The Road!

Road surface was breaking up poor maintenance

along the verges much debris

where there had been many road traffic accidents

as cars passed at high-speed

with no thought of the danger that lurked ahead

where there had been many dead!

 

Sure they were protected in their metal boxes

immune from dying or injury

surrounded by safety features they charge

everything outside was unreal

the electronics efficiently executed control

but onboard computers with no soul!

 

As the surface crumbled tyres compensated

trying hard yet failing to grip

potholes evermore forming as roads failed

councils bleating they had no money

yet motorists paying large sums in fuel duty

and taxes bringing in lots of booty!

 

This is then diverted into many other projects

policing has today rapidly declined

as cars often chosen as modes of transport

increasingly used as weapons

for some they are their prefered killing machine

this disregard for life obscene!

 

Without a license insurance and any conscience

drive after drinking and drug taking

teenager racers to charge at high-speed for fun

thinking they are invincible to dying

too often in tragic circumstances lives are lost

futures hopes and dreams tossed!

 

Many drive reflecting on their attitude to life!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

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Calm!

Calm the fields a deep green sky light blue

a day to be content on a troubled earth

no signs of the carnage turmoil or despair

prices still high roads at bursting point

but there was an order in all this chaos

when on a main road a large sinkhole

took the road tarmac down into a deep pit

and the bedrock with a roar did split!

 

There had been no warnings of the collapse

as traffic past the gaping hole consumed

every vehicles within its merciless vicinity

those behind braked hard so did not drop

next to the road a river also meandered

soon was part of the ever-expanding cavern

those there who witnessed it felt damned

plunging into the void certainly not planned!

 

Flesh and metal fused in acts unscheduled

some not so deep rescue was accomplished

as over earths surface it began to implode

deep beneath the oceans sink holes formed

sea levels dropped not as predicted to rise

these revelations not broadcast on any news

as the unprecedented disasters on us befell

as mind control kept the masses in a spell!

 

So much going on to hide the real agenda

most gripped in the battle for survival

none could see the reality as skies collided

with the crumbling and fragile terra firma

as talk for the search of a new planet grew

the landscape becoming unstable deformed

with the population forever growing restless

for gods guidance few now could careless!

 

A reflection on our spiritual and physical existence

or just another crazy conspiracy theory?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Unknown perpetrator!

Reeling back in surprise the man was unhurt

and now fired back at him

just managing to jump behind a dumpster

the mugger he had confronted

walking away as if his gun was a mere toy

being a cop was not all joy!

 

Must have had a bullet proof vest he thought

got up bruised and annoyed

headed back to write a report still puzzled

radioed in of the danger

as he drove by a convenient store observed

the perpetrator and was unnerved!

 

His gut feeling was telling him he was bad news

just as a scream made him stop

window wound down going slow no surprise

this time would be prepared

as ahead in the street lay a woman sprawled

to get away from her he called!

 

Yet again the man stood and turned but now

he fired back at the detective

who responded but to no avail unharmed

just walked down the street

who was this villain who did not seem to care

or human actions share!

 

Now more reports of an indestructible assailant

flooded into the headquarters

surely this being could not travel that fast

chaos took over the quiet town

increasing casualties were arriving at the A&E

nobody knew what it could be!

 

Sitting unable to move because of the traffic

saw a familiar figure pass

abandoning his car followed closely behind

but now its pace quickened

heading into a large modern office complex

his muscles began to flex!

 

Went into a lift the detective watching it rise

stopping at the top floor

risking going alone as he had no evidence

got into an adjoining lift

pressed the sixtieth button it quickly rose

as it neared he froze!

 

Out of his depth drew his service revolver

a jolt and the doors opened

bright lights greeted him along with a buzz

making his ears hurt

then a glass panel slid open with no warning

sent his adrenaline soaring!

 

A white coated figure came seeing him shouted

returning to the large laboratory

the detective boldly followed the panel closed

now trapped inside saw parts

of bodies hanging robotic certainly not organic

trapped slowly started to panic!

 

Security seemed to come at him from every quarter

was amazed how got within

darted through a doorway stunned at what was there

it was hundreds of robots

lined up exact replicas of the villain he followed here

now the situation became clear!

 

What seemed like laser beams were being fired at him

sparks flew to close for comfort

who the hell were these people colliding with one

coming to life tried grabbing him

eluding him started shooting back the bullets hit

a dry lined wall exploding time to split!

 

Fire was spreading around him searching for an exit

luckily saw a fire door in front

struck at speed feeling the pain he burst through

nearly falling down the concrete steps

heard the assailant’s close behind had to get out

the place was going to blow no doubt!

 

Nearing the ground floor heard an almighty bang

seconds later he was on the street

as parts of the buildings structure fell at his feet

fire engines and his colleagues

were arriving and the public fleeing for their lives

each looking shocked and surprised!

