Hot!

With the hot weather sapping their strength

the group of teenage friends

found a spot along the fast flowing river

where a natural pool was formed

to cool themselves from blistering heat

that also burnt their naked feet!

 

This was an unfamiliar spot along the bank

the fives senses became aware

of the sudden ripples in the still clear water

and how it became so quiet

as if danger was very close to their position

to each other confirmed suspicion!

 

Without warning the huge shape sprang out

from the pool screeching

grabbing by his leg the youngest teen Al

who was instantly swallowed

instinct made them blindly panic and scatter

there was no time for idle chatter!

 

As they tripped getting caught in undergrowth

weird sounds now ever closer

there was nowhere to hide from this thing

that resembled a huge snake

soon exhausted afraid to call to each other

desperately trying to find safe cover!

 

The weather had changed now heavy rain fell

scared to breath or even twitch

ground and vegetation seemed to shudder

alone yet were almost touching

knowing death was slowly slithering their way

sinking in the sodden clay!

 

Coming close zigzagging between their bodies

its slimy body even touching

over the legs of one of the girls who screamed

unable to stifle her pain

she to would soon have been the next fatality

in this nightmare of irrationality!

 

Saying their last departing prays men’s voices

were heard shouting then gun fire

the creature retreated but did not get far

suddenly turning to strike

an explosion tore it apart spraying everyone

in yellow goo at last it was done!

 

Convenient a military patrol was close by!

 

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Empty!

An empty room of an innocent design

is this a true vision

joined molecules making the illusion

of reality in our minds

the existence we live is but a dream

just a download stream!

 

What else could be in that same place

another dimension coexisting

that vibrates at a different frequency

maybe spirits haunt time

those who have passed yet earth-bound

their peace still to be found!

 

How often have you heard noises or flow

as if you are not alone

whispering voices like there is a presence

moments of panic inside

as if you’re being watched a cold shiver

standing there you quiver!

 

Overcome by a growing sensation of dread

that in the dark an entity

lurks ready to pounce or your soul possess

turning all the lights on

hiding under that warm protective duvet

maybe for the first time you pray!

 

But a thought maybe it’s not an evil ghoul

could your guardian angel

be near to protect your soul keep you safe

on your own personal turf

in that emptiness you want to reach out

shivering your actuality in doubt!

 

Each of us must have those personal moments

alone that maybe you could

reach out and touch an unseen waiting hand

sometimes a comforting feeling

but nobody is certain of what fills that space

our very being to embrace!

 

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Controlled!

Was she going insane nothing seemed to compute

life controlled by electronic voices

it woke her up at precisely six am every week day

also spoke to her like a human friend

held conversations as she got prepared for work

even the lights and air conditioning

taken care of by Ellen yes even had its own name

they were no longer used for any game!

 

Her car was self driving she would have no idea

how to operate a vehicle they ruled

mankind totally reliant on artificial intelligence

to organise and execute their lives

until she awoke late as the alarm did not sound

no voice to comfort or turn the lights on

so silent and cold just blank screens to observe

this moment her demeanor it did unnerve!

 

The shower was cold even the lift did not function

had to walk down fifteen flights of stairs

the car stood in the parking garage without power

flustered actually went out into the air

nothing moved people wandered about bewildered

nobody use to thinking for themselves

her cell phone was of no comfort to give directions

there were no electronic connections!

 

Far worse was to befall as the first passenger aircraft

dropped out of the sky into buildings

military craft started to enter the streets in force

how they were powered a mystery

crowds started to panic and fighting soon spread

but they were gunned down creating

a stampede of confused souls with nowhere to go

as martial law upon them they did bestow!

 

Like a watcher the young woman witnessed it happen!

 

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Trapped!

Though all around the voices were distant

in his own thoughts was trapped

that smile from his face had long gone

on him age had taken its toll

from hope to pessimism causing misery

realising he had become a visionary!

 

But he knew this was just the recollections

of the life he had once enjoyed

conversations now were only with himself

the ability to communicate lost

could only sit in the nursing home trapped

his life-force now sapped!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Perfect!

