True Sceptic!

A true sceptic she told everybody

got to see it to believe they are real

even when out partying was vocal

figments of people’s imaginations

brashly meaning every single word

as she boldly ranted on undeterred!

 

But like most with their closed minds

she found herself in a dire situation

as her boyfriends car just stopped

chugging to a halt in a small village

certain he had filled the car with fuel

she knew he remembered as a rule!

 

On checking the gauge showed full

why had it stopped they both said

there were no street lights anywhere

no cars passed it soon became cold

foliage in the autumn winds blew

as consternation within them grew!

 

Being late unable to use their phones

decided to see if there was a room

in the pub they were now outside

her brash personality was quelled

as she began to feel unnerved here

there was a strange atmosphere!

 

The pub was very old nobody inside

except for a man behind the bar

whom they had to make conversation

enquired about staying the night

there was a bed had a drink and meal

to her the place had an odd feel!

 

Asked about a phone the landlord

stared at them with a blank look

so assumed there was not one

which was odd they both thought

but tired decided to go to bed

as she was getting a fuzzy head!

 

There was nobody to chat to here

nobody to bore or boost her big ego

so up to a room with a roaring fire

and a quaint four-poster super bed

within having a surreal ambience

for them both a new experience!

 

Slept well so comfortable made love

got up no shower just a jug of water

so just had a quick wash and dressed

odd but accepted these peculiarities

had a cooked breakfast went to pay

at the plastic card stared in dismay!

 

Even the money was not happy to take

they eventually left on very good terms

but thought the car was still a problem

tried it thinking the engine might work

amazed it started on the first key turn

stranded no more now not a concern!

 

Drove away from this weird little village

and home to civilisation they were use to

tried to forget all about that night trip

until in conversation she mentioned it

in that area nobody had heard of a place

just open countryside an empty space!

 

Had to go to find out though reluctant

for the first time she had some doubt

about here own life long scepticism

approaching the area saw a signpost

expected to have site of this hamlet

but with a vast emptiness was met!

 

Her True Sceptic stance had to reassess!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

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Highway Robbery!

The moon was high and so bright a concern

for the lone masked rider.

Sitting high on his powerful and frisky horse

waiting patiently to pounce.

Out of sight of the twisty main London road

with the devil he strode!

 

This was his first robbery for the highwayman

prepared to take at any cost.

Poverty and his stubborn pride got him here

rich pickings from passengers.

All he cared about as the adrenaline circulated

how the wealthy he hated!

 

From his vantage point saw it coming at speed

holding the reins very tight.

As the coach neared he came out to confront

but it had no intention to stop.

Making his fiery steed rear violently into the air

that made him curse and swear!

 

Had the opportunity gone by his own blunder

without delay went in pursuit!

Catching up at speed he heard a shot ahead

and the stagecoach slowed.

Arriving saw another rider a pistol in hand

definitely in command!

 

Passengers were ordered out without delay

he noticed the coachman.

Was going for his flintlock he shot him first

surprised his new rival fired.

Back at him thankfully it went past his head

being to intrigued to be dead!

 

Ending up assisting taking their possessions

terrified victims left at the scene.

Racing together to make a good get away

stopping in a hidden copse.

They faced each other and wearily unmasked

in complete surprise he basked.

 

In the surreal moonlight saw a beautiful woman

sitting calmly in his vision.

This was not her first time at highway robbery

she was not from a poor family.

Her motives were for the thrill and adventure

not easy to take in for sure.

 

Yet there was no anger it was if they had to meet

a bond grew from there on.

And a love that would overcome every barrier

for many years to come.

Though with no illusions their alliance could end

but together would transcend!

 

What happened to them is another tale to tell.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

The Cyclist!

Late one evening in a small England town

a car driver noted

as he drove in his car on a familiar road

coming to a small roundabout

how it seemed to him unusually dark

being near a local park.

 

At that moment a sixth sense kicked in

instantly applying the brakes

with no conscious thought he stopped

in front of him a cyclist

sitting shocked stared at the young lad

not hitting him so glad!

 

Calmly blinking rapidly for a few seconds

the cyclist was no longer there

as a car came up behind he had to move

the whole time it was so quiet

he could not see anybody it was surreal

had it actually been real?

 

To this day he gets a chill passing that way!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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