 

Moving away in disbelief at the carnage he created

was even more perplexed seeing

one of these robots striding  through the confusion

realising it was sadly far from over

but  their existence was now in the open to pursue

it was now his mission he knew!

 

The Foureyed Poet!

 

Pursuit!

From a side street the powerful car skidded

into the teeming traffic

a police cruiser blues and two’s in pursuit

other vehicles swerving

causing chaos on the metropolis streets

where man and machine meets!

 

A murder had occurred  in a rough district

an urgent call was made

the unit arrived too late to preserve a life

observing two perpetrators

fired automatic weapons in their direction

officers dived to find protection!

 

The killers caused mayhem trying to escape

hitting countless vehicles

whether moving or stationary mattered not

they needed to change cars

being parked close to their present position

the next move needed precision!

 

Helicopters and many law agency vehicles

closed in on their location

the desperate men sped across a busy park

by the skin of their teeth

missed a boating lake got out near a fence

through undergrowth dense!

 

Two sports motor bikes were there waiting

in seconds both raced away

their exit planned headed down into sewers

no way could they be caught

their target a gang boss the most malevolent

countless deaths by his consent!

 

As they disappeared down into the murky depths

few knew both were agents

sent by a covert police authority to assassinate

and this was all preplanned

there were more targets on a volatile wanted list

dangers high with death they kissed!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Going Back!

Going back to the place of my early youth

was a big mistake!

Remembering the luscious meadows

air so clean singing birds.

Country lanes a small running stream

sound of an engine of steam!

 

The thick dark smoke billowing behind

through unspoilt land.

Our heritage there for everybody to enjoy

small villages and hamlets.

Animals of all kinds living without threat

no sounds of a passing jet.

 

Shocked at what I saw and what time had done

no more the country side.

Where such beauty had been a trading estate

the small town an urban mess.

No trees the stream now under a motorway

an unkempt park in which to play.

 

Traffic and fumes now filled my sad gaze

as I compared my memories.

And the happy days then safe to explore

all of our natures graces.

Standing on what was once a grass hillside

now under houses this did hide!

 

This seems the way of life today!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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The Dark Van!

The dark van sped away in a suspicious manner

joining the busy evening traffic

no markings and an unreadable number plate

went for now unnoticed

an alarm in a small supermarket just blared

those inside cowered scared!

 

Mayhem left behind blood spattered the counter

the manager unconscious behind

a gang out to cause harm and injury to anyone

while heading to their planned job

this to them was making extra money and fun

not caring their victim had a son!

 

Inside the van the masked gang were prepared

and unphased by their violence

now waiting outside a bank managers house

with the intention of intimidation

to hold his family while he let them in the bank

but on this night their plan sank!

 

A suspicious wife was watching the dark van

sensing there was something wrong

contacting her husband and then the police

who came quickly to her aid

these bungling crooks must have been asleep

not a watchful eye did they keep!

 

Certainly not the organised team they thought

as a link was made with the raid

realising they had been made accelerated away

a high-speed pursuit began

late evening traffic heavy the surface was wet

destiny would soon be met!

 

Becoming more erratic with every single mile

hitting cars swerving across lanes

being monitored from a pursuing helicopter

then it failed to take a bend

skidding down an embankment and rolled

the ending easily foretold!

 

Inside the dark van the four were motionless

two had expired in the crash

the others had minor injuries nothing more

it was proved they raided the store

like so many were greedy the raid unplanned

now in the dock they stand!

 

One of many charges was for the brutal murder

of the young boys father!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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On A Hill!

On a hill that lonely beech tree stands

silently swaying always surveying.

gazing down on town and country lands

of countless changes and shrinking size

so much has happened since it has stood

undisturbed growing so gracefully

buildings creeping nearer it’s not good

now our air is far more polluted

with an unobstructed view no less

it has seen many phases of  life around

a distant train echoes through the stillness

as it moves swiftly homeward bound

early morning mist from the valley

covers the motorway that scars the land

man’s mission to destroy natures tally

rising toxic fumes and roaring traffic sounds

neutral of  human ways unable to escape

generations move on we all come and go

the tree remains keeping its shape

as the world changes rapidly all around!

How much longer before it’s destruction?

The Foureyed Poet.

Sunday

Sunday use to be the day of rest

all was quiet wherever you went.

Little or no traffic then not a pest

every one was full of good intent.

Peace and quiet the family together

simple pleasures lasting forever.

 

Nobody rushed it was a day to unwind

aroma of dinner was always around.

A snooze to digest and chill the mind

precious times to enjoy was found.

Laughter filled the house on this  day

after tea time for games to play.

 

Life has changed to a much faster pace

no moment to waste today it seems.

Rushing work and play like a race

relaxation is only in their dreams.

Not happy with cards or leisurely walk

or get together and simply talk.

 

Those times now just part of our history!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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