Scene!

Should not have gone back to the scene of the crime

did not see the woman until she hit his car

if only had got a taxi knew his alcohol limit was high

looked around the empty lane and the tree

he hit swerving to avoid that woman in a nightdress

had been honest with the police did confess!

 

But no body could be found but was sure he saw her

lost conciseness in a coma for weeks

but the nightmare of that moment would not fade

it had been three years since that night

had a breakdown ended up in a mental institution

knew deep inside it had been no allusion!

 

Had to take medication just to focus filled with guilt

no matter how many times being told

in his mind’s eye saw he hit her body head on

alone staring deeply reliving the incident

there was a clap of thunder and fork lightning

atmosphere around him heightening!

 

A Memory it had been a thunderstorm that night

now the visibility was getting poor and rain

hitting his skin hurt more flashes then she came

before him on that saturated country road

frantically calling out she did not seem to hear

as rapidly approaching a car did near!

 

The driver saw the man in front but was too late

a spilt second before he hit a woman to

the vehicle skidded impacting at the same spot

a patrol car came by soon after the crash

indications the weather had caused the collision

been here before viewed it with suspicion!

 

The driver did survive this horrendous fatal crash

with only minor injuries very lucky

the cold case of the phantom woman reopened

especially when the male victims body

was recovered identification had been resolved

yet the mystery was never solved!

 

Occasionally during a thunderstorm was reported

a woman and a man were seen on the road

without evidence the report was politely retorted

but an open-minded attitude was bestowed

as it was in the realm of a spiritual understanding

other agencies were better suited to handling!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

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House! The Beginning!

Alone neglected the house was stark

empty for years unwelcome icy cold

silent nothing moved it looked dark

with a faded sign reading house sold

whether night or day there is no telling

what was in this despicable dwelling!

 

Noises had often been heard from inside

even the stagnant air had a foul smell

what did this house have within to hide

could it be another gateway to hell

oozing evil this was an abomination

they entered with a deep trepidation!

 

Trees were rotten everything had died

yet these fools still the house defied!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Perturbed!

Entering his garage found the car engine running

perturbed thought it very odd

must be an electrical fault what else could it be

yet held the key in his hand

there was more to this unusual event he pondered

as the bad memories stirred!

 

Only a few weeks ago had placed his wife in the car

tense as he had been questioned

so far his plans had worked well thought a suicide

she had a history of depression

plenty of pills plus the fumes yet guilt lingered on

hated her but knew it was wrong!

 

Was it just that a feeling of regret at the repulsive act

or was there more still felt her near

put aside any nagging doubts opened the garage door

reversed out had to meet his girlfriend

until his wife’s demise was known as his mistress

she would get rid of this stress!

 

Even driving to work became  an increasing problem

never seemed to be alone

at his office computers kept shutting off objects missing

his chair moved and incessant calls

but nobody ever on the other end was getting paranoid

this odd conduct co-workers him did avoid!

 

But the day did come when he swore he saw his dead wife

smelling the perfume she always wore

just before the wheel violently turned and off the road

into a tree at speed the car swerved

an unfortunate accident the police report clearly read

now like his wife he to was dead!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Nuclear Tests!

Each tree trembled from an unnatural vibration

in front the shortcut grass

at first glance seemed empty no humans around

but a rhythmic rustling sound

the grass no longer green as millions of worms

covered it like visible germs!

 

Normally filled with families happily playing

but darkness made them leave

a vast area near wide barren desert plains

unknown to most as a test site

for  nuclear experiments decades in the past

soon repercussions would be cast!

 

Radiation had seeped down to the sandy base

and preserved fertile soil

part of plans to research radio-active fallout

yet failed to realise consequences

worms absorbing the lethal product mutating

a disaster in the making!

 

From their natural state transformed rapidly

into flesh-eating creatures

searching for prey surfacing on the grassland

sensing it was nearby

as the park rangers unwittingly approached

as on deadly ground encroached!

 

No indication as they walked to their demise

just empty bloody uniforms

slithering on until the dawn leaving a gory trail

as visitors came to find

the area cordoned off as scientists investigated

and cause of the horror deliberated!

 

The mutated worms had gone back below ground

to the cool and darkness

not until the next night would the slaughter begin

their time slot was short

in solving the abomination they unwittingly created

before it truly escalated!

 

The hours were ticking by as the night was upon them!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Mighty Oak Tree!

There it stood the mighty oak tree

a land mark for all to see

tall and sturdy a familiar attraction

creating human interaction

magisterial presence on the roadside

could not be denied.

 

Even with the immensity of progress

it’s radiance many did bless

no longer alone in vast open fields

of huge harvest yields

now a town replaced the open space

man growth gathered pace!

 

The mighty oak last link of an ancient past

natures demise the shadow cast

how long before the tree became a liability

to man’s growing instability

and even that tiny piece of land they require

and the oak no more to admire!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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No Christmas!

The children sat shivering alone in the house

cold and hungry in a squalid home

no Christmas tree or decorations  were here

in their short lives never known

to have warm clothes and much food to eat

it would be a miraculous treat!

 

Dad came around to hurt and shout at mum

and was always very drunk

but they saw many uncles coming and going

when their mum was there

never gave any cuddle’s nor showed kindness

they never knew happiness!

 

Alone once more on the eve of Christmas day

left to see it in with nothing

they only had each other no presents for them

rummaging in the dirty kitchen

such a pitiful sight listening to the happy voices

of neighbouring children with choices!

 

They held hands staring longingly out the window

hoping a kind person would come

to give them compassion some love and food

their mum did not seem to bother

so tired went to their rubbish strewn bedroom

a drunk mum would soon loom!

 

As children woke to see what Father Christmas

had brought for each of them

These three little ones dreaded yet another day

empty miserable without care

at a time that is supposed to be filled with joy

on the birthday of a holy boy!

 

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.

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