No!

Where have they gone those days of fun

to be out with the family in the sun

simple times no television families talking

then no fear of monsters stalking

all together each Sunday for dinner and tea

that filled everybody with glee!

 

No expectations or need for material wealth

or trips to the gym for your health

plenty of plain food and that afternoon walk

happy then to simply sit and talk

computer games and smart phones yet to be

both hands and thoughts free!

 

Countryside unspoilt with no motorway blight

or endless buildings to block the sight

any news was not broadcast twenty four seven

holidays not abroad but sunny Devon!

but even then warnings of world destruction

were not broadcast like a film production!

 

Cannot deny it was far from a perfect society

far from that hope of propriety

to me seemed more contained not in your face

life was at a far slower pace

enjoyment was more simple the pressure less

no buzz word then known as stress!

 

But every decade has its ample recollections

filled with countless imperfections

catastrophes that shape the course of history

distressing cases that remain a mystery

so each new dawn we face a fresh blank day

to see if our lives continue to replay!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Glowing!

Saw a bright object over a distant hillside

as the sun was setting on a warm evening

darkness was closing in slow motion

a few hang gliders had their final flights

the craft seemed to come from nowhere

stationery then it was not there!

 

Staring at nothing as the light blinked out

thinking it was a trick of my vision

but it reappeared once more on the hill

at speed putting on an aerial display

suddenly dark helicopters came into view

pursuing the object that split in two!

 

Intrigued had to get closer did not care

just as the object sped in my direction

followed by these military type aircraft

buzzing me as if to give a warning

then the glow blended back into one

and its show was now done!

 

Becoming bright red went out like a candle

the unmarked choppers this could not handle

hovered for a few seconds then flew away

me awe-struck but what part did they play?

 

What had I witnessed that warm night!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Hell Cave!

Deep dank low and dark narrow tunnels

eventually led to the altar

where devil worship had been practiced

within its cold lonely interior

unspeakable deeds and sacrifices given

the one they seeked had risen!

 

This was what had been told of hell cave

carved out of the hard granite

split in chambers claustrophobic and cold

part of an evil rich mans club

women brought here as part of their fun

from the light of gods sun!

 

With many deaths spirits were trapped

unable to find that peace

the present owners would not divulge

if it was still used for the occult

on those days doors were locked tight

when only a few had an invite!

 

Several times a month ghost hunters

were freely allowed to roam

entering into an oppressive domain

to seek the tortured souls

manikin’s depicting passed events

in the void your fears it vents!

 

Looking like ghosts ready to pounce

the cave sloping downwards

narrowing as you reach the final part

where the altar is situated

in the centre of a circle used for magic

for victims the ending tragic!

 

In this atmosphere the group staying

were subjected to screams

voices around them and objects throne

high electro magnetic readings

even though the electricity was not on

the possibility of contact strong!

 

Adding to the rise and drop in temperature

making them feel unwanted

and a shape of a human seen and captured

on an infra-red still camera

were glad when dawn came and could leave

exhausted it was a reprieve!

 

As they left to check all the evidence collected

on the experiences reflected!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Terrifying!

The large empty field next to the motorway

lay unused until workmen arrived

there was a fear houses would be built here

instead large solar panels appeared

covering the once wide open fertile farmland

even the council did not understand!

 

An international company had bought the site

to erect these panels for electricity

intending to cover many more fields of green

that spoilt the natural contour

some conspirators were sure there was  more

in their plans a hidden flaw!

 

Risking being caught to observe the progress

security was very tight there

unmarked trucks delivered tons of equipment

and a small building took shape

the massive array aimed at an angle to the sun

a fence erected the work done.

 

It seemed a legitimate project yet it felt wrong

even at night the panels glowed

to each of the gathered group they pondered

was this a guidance beacon

or some sinister portal connecting the planets

this notion made them perplexed!

 

To them the complex had an inhuman appearance

vehicles with unusual markings

patrolled the fields and high electrical fencing

yet could find no information

nothing should be on this body of  pasture land

definitely something underhand!

 

 

The daily hustle and bustle continued close by

in the day nobody was visible

the group had tried to contact the ministry

yet never receiving a reply

a theory began to formulate in their wrangling

into what were they all tangling?

 

One day as the sunset inside the only building

it started to glow and hum

the panels slowly turned into a massive circle

next tilting directly upwards

a blinding light pierced the upper atmosphere

the colour blue pure and clear!

 

That surge of  immense power physically hit them

a spectacle that lasted seconds

but left an impression bring abhorrence mankind

a terrifying form of space travel

had begun it would bring the earth to destruction

by humans own construction!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Polluted!

The sun shines its golden light and heat

down on a polluted sad landscape.

Why humans seem unable to see

this world is dying all around their feet.

Trees  by natures winds bending their shape

blowing around the earth uninhibited free.

Nature reserves and precious countryside

disappears as more and more buildings appear.

Roads manifest scaring more areas that remain

the urban crawl moves on less places to hide

As boundary lines are becoming unclear.

noise and traffic fumes gain pace how insane.

Towns within towns villages absorbed as well

no mercy for natural green open spaces.

Countryside and animals blend into the sprawl

scavenging from the humans disposable hell

Covertly hardly ever leaving any trace

adapting and caught up in our almighty fall.

 

I can remember fifty years ago. More green fields less road traffic and fewer people. No home computers or mobile phones.  Villages where villages and town were towns and nice roads in between.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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