Upon Us!

The suns light beams down upon us

giving life to those below

as they toiled on the parched ground

temperatures souring higher

seasons hard to define as cold and wet

overcome once tropical areas

now natures struggling to find a balance

motion of life could not advance!

 

Unclean air quality adds to human misery

contaminated by harmful elements

that cannot be seen or felt as its absorbed

life becoming more fragile

feelings are out of control under the sun

disasters mount people displaced

the routine of living completely falls apart

kindness is gone exposing a cold heart!

 

Into The Wilderness we go forth!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

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Camping!

Camping on moorland just needed a break

alone with his tent and nature

or that was how it was planned to much on

falling out with partner

solitude was what had always kept him sane

this was how he wanted to remain!

 

Fresh air and a warm starry night it was good

alone without argument

never able to do the right thing he pondered

sipping his hot coffee

in his own world when he first heard a cry

like an injured animal close by!

 

Had a walk around his camp but saw nothing

the view was magnificent

sheep and ponies grazed some distance away

it was then nerves came into play

realising the isolation until now had not cared

his very well-being bared!

 

On the grassy hillside no other human near

close by was swampy ground

saw a walker heading up to his high position

surprised as there was no path

through the water-logged low ground below

seemed to be moving slow!

 

Looking forward for a chat just sat and waited

then were lost from his view

flustered got up the person he tried to locate

but they had simply gone

knew another night would have to spend here

that was certainly clear!

 

Began to miss the quarrels he had left to avoid

as the temperature dropped

settling in his tent for one more lonely night

found it hard to relax

odd noises outside made him shiver with dismay

felt he had become the prey!

 

On the other side of the thin material breathing

well thought it could be

shuffling as if somebody was slowly approaching

almost afraid to take a breath

summoned up the courage to take a quick peek

an explanation to seek!

 

Cautiously took a look a shape he could just see

red eyes stared back at him

a mist swirled upon the ground what was this

a high-pitched shriek

as the thing charged this was the end he thought

next memory woke distraught!

 

The tent had gone laid on top of his sleeping bag

at his feet saw hoof marks

in the soft grass here still completely alone

gathered his belongings

just left as quickly as he could physically walk

with other people needed to talk!

 

A few days later his body was found on a trail path

trampled as if by a hoofed animal

there were no clues to what had actually happened

his wife informed by wallet contents

another death on this land they could not explain

animals were not allowed on the terrain!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is There Somebody There?

That light touch you feel or temperature drop

uneasy sensations you are not alone

interpreted as possibly a ghost is close by you

maybe the slamming of a door

your heart races that chill shoots up the spine

is it really a paranormal sign?

 

Is there anybody there words very often spoken

what would you do if it said yes

thinking naturally nobody was with anyway

intruders would not let you know

has any ghosts you can recall spoken this way

their presence never want to display!

 

I am sure most have heard unrecognisable noises

this is scary in your own home

most sounds are part of the fabric going unnoticed

some make you become alert

imagination can make you anxious of the unknown

and seeds of fear are overblown!

 

Many believe and are certain to have made contact

with those who have died recently

or long ago either family or spirits they do not know

there are different views on belief

are some people sensitive and psychically connect

and others this notion reject!

 

For the growing teams of paranormal investigators

spread throughout every nation

nothing has been resolved with endless hauntings

with more questions than answers

as more technology is involved to find the proof

will sceptics want to find the truth?

 

I am a sceptic honestly is there somebody there?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Waved!

From the passenger deck the family waved

excitedly to their relatives

tears flowing on the dockside far below

their journey about to begin

a hard decision leaving so many behind

already for them pined.

 

Before long pulled away the course was set

the old country disappeared

soon over the horizon and picking up speed

as the temperature dropped

heading towards the freezing north Atlantic

aboard the luxury liner Titanic!

 

The parents full of optimism for their futures

an adventure set in motion

like hundreds aboard this magnificent ship

beginning its maiden voyage

but as life often is an unpredictable gamble

not always a pleasant amble.

 

While trying to settle their excited children

for at least a few hours sleep

high above upon an observation platform

lookouts through binoculars

saw large icebergs as they passed at speed

not slowing onward did proceed!

 

Unaware of  any risks passengers were relaxed

happy and confident it was safe

being told the ship was an unsinkable vessel

and their destination guaranteed!

suddenly there was a slight judder from below

a vibration that began to grow.

 

The clock on the wall in the upper deck cabin

clearly read twenty-three forty

their instincts told them something was wrong

a frantic knock on the door

and a stewards cry get to your lifeboat station

giving no further explanation!

 

A child each grasped tightly in their aching arms

found themselves in the crush

of panic-stricken passengers equally confused

scrabbling to reach the lifeboats

only to discover not enough had been provided

and families were divided!

