Missed!

He missed that touch and sound of her soft voice

as the coffin was lowered into the grave

why had she died the autopsy was inconclusive

suicide was on her death certificate

married for five years his childhood sweetheart

never thought so soon they would part!

 

There by his side their son who was distraught

just turned eighteen they were close

his eyes viewed the casket as he threw a rose

just before reluctantly leaving

unable to accept she would take her own life

this he knew of his wife!

 

What had happened repeating the question

over and over in his mind

she worked hard too often away on business

never spoke of her own job

as it entailed secretive government contracts

concerned she had to hide the facts!

 

Shattered receiving that middle of the night call

worried from her had not heard

tried to phone countless times but got no reply

leaving earlier with a kiss and touch

promised that she would be save while gone

knew she was positive and strong!

 

Mentioned a car on several occasions had followed

closely behind while out and about

but brushed it off saying it was nothing of concern

expressed anxiety but said do not to worry

on reflection recalling how sinister her voice tone

surely the dangers should have known!

 

Told the police when questioned soon after his loss

mentioned his fears and what she said

nothing was done believing she had taken her life

closing the case and filing it away

he was certain she had been silenced for a reason

eliminated for what they classed as treason?

 

Or  uncovered information not for public consumption

sealing her inevitable death or just his  presumption

laying in their bed turned to where she always laid

knowing her spirit was there but still very afraid!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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By The Roadside!

By the roadside she lay bleeding

nobody attempted to stop

they just sped by without thought

safely cocooned in their cars

some glanced but they did not see

nothing to do we me!

 

Hit by a car that never stopped at all

saw a blur and heard a bang

being wrapped up in his own affairs

escaping from a robbery

a human life never had his priority

he answered to no authority!

 

Long gone from his callous hit and run

the young woman clung to life

the rain began to soak her broken body

conscious she tried to speak

but on impact it had severed her spine

vital signs rapidly began to decline!

 

A row with her parents angrily ran out

at the disapproval over a man

why should she stop seeing him shouted

so what had a criminal record

you cannot change the way that I feel

our love for each other real!

 

As her vital organs began to shut down

she recalled those last hours

unaware the driver who left her here

to die at the side of the road

was the very person she loved so much

the one with the gentle touch!

 

 

Eventually a car did stop to give her aid

it was dad seeking his daughter

devastated finding his child laying there

so badly hurt in the mud alone

rushed to hospital her spirit still strong

recovery hazardous and long!

 

The truth had yet to be revealed!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Bus Stop!

The young woman waited for the late night bus

as she often did after visiting her mum

always alone it had never bothered her before

but that night the bus was late arriving

at first did not notice the dark clothed figure

when she did panic it did trigger!

 

Where it had come from had heard no sound

with the light in the shelter could see

it was possibly a gaunt looking teenage girl

the clothing seemed dirty and ragged

not wanting to stare tried not glance that way

here certainly not wanting to stay!

 

There was no gestures yet a presence was felt

making a large gap between them

was really scared so glad when the bus came

jumping on as the doors opened

had not realised how cold she had become

wished she had stayed with mum!

 

It was then realised she was the only one

the girl had not got on behind her

when getting off enquired with the driver

had he seen the other passenger

replied calmly that nobody was waiting

simply to her the story relating!

 

Added she was not the first who had asked

others to witnessed the ghost

as many years before at that spot a girl died

murdered while waiting for a bus

nobody was ever caught for this awful crime

her spirit doomed to haunt for all time!

 

She never waited for a bus at that stop again

often in her thoughts the images did remain!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Jean!

There the elderly woman sat staring

watching the daily surge

of humanity walking and driving by

not able now to converse

within their own perpetual routine

few ever noticed Jean!

 

When she was young an open space

a village small so quaint

there with parents and four siblings

father a farm labourer

mother the house was her domain

never did she complain!

 

It may have been a humble abode

such a long time ago

reminiscing of years long passed

now the only survivor

had never known any other home

never wanted to roam!

 

For the few who dared to glance

to see what was within

usually saw the derelict eyesore

a decaying old house

boarded up tight well protected

years before erected!

 

Oddly the large lounge room window

was partly uncovered

where Jean sat watching as always

her spirit here remained

it was her home did not want to leave

still existed did believe!

 

Some sure there was something here

a shadowy outline

how the decades passed so quickly by

as the legend grew

of a ghostly figure sometimes seen

not realising it was Jean!

 

Here the dead observed the living!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Castle!

