Impulse!

It was on impulse he stopped he thought

this thundery night as the rain fell

in a blinding lightning flash was certain

something was standing ahead

that moment of dread overwhelmed him

certain this was no imaginary whim!

 

Had only one pint with a meal an hour ago

was feeling fine until now

decided to drive on the car would not start

then all the electrics failed

now really scared he just watched the storm

another flash closer a shape did form!

 

It looked like a woman in a white nightgown

long straggly dark hair

soaked the head bowed standing in the road

thinking she was distressed

yet that gut instinct was telling him to stop

this was but a false backdrop!

 

Another loud thunder-clap and bright flash

now stood close to the bonnet

head was raised exposing a grotesque face

skeletal in its appearance

at this shocking image there was no escape

what really was the monstrous shape?

 

Frenzy overwhelmed him he was trapped

pulling at the door handle

until his hands bled he started to go mad

another flash nothing was there

until he sensed movement from behind

for his fate was resigned!

 

With an almighty clap of thunder he knew

it was with him in the car

nobody heard his muffled pitiful screams

as beside him the thing sat

his heart and mind could take it no more

as the rain outside did pour!

 

As daylight broke the storm had abated

a passing farmer found him

lights and engine running on the roadway

glancing in saw the expression

of terror slumped pale staring wide-eyed

he was all alone inside!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

That Moment Of birth!

That moment of a birth the joy and pride

expectations for the perfect future

but often this is not always the fairy tale story

of many whose lives are of misery

and squalor brought up in a violent background

guns and bombs the only sound!

 

Hounded with families out of their natural homes

through history the pattern repeats

stability is something that millions can never know

forced to be nomadic not by choice

some overcome adversity and find the good path

others it will lead to wrath!

 

It has to be said even those in theory who are born

into society’s good life stray

humans can too often be easily led the wrong way

poverty is far from misguiding

for those who have the misfortune to live that life

facing years of this strife!

 

Help is offered in different ways in these catastrophes

aid to support and give a little hope

countries involved do not seem to help their people

relying on aid from western countries

yet hatred and tribal disputes over centuries exist

and hope of peace many do resist!

 

Major nations pursue to take sides violence persists

the compassion factor ignored

corruption or greed has always been in our makeup

nothing has changed in that process

even with the unstable and endless human unrest

is there still not much to be blest?

 

I refuse to give up the belief in mankind just yet!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Found Freedom!

The couple had settled in England

and worked very hard.

Now on holiday in a familiar place

with their two daughters.

His mother also came for the break

somebody their lives would take!

 

But the husband had made enemies

in dealings in his past.

As they relaxed in an idyllic setting

oblivious of the danger!

Hoping their past had been played

it had only been delayed!

 

Not originally from the British isles

they’d found freedom there.

From the troubles in the middle east

but it had not been forgotten.

Festering memories would terminate

when assassins sealed their fate!

 

One early morning a cyclist found them dead

shot twice in the head!

Three bodies in the car engine still running

another also lay nearby!

A child badly wounded and bleeding found

nobody else was around!

 

Another mystery was born that early morn

carnage nobody could understand!

Eight hours later a small child was discovered

hiding under mothers body!

As the news spread of this callous action

it brought a chilling reaction!

 

Bringing home the frailty of human life

and the dangers that await.

Who maybe watching or wish you harm

where mercy has faded.

And violence and revenge is the intention

instead of peaceful intervention!

 

Let us hope sanity for most will prevail!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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