 

Women and children the priority caused mayhem

fathers were left on the decks

elderly couples not wanting to be separated stayed

some single men tried to get in

being launched half full others tipped up in the sea

many jumped into to be free!

 

As it sank no rescue ships were within the vicinity

the happy couple were parted

the two children cried as they were being lowered

down onto the cruel icy sea

now it was their own father staring with a disbelief

waving trying to hide his grief!

 

Mother and children eventually were rescued

and reached their destination

but returned home their dream now shattered

never to see their father again

nor a young wife to see here beloved husband

without him now they would stand!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

The Dwelling!

The dwelling seemed fine on moving in

not believing in spirits or ghosts

nineteen seventies construction of brick

small but adequate for one

noticed it always had an irksome chill

told nobody had died or been ill!

 

Occasionally the unscheduled eery noises

the feeling of being watched

finding it freezing even with heating on

from storage heaters to gas

with no difference to temperature drops

particularly in the cold spots!

 

 

Thoughts of natural explanations remained

always sceptical to the end

that odd tapping sound on the bedroom door

may well have made them shiver

in the back of your mind an element of doubt

subconsciously wanting to shout!

 

Doors closing and opening must be air pressure

surely was the logical reason

often questioning the state of your own sanity

as items disappear only to turn up

your phone moved from the table perplexing

now on a lower shelf really vexing!

 

I wait to see if my imagination is the route cause

or if there is a spiritual clause!

 

As I alone live within this dwelling!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Perfect!

The temperature was perfect as the sun set

two in love surrounded by many

an atmosphere of tranquillity in the circle

more gathered waiting for dawn

on this summer solstice the balance right

countless stars shinning bright.

 

Closeness of each other and like-minded folk

as the cherished hours passed

with the rotation of our earth we layed back

absorbing the vast galaxy

with magnificent views of those endless stars

imagining travelling to Mars!

 

Snuggled together mesmerised by the spectacle

as into view we did observe

two bright blinking lights in rhythmic unison

both following closely in line

each  silent overhead in their stable motion

on the crest of a spacious ocean!

 

What had we witnessed alien craft travelling by

that the authorities always deny?

 

The dawn came as the sun rose into a blue sky.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

The Ageing Prison!

In the ageing prison it was alleged by inmates

ghosts haunted within its walls!

prisoners found hanged or by other injuries

often discovered by staff

yet the governor ignored it until guards died

their cause of deaths lied!

 

Would not admit a spirits hand was the culprit

as no foul play was found

there had been plans to close the ageing prison

these were brought forward

dissention and bad publicity accelerated closure

far too much exposure!

 

In but a mere eight weeks the prison was abandoned

shuttered and left to rot

nothing resolved too many questions unanswered

inexplicable still reported

from local residents and passers-by on a regular basis

even telling of seeing faces!

 

Fifteen years on a film crew approached the owners

keen to use it for a film

its theme was to be of a paranormal horror genre

at first there was opposition

until the generous  financial rewards were declared

soon an agreement was prepared!

 

Cast and crew on a Monday morning while still dark

unaware of what had occurred

no studio sets required this was the one location

and had the perfect atmosphere

after frantic preparations now ready for first take

soon realising it was a bad mistake!

 

Through the viewfinder blurry shapes were seen

as the temperature rapidly fell

gates clattered from the distance and shouting

making it impossible to shoot

then a huge arc light crashed to the prison floor

but there would be much more!

 

The actors stood frozen unsure what to do next

this was not in the script

director and technical crew ran over to assist

making sure nobody was hurt

the atmosphere now tense an extra fainted

a prop fell only just painted!

 

Everyone just wanted to leave get out alive

they really felt in danger

set up in the huge still furnished dinning hall

it seemed crowded there

clattering and talking came from every side

there was nowhere to hide!

 

Realising they could not continue the shoot

how could they get out

was the question asked by those present

leaving their equipment

retrieving that a future problem to be solved

their exit had to be resolved!

 

Retracing the way they had entered that morning

approaching the main door

it slammed shut with a loud bang yet no drafts

footsteps and clanking keys

were coming ever nearer yet nothing was seen

this scenario none had foreseen!

 

Pounding in total panic on the thick metal door

as  something came closer

the women screamed the men shouted aloud

as the door opened slowly

by the security guard on his routine patrol

who got more than his usual stroll!

 

Gathering by their vehicles shaking and shocked

contemplating what had happened

decided for now to retreat and find out more

of had gone on here before

not put off the director was more fascinated

and another idea he debated!

 

He had to get the equipment from inside but was it wise

to go back into this ageing prison!

 

The Foureyed Poet.