Each apprehensive on this investigation

the ghost hunting team approached

the castle foreboding in the half-light

complete with a moat without water

through a gateway of iron and wood

the castle for centuries here stood!

 

Parking in the cobble stoned courtyard

where the executions were carried out

high walls that seemed angled inwards

creating that claustrophobic sensation

nerves already delicate pulses now fast

shadow of suspicion had been cast!

 

Before they had hardly got out of the cars

noises from the battlements

drew their eyes upwards to see movement

certain somebody was there

besides themselves just security on gate

early excitement did create!

 

The atmosphere was depressing and heavy

as they took a walk around

partly in ruins giving a more sinister aspect

descended into the dungeons

dark and damp a lingering feeling of despair

surrounded them everywhere!

 

Faint cries seemed to be coming from within

overwhelming stench of decay

their stomachs churned with a sense of panic

wanting to scream themselves

had to back out of the cramped prison cell

for a moment was their hell!

 

Heavy footsteps could be heard far above

as if of marching feet

now like being in a never ending maze

disorientated they were lost

could hear heavy doors were banging

chains and keys clanging!

 

Though an experienced paranormal group

they started crumbling

fortunately the equipment tech did not go

being in radio control

contacted him to get them free from location

could think of no explanation!

 

The darkness had become so heavy and dense

heard footsteps close behind

walls became distorted surrounded by orbs

that did not seem like dust

onward bunched tightly together faltered

their purpose never to be altered!

 

Feeling weak as their strength sapped away

a familiar voice could hear

and torch beam ahead coming their way

brought them back to rationality

guided up to base to analyse phenomenon

decided investigation done!

 

Had not realised several hours had passed

a dark spirit embedded within

all determined to return far more prepared

as the activity more than foreseen

reluctantly left the oppressive castle for today

not for long would they stay away!

 

Stopping on a nearby lay-by for one more look

even this their nerves it shook!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

Locomotive!

The steam locomotive glistened motionless

in the railway museum

as visitors clambered in the driver’s cab

handling the large levers

children’s sticky fingers touching so keen

upon this magnificent machine!

 

From a different age of public transport

countless numbers travelled

holiday makers hard pressed commuters

during those days of steam

preserved by railway preservation groups

restored for the fun to recoup!

 

The engine resprayed in its original livery

pride filled the workers

bad luck followed it from scrap to grandeur

accidents had dogged progress

even when being taken off the flatbed truck

moving it in there was bad  luck!

 

Though were professionally trained personnel

that operated the transfer

cables snapped nearly tipping the train over

but through skill was averted

since then six months on much had arisen

creating much division!

 

Visitors had reported a man sitting in the cab

boiler suit and cap smiling

talking to the them seemed to be in control

yet they had no employees

here working on any of the engines displayed

no staff this image surveyed!

 

But after the museum was closed noises heard

as the cleaners worked

described it like shovelling and metal clanging

heavy boots on the floor

even when lights were off that engine shone

something here was wrong!

 

Unexplained incidents happened items fell down

missing visitors and stewards

a feeling of happiness and despair lingered

yet it was the one engine

that everybody who came was always drawn to

the one they wanted to view!

 

It had been a working engine on the main lines

nobody knew its full history

but reports persisted of the friendly driver

maybe who had died

unable to be parted from a life he really enjoyed

his spirit still employed!

 

But there was a strong sense of bad karma as well

did a dark entity haunt it as well?

 

The Foureyed Poet

 

Family Gathering!

A little anxious about the family gathering

meeting his girlfriends parents

it had been six months since their first date

but it was unusual circumstances

coinciding with the funeral of her grandma

this was very odd for sure!

 

For some reason he found himself all alone

sitting in the dinning room

after returning together from the cemetery

there were others to see

feeling out of place an elderly lady entered

startled her coming never heard!

 

She spoke first simply asking him if he was well

and how nice the day had been

nervous he politely agreed and turned away

noticing a picture of her

looking back surprised to find she had gone

never thought anything was wrong!

 

A few minutes later his young lady came in

tears were filling her eyes

he mentioned the photos of the elderly lady

now the tears flooded

that was my lovely gran who we just buried

to comfort her he hurried!

 

Unsure that he should say she was just here

but it just left his lips

with your gran I have just had a little chat

at that second realised

he had seen her spirit both were smiling now

truly comforting somehow!

 

This moment brought them both to realise

how much in love they were

it was though dear gran wanted a close look

of her granddaughters man

bonding them into making that commitment

it made feel really content!

 

It unnerved him thinking she could be near

seemed so solid and real

never would he admit this persistent fear

somehow this did not appeal!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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First House!

