Watching!

Just sitting watching the traffic flow

for a second everything became slow

thought must be tired after last night

recently had eyes tested were alright

did not notice anything more until

my girlfriend seemed not to stay still!

 

Assuring me she was static looking at me

could not understand why this did not see

then after that everything became so crazy

for me each day living started to be hazy

worried that maybe I was going mad

with these events it could only be bad!

 

It made me question the reality we live in

those nagging doubts of society did begin

are we part of an endless electronic game

from then on nothing ever seemed the same

what is the truth of this Earth we inhabit

with a sickening dread where do we all fit?

 

Is this growing trepidation only in my imagination?

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

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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.

 

 

Hikers!

The mixed group of hikers felt a slight tremor

as the wind picked up

on a desolate icy and snow filled wilderness

lost as the heavy snow

hit their bodies as the temperature dropped

it would be foolish if they stopped!

 

Finally found a sheltered area safe to camp

protection from the elements

though some equipment lost on the trail

had enough supplies for now

six-men and women huddled in a tent

it would be a night of torment!

 

It had been reported bright lights were seen

falling from the swirling clouds

the night before the hikers passed through

from details on investigation

during the atrocious storm they left the tent

for some unknown intent!

 

More hikers alerted the rescue authorities

after finding the deserted camp

there seemed to be no signs of any struggle

search parties were formed

finding their mangled corpses what desire

going out only in night attire!

 

None being alive at first it was thought bears

the culprit of a despicable act

injuries caused by a weapon not any claws

covered all the bodies

but what had drawn them out into such cold

would the truth ever be told?

 

No tracks beside the victims could be detected

adding to this enigma

many reported feeling nauseated on the recovery

and were glad to leave

sensing whatever had done this was very nearby

they to could easily die!

 

Tests carried out later gave them more surprises

tissue and fluid samples found

were not of human origin adding to the conundrum

many years later unsolved

few would ever venture to the area no locals dared

either sensible or truly scared!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Perfect!

Such a nice neat white-painted house

it drew my attention

had to stop and admire so perfect

yet was it just a facade

a child’s swing moved on its own

by who was unknown!

 

Toys on the verandah indicated children

yet there was no sound

it appeared as if nobody lived here now

but shadows could be seen

outside the double garage stood a car

waiting to be driven bizarre!

 

The path through a white gate spotted

with dark brown stains

no other indication it was a crime scene

of horrendous brutality

here I would have been happy to reside

its secret no more could it hide!

 

The last family no longer within did live

the step son the only survivor

of five who lived and enjoyed this home

now in police custody

it was reported by a local news station

they needed more information!

 

Morbid curiosity had brought me here

even from the pavement

terror made my skin prickle with fear

as if from beyond the grave

sadness made me want to cry in sorrow

for them no tomorrow!

 

Backing away from there wanted to leave

as a child waved at me

so clearly from an upper window petrified

left the perfect house

never to return yet the images remained

what I saw unexplained!

 

The trial of the only survivor and accused

went on for several months

his defence trying to get an insanity plea

as he kept saying a voice

told him to kill his family but was rejected

guilty of murder the judge directed!

 

His sentence was to die by lethal injection

no date had been set

the news by this time had other stories

for a while it went quiet

until he was found lifeless in his prison cell

the cause nobody could tell!

 

Shortly after this he was seen by witnesses

within the garden and house

roaming about as if he was still searching

a blank expression on his face

even though he had been recently cremated

this mystery is still debated!

 

Few were keen to enter inside the perfect house!

 

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

 

Breakdown!

The breakdown service received a frantic call

a frightened voice spoke

a females car for some reason would not start

in a side street close by

a priority call was put out to quickly assist

an area where trouble did persist!

 

As the mechanic approached the dingy street

he could see the callers car

bonnet lid was up and drivers door open wide

cautiously parked behind it

consternation overcame him this was sinister

what was his escape perimeter?

 

Got out to take a closer look at the empty car

a street light shone brightly down

nobody was to be seen noticing scratches

on the deeply dented roof

a trail of what could be blood on the ground

hearing a faint screaming sound!

 

Though he knew the rule was to radio control

his instinct made him pursue

thinking only of the woman’s desperate plight

holding a spanner followed the noise

along the semi derelict and littered pavement

searching for victim and assailant!

 

Saw no other living soul as he followed the trail

it went into an overgrown garden

female cries were louder also a disturbing growl

almost afraid to step forward

moved on gripping his make do weapon tight

not suspecting the coming sight!

 

Behind a dilapidated and rotting garden shed

saw beast with taught grey skin

ripping at the females flesh laying so still

into the fray he went on instinct

hitting it hard but the spanner rebounded

and on him the thing rounded!