Such a nice neat white-painted house

it drew my attention

had to stop and admire so perfect

yet was it just a facade

a child’s swing moved on its own

by who was unknown!

 

Toys on the verandah indicated children

yet there was no sound

it appeared as if nobody lived here now

but shadows could be seen

outside the double garage stood a car

waiting to be driven bizarre!

 

The path through a white gate spotted

with dark brown stains

no other indication it was a crime scene

of horrendous brutality

here I would have been happy to reside

its secret no more could it hide!

 

The last family no longer within did live

the step son the only survivor

of five who lived and enjoyed this home

now in police custody

it was reported by a local news station

they needed more information!

 

Morbid curiosity had brought me here

even from the pavement

terror made my skin prickle with fear

as if from beyond the grave

sadness made me want to cry in sorrow

for them no tomorrow!

 

Backing away from there wanted to leave

as a child waved at me

so clearly from an upper window petrified

left the perfect house

never to return yet the images remained

what I saw unexplained!

 

The trial of the only survivor and accused

went on for several months

his defence trying to get an insanity plea

as he kept saying a voice

told him to kill his family but was rejected

guilty of murder the judge directed!

 

His sentence was to die by lethal injection

no date had been set

the news by this time had other stories

for a while it went quiet

until he was found lifeless in his prison cell

the cause nobody could tell!

 

Shortly after this he was seen by witnesses

within the garden and house

roaming about as if he was still searching

a blank expression on his face

even though he had been recently cremated

this mystery is still debated!

 

Few were keen to enter inside the perfect house!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

A Poltergeist Came haunting!

It was just an ordinary semi-detached house

in the poorer part of the borough

mum and her four children struggled to exist there

but the situation was to get worse

one day without warning a poltergeist came haunting

to the family would become daunting!

 

Bangs and voices seemed to affect the younger sister

tapping in walls and on doors

yet it was claimed nobody was about to create it

shuffling noises objects moving

built the terror for the family coming out the blue

soon a nightmare to live through!

 

As the weeks past the incidents become persistent

the story reached the editor

of a leading national paper who sent a reporter

and photographer to the scene

sceptical at these claims of ghostly phenomenon

rest for them all would be none!

 

While the photographer was present items flew

a small plastic brick hit him

above the right eye brow which bled marbles to

yet on developing nothing seen

the beginning was August nineteen seventy-seven

when the police called the girl eleven!

 

The mother reported furniture had been moved

during a search the police woman

said she was sure a chair had slid across the floor

after trying to recreate the incident

had to admit it was a mystery on what occurred

maybe something unnatural here stirred!

 

So the activity continued onward into another year

an investigator showed interest

he was a member of paranormal research society

drawn to the case as he had lost

a child the same age and name as the troubled girl

all his energy did hurl!

 

Soon a writer came too thinking here was a story

a truly lifelong skeptic

together spent much time keen to investigate

one with true intent and sympathy

the other first for the story but then interested

but their patience would be tested!

 

At times were certain the girls were the creators

moving and hiding objects

even making some of the sounds they were young

they saw the younger girl levitating

also witnessed by a school crossing lady and baker

it was a mind shaker!

 

In total disbelief saw it through a bedroom window

yet many thought it was a hoax

the game changer came when the girl then spoke

in a deep old mans voice

but even then many said it was herself creating it

but the facts did not fit!

 

The voice sounded as clear even after several hours

many recordings were made

eventually said its name was Bill and died in the house

told them he had passed

having a haemorrhage and going blind before he died

in a chair their shock could not hide!

 

Because soon after had a call from the son of this man

confirming it was all true

name where and how his death occurred was accurate

there was pressure applied

a decision made the girl needed a psychiatric assessment

nothing was wrong the final judgement!

 

Though thirty years ago opinions still widely divided

on the truth of this unique case

and is still a mystery that has never been resolved

all the children are still alive

though the activity by late seventy-eight had faded

still not completely ended all felt invaded!

 

An ongoing open question do ghosts and spirits exist

many paranormal minded thinkers persist

finding evidence even the sceptics find hard to scorn

opinions on fact or fiction greatly torn!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Room!