Excitement was growing as they searched

for their very first house

how long they had struggled to save

for the large deposit

a new estate was being built nearby

for a mortgage keen to apply!

 

Decided to go down to the site and view

a show homes was built

ready for customers to peruse around

it was late in the evening

so staff were getting ready to go home

but hoped they could roam!

 

The manager was present happily agreed

being muddy boots provided

took them to the show house by a stream

still mainly fields and trees

had a rural yet somehow unpleasant feel

the open space was an appeal!

 

But the couple could see she was anxious

and not keen to stay

this made them ask her what was wrong

reluctantly she spoke

but continued the tour of the real estate

their worries did not alleviate!

 

Standing in the large bedroom told them

that on her first day

came to this part as the base was laid

hearing a voice glanced

towards the sound saw somebody there

a shadowy shape was aware!

 

The couple stood fascinated by what she said

even the temperature dropped

it seemed to them not feeling comfortable

being born in the area

there are always stories told about places

often recalling friends faces!

 

Her best friend had disappeared in the field

that the estate was now on

at first I thought it was her spirit watching

we had been warned to go

but when you are young you see no danger

or the fear then in a stranger!

 

It was not the humans you had to really dread

around the stream monsters

lurked ready to steal those daring to tread

and back to their domain

snatch the innocent young never seen again

only their lost souls would remain!

 

Odd noises could be heard wanted to leave

making excuses tried to get out

but outside the front door several shadows

blocked their exit route

behind them came the strange sales lady

who had become very shady!

 

But tonight I will take anybody with me

it was a shape shifter

becoming a frightening freakish creature

attacking them both

as the workmen came to start their shift

not seeing two more souls adrift!

 

Those who knew the area kept well clear

evil still dwelled here!

the manager was back the following day

same polite manner on display!

 

Nothing more was heard of the couple!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Iron Gates!

It was a day trip to the big city

an adventure alone

sites to see an evening show

a voice in her head

guiding the girl like navigation

to an odd destination!

 

Outside two large iron gates

found herself stood

rusting and was there alone

she see the crowds

on the main road nearby

here wondering why?

 

Being summer it was daylight

behind an empty site

used over centuries for burial

shivered saw a figure

coming quickly in her direction

no time for reflection!

 

Though a cobbled stone street

heard no sounds

now approaching saw the face

monstrous it passed

walked right through the gates

wishing she had skates!

 

Scared seemed to be cornered

more shadowy figures

coming wearing dark cloaks

close behind a hearse

a procession into her view

the panic within grew!

 

Lined up at the iron gates

as if poised waiting

deep inside had memories

drawn to the hearse

there on the name plate

for her did wait!

 

That voice was her own

here they poised

to take her back home

being long dead

was ever a restless soul

often out of control!

 

Her spirit roamed streets

possessing women

just for a very short while

before once more

laying in the graveyard

where the dead guard!

 

The lady in white a legend

was often seen

had died of a broken heart

but nobody knew

that by invading the living

a short time reliving!

 

For years it was a mystery

by the iron gates

young unconscious women

were found slumped

with memory loss perplexed

and demeanor vexed!

 

The locals do not venture near

those iron gates so austere!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Spiritual Frauds!

A believer in the afterlife he had a mission

to seek spiritual frauds

definitely not the first to take on the task

but that was long ago

fraudulent séance’s were still giving hope

with those unable to cope!

 

Even if they did not believe it was a chances

they might make contact

with those so dear in their lives and hearts

seeking that comfort

in that bleakest hour a medium they seek

with those gone to speak!

 

often feeling like a modern day crusader

knowing some were genuine

with the ability to sense any presence

disappointed many were fake

occasionally he met those with spirit

that he could not discredit!

 

Often saw in hotels or on theatre stages

partners acting as the audience

in devious ways to hoodwink devotees

there just to make money

with no regard for those who believed

here for hope not deceived!

 

Then the auditorium hushed not a sound

and onto the large stage

a young woman came such loud applause

what a respectful entrance

from that moment knew she was special

a quality that was celestial!

 

Drawing nearer to the front stalls she called

his name he stared as she spoke

telling him his mother was here watching

and of his quest approved

warmth filled him with her love it was true

from then their connection grew!

 

The two bonded together working in unison

to seek out any spiritual frauds

so those who seek to find truth and comfort

were guided to those legitimate

their love evolved and eventually married

onward their devotion carried!

 

Bringing inner peace to all those who believed in spirit!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

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