 

Fang like teeth with large pitch black eyes

it charged him he reeled back

falling managed grabbed a piece of wood

with a sharp point he lunged

ripped into the body that made it divert

just disappeared sure it was hurt!

 

Dizzy bruised and shaken ran to the woman

sure with blood loss was dead

amazed felt a faint pulse picked up and ran

no time to think had to get help

after leaving her in casualty sat traumatized

as the events in his mind formalised!

 

What had he just confronted in that garden

nobody would believe his account

still had to ring his firm with an explanation

glanced at his own bruises shaking

thinking of that beast roaming somewhere

close by of this was too aware!

 

Heard loud talking the police had been called

no longer his tale could be stalled!

at this point unsure if the woman was alive

uncertain of the future deeply sighed!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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.

 

 

 

Aware!

An odd sensation was all she was aware

a pain and the darkness

awoke suddenly alone in her apartment

as if from a deep sleep

everything seemed exactly as before

yet different was so sure!

 

On the large settee she found herself laid

adjusting her blurred vision

her pet dog came to lick the hanging hand

but never felt the sensation

concerned sat up it was then she realised

life had been deprived!

 

Her body was on the settee white and still

yet she seemed so real

the dog slowly backed away as if in fear

her husband came in

from a night shift and to her side ran

a tired shattered man!

 

She had loved him now could not touch

only watch as he tried

to revive the woman he had just wed

phoning for an ambulance

in shock laid beside her loudly praying

their pet with a ball playing!

 

Paramedics came very quickly with aid

watching expecting the light

her husband holding their fluffy pet dog

hearing every word they said

both tried everything to start the heart

not wanting her forever to part!

 

Surely it was too late life had now passed

but a weird sensation

more pain a deep breath and a gentle kiss

a warm hand gentle breath

knowing she was back alive and not alone

really hearing his soft tone!

 

Upon a stretcher drips in arms on oxygen

heading to the medical centre

heard a voice an image of her dead father

faintly saying not your time

my precious child but I am always near

later was certain she did hear!

 

Eighteen months seemed to have flown by

their dreams had come true

back in hospital for birth of their child

the problems now melted away

happily over time her strength grew

incredibly life had begun anew!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

The Brick Wall!

The couple thought it must be cheaper

modernise in their own design

as the debts started getting steeper

then no indication or sign

but unable to find one at the right price

just the thought was very nice.

 

Weeks passed wondering if they’d find

their home to renovate

or how their lives would be maligned

and what kind of state

somebody had a property for sale

was this the end of the trail?

 

From the first viewing they truly loved it

and set about their task

though in the basement had to admit

each had to wear a mask

an unpleasant smell lingered there

but couldn’t find where!

 

The drains it was thought the cause

not easy having to stay here

to save every penny couldn’t pause

but the fun began to disappear

a brick wall blocked their progress

and did look grotesque!

 

Deciding to finish the rest of the house

before starting on the wall

noticing tapping sounds in the night

below a shadow did crawl

they went down stairs hearing a cry

scary they could not deny!

 

Loud scratching noises were very clear

coming from the basement

with joint trepidation both did peer

not wanting to make a descent

but felt impelled to solve the enigma

a mystery here did stir!

 

Petrified found themselves  standing

in front of the brick wall

a sledgehammer there demanding

a powerful urge it must fall

hidden strength made the man strike

what her laid they did dislike?

 

Reeling back in disgust and disbelief

two decomposing bodies sat

even they felt overwhelming grief

no way expecting that

soon it was another major crime scene

a dream that might have been!

 

The house remains the bricks still lay

from the wall today

the mystery remains who they were

as strange things still occur!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Moment!

That tender moment is still within Still

as the pain of parting was hard to take

not knowing when our bodies would touch

in the long nights that had yet to be.

Bad dreams ran through my thoughts

would I ever touch or smell your being

off to war your orders had told you

flying with your comrades and crew!

Countless news reports and horror stories

had made us feel an internal dread

forewarned of the dangers that lay ahead

in a country where there was bitterness.

A distant world that was far from me

isolated in an area of frightening hostility

where communication was greatly restricted

and far to many heinous images depicted!

When would that moment guide you back

how empty is the soul that I alone possess

stabbing pains started to make me shake

a nagging voice then invaded my sensorium.

As contact was suddenly lost with you today

two soldiers came reluctantly to my door.

for your country with regret you had died

in sadness I mourn my heart filled with pride!

The sacrifices that the military undertake in action

brings for some cause for violent reaction!

if only that elusive peace could one day be achieved

forever the hatred from mans lives relieved!

The Foureyed Poet.