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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Eternally!

Eternally the conflicts with no everlasting accord

the children suffering and dying

the grieving families living in squalor and rubble

cries for mercy and peace

as the shells and bombs rained down evermore

who were the enemy nobody sure!

 

The misery continues the guns are never silent

so many torn from their homelands

hidden agendas are pursued the people victims

land scorched buildings flattened

a constant movement of wretched humanity

caught up in the insanity!

 

How the many yearn for that feeling of friendship

when all nations can unite

earth home for humankind to find that respect

know that we are all one people

hand in hand solving problems without threat

when hatred and anger we can forget!

 

Maybe just a dream but the thought gives a spark of hope!

 

TheFoureyedPoet

 

Intruder?

By their appearance together they were happy

even though a short period

had passed romance had certainly evolved

both well-known personalities

in their chosen careers each had excelled

high respect for both held.

 

It could not be predicted what happened

the night before saint valentines

in the early hours awful screams heard

followed by four gunshots

and sirens disturbing the still night air

start of the tragic affair!

 

Emergency services entered a fatal scene

inside the luxury home

a trail of blood and a dead young woman

shot in the man’s arms

the search for the truth would now begin

in a tragedy none could win!

 

The circumstances to this horrendous death

would become complex

the scene did not look right to the trained eye

even to hardened officers

the brutality caused by the shells extreme

silent now that terrified scream!

 

Once the victim and suspect were removed

and evidence was gathered

the large house lay empty the only witness

silent with no voice to tell

unlikely the true facts would be revealed

now ever more within sealed!

 

The young woman could not tell her story

the accused living in unholy glory!

 

Was there honestly an intruder?

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.

 

The Journey!

The waiting room looked neglected and cold

rubbish lay about the floor a silent wind blew

posters hung in tatters from the damp walls

shadows darted about outside the shut door

voices seemed to emanate from somewhere

a foreboding place who would venture here!

 

Upon this scene some strangers willingly came

most unaware of the evil this space had become

where sunlight did not penetrate this dingy room

rats and insects never came within these walls

soon five would arrive with a special connection

that needed a powerful spiritual protection!

 

For there was evil and darkness here on earth

long before that of mankind’s first birth

absorbed into the molecules of god’s creation

intent on possession and extermination!

 

Like angelic super heroes they came to do battle!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Extras!

Are we noticed as we stand or linger

maybe sit or walk about

a flash a blur or going on a specific line

quiet not allowed to shout

unless it is a crowd or part of a scene

extras not meant to be seen

from mighty block busters that thrill

or unknown shows hardly viewed

often forgotten but wait with goodwill

eager and ready to go on cue

spending their days waiting around

for assistant directors command

not always being treated very well

classed as the lowest of the low

under a tyrants rule being given hell

occasionally a walk on part to glow

the silent minority there to support

but too often were sold short!

 

Had been an extra for more than ten years

sometimes felt part of the production

too often made to feel inferior no respect

one rule not to outshine the stars

fill the background and do as you are told

your presence must not be bold!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

Unknown Intent!

Something is watching high in the sky

a silent object hovers of unknown intent.

You feel the urge to let out a bellowing cry

violating your whole being without consent.

Terror overtakes every single action you make

nobody is anywhere near to assist in your plight.

You pray from this nightmare you will awake

as you shake in the loneliness of this night.

The huge dark triangular shape is over your head

is it an alien race from a distant star.

A hopeless empty feeling of total dread

the power has gone from the battery in your car.

How the light is blinding who are these creatures

so pale and thin how they prod and poke you.

Petrified you cannot make out their features

now realising all the stories were actually true.

As it began suddenly it is once again so dark

there is no light no sound or any more pain.

Sitting in your car alone you hear a dog bark

bringing you back to reality are you insane.

Turning the ignition key the car bursts into life

with a deep breath you drive ever faster.

Desperate to get back to your worried wife

will she believe your personal disaster?

 

Dreading it is following you home the UFO!

 

The Foureyed Poet.