the smell of blood within in him his lust risen

this place a lair not home

his mother was afraid she being the last alive

had lost the will to survive!

 

Could not let her son destroy anybody outside

knew him she had to kill

it had to be done from him no longer could hide

this last act had to fulfill

sat in the nursery with her son had been born

feeling alone scared and forlorn!

 

That moment arrived sensing he was getting  near

a growl not a human sound

an odor of putrefied flesh made her task more clear

for she had been found

as the beast lunged for her body the knife she held

pierced its chest the son felled!

 

Silence for the mother lay crushed under the weight

afraid no more the monster defeated

none left to tell the frightening tale of fear and hate

or the horrors to be repeated

until one day a distant cousin knocked on the door

regretting that move for sure!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

ted state

The Lodger!

The single young woman found it was hard

even though working

to pay the bills and the large mortgage to

she needed a lodger

providing extra income so she could cope

this really was the hope!

 

The lodger arrived late on an winter evening

there on the front porch

an old suitcase clasped in bony hand

speaking in a quiet voice

harsh whisper in a monotonous drone

yet had a chilling tone!

 

Said she had read about the room to rent

yet not contacted by phone

the owner reluctant to let her come inside

struggled paying the bills

regrettably no other enquiries  received

she could only proceed.

 

From the first meeting doubt was embedded

within her inner fears

already the warmth of her home had waned

showed her the room

gave her approval she would take it uttered

in agreement muttered!

 

Moved in that night with no other luggage

went in the room in silence

the door shut yet the owner full of dread

what had she let in her house

sat in the lounge listening to the television

already regretting her decision!

 

Decided to sleep down  in the lounge that night

later thought it was silly

to allow her imagination to spook her thoughts

the lodger would be fine

three days passed before eventually emerging

trouble began surging!

 

Unable to comprehend what she was doing

no food had been taken in

could not recall if the toilet had been used

not feeling well stayed inside

never been sick as this trying to think back

or so much energy lack!

 

The lodger crept about now mainly in the dark

the place would not heat

it was constantly cold and so many flies buzzed

always a dank mouldy smell

filled the air never had this before she came

nothing could she blame!

 

In the end decided had to make conversation

depression was overwhelming

even hard to climb the stairs breath short

soon outside the room stood

before she could knock the door it opened

into emptiness did descend!

 

Compelled to enter there saw the gaunt figure

empty eyes and  almost skeletal

went to speak but there was a piercing scream

followed by a blinding light

she woke with a shudder and fell off her bed

thinking she must be dead!

 

Finding her heart was racing knew she was not

sat shaken on the thick  rug

cold no more really went to the lodgers door

finding it was slightly open

summed up the courage to go right inside

had to face not hide!

 

But it was empty the lodger seemed to have left

the tension and fear had lifted

the odours and flies were not about any more

though she had not existed

strange had it been an awful nightmare she had

certainly never had one that bad!

 

Came home from work around seven that evening

got herself something to eat

then there was a faint tap upon the front door

wondering who it could be

nobody usually called at this time without a call

went to answer it down the hall!

 

Devastated to see a thin pale girl holding a suitcase

within  her bony hand!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Old Canal Bank!

They thought it was just a large cat on the grass

by the old canal bank

drawing near the object dived into the water

large ripples spread outwards

yet silence remained creating an atmosphere

that deep-seated fear!

 

All seemed so natural the same familiar scene

over the surprise walked on

continuing chatting along the narrow tow path

reaching their favourite seat

facing the murky water the object was again sat

thinking maybe a big rat!

 

How they tried to ignore this persistent entity

there ominously not moving

to their dismay it was soon joined by another

that slid onto the bank

this was definitely bigger it began to slither

as their nerve began to wither!

 

Realising there was danger they began to run

knowing the short cut out

back onto the bustling rush hour town centre

with unprecedented speed

the now visible snake-like creature  attacked

the momentum they lacked!

 

The last to go was caught and swallowed whole

witnessing this appalling event

three friends stumbled away in complete terror

as the smaller beast lunged

tearing at a young girls foot she screamed pain

breaking free before it bit again!

 

Reaching what they hoped was a safe location

stood on the bridge looking down

upon the now tranquil canal below their feet

with no signs or undulations

what were they why had it killed their mate

for him help was too late!

 

Now in and on the canal bank nothing stirred!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Friends Had Said!

Friends had said leave him don’t take the pain

he’ll really hurt you one day!

The young mum knew in her heart it was true

but she loved this man.

His abuse she took thinking it was not meant

both at the age of consent!

 

Would not admit that she feared her partner

the blows just pressure release.

She also worked the bruises were well hidden

harder now with the kids.

Somehow couldn’t break away from his power

each was a dangerous hour!

 

One day the tension was impossible to contain

and the violence excelled.

Terrified she left taking the two crying babes

leaving them with relatives.

Her husband had followed the row continued

his anger had truly stewed!

 

In the street and back in their miserable home

all control was now lost!

Each blow hurt more cries for mercy ignored

this time it never stopped

Then there was no more motion only silence

losing the strength for defence!

 

He stood without any emotion just indifference

leaving his wife and a mother.

Dead on the carpet at the age of twenty-five

should have had many years.

Laying alone as this man-made his futile retreat

her children never again to meet!

 

We can only hope justice will be done!

 

The Foureyed Poet

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