As the business woman approached her room

tired after a long day

from within she could hear voices and music

playing loudly surprised

checked her key card to confirm the number

so needing her slumber!

 

Intrigued but unsure cautiously entered inside

slowly pushing the door

stepping within it all became absolutely silent

yet every light was on

as she stood to survey the room a blurry figure

walked out going through her!

 

Taking her breath away freezing and exhausted

shocked to see the mess

clothes and furniture scattered as if ransacked

turned running out screaming

the scene captured on camera and video tape

clearly visible the shape!

 

Security were quickly outside calming the female

they too taken aback by the mess

when excitement had subsided reviewed footage

what seemed a transparent

woman in a long dress walked out and down the hall

then disappeared through a wall!

 

Followed by the woman screaming in a state of panic

on searching records they found

somebody had died under suspicious circumstances

but it was thought a suicide

it was an unsolved enigma as nothing else found

destined to become profound!

 

No records showed it had ever been reported before

by patrons or hotel staff

so it remains part of an incident with proof it occurred

an atmosphere resides

now guests are eager to stay hoping for an appearance

of the ghost certainly a chance!

 

The Foureyed Poet,

 

 

 

The Tattered Flag!

On the edge of an open field hung the tattered flag

the only indication of the battle

long forgotten the torment of lost innocence

or names of the fallen soldiers

one more conflict where nothing had been won

there a feeling of death still hung!

 

Bodies buried in shallow graves where each fell

young lives ended in torment

grass now covered the site and sheep grazed

where restless souls still roam

no cannon or musket fire nor smell of cordite

as two armies clash in the fight!

 

Silence is what greets the visitor to this field

pleasant during daylight hours

as the shadows lengthen a mist hangs low

and voices have been heard

crying out longingly on the endless breeze

rustling the grass and trees!

 

The tattered flag blows proudly in its salute

to those nameless soldiers

from long ago whose spirits will never leave

all those families of the fallen

remember their ancestors ultimate sacrifice

in war a cruel and futile device!

 

The tattered flag remains as a remembrance!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Prison!

The prison was being closed down now obsolete

opened for one hundred and fifty years

a new private facility had been opened nearby

extra prison officers were drafted in

with over two hundred prisoners to transfer

hoping no problems would occur!

 

Starting at first light the operation got underway

as the transport rolled into the yard

the prisoners were ready very eager to leave

guards from the new facility

were assisting those from the retiring prison

where many secrets until now hidden!

 

A strange orderly exit was completed within a day

but on roll call several were missing

a search had to be made in the empty building

nobody would give any reasons

for those unaccounted souls as the search began

in their hands the prison plan!

 

Few officers from this prison volunteered to return

left mainly to those from the new

to venture into the ageing depths to find the missing

splitting into groups of three

each led by somebody who knew the prisons layout

each uncertain and full of doubt!

 

Entering the C wing cell doors were banging loudly

and movement in the cells ahead

expecting to find one of those they seeked inside

but nothing stirred except dust

then a sound if somebody was running their way

on looking nothing could they survey!

 

An older guard said an inmate had been murdered

in the dank cell then tossed over the rail

walking on more nervous than they were before

headed down to the lower levels

to the isolation block with no lights and very small

where nobody could hear you call!

 

Thoroughly searching the cramped eerie cold place

nobody visibly was to be found

but one or two were certain they heard voices there

glad to leave back to ground level

in the mess hall it felt as though others were near

footsteps approaching crystal clear!

 

Each group were here so had no explanation for sounds

unable to locate the missing prisoners

it was decided to leave and recheck registers to see

if it was simply a clerical error

everyone glad to be out of the repressive environment

that to them was maleficent!

 

Even the hardened experienced prison officers had found

their last visit an unexpected scare

it was found the number missing men was  correct

they were never found or seen again

paranormal investigators are regular visitors inside today

none of them from the team would stray!

 

Within the prison the phenomenon increased!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

The Passing of Time!

The lonely sit in their own space

within a silent bubble

the passing of time is very slow

in a trance of thought

they ignore the voices all around

inner peace is found.

 

Moments arrive when being alone

weighs heavy on them

but realise it has been cultivated

and is a preference

as  they feel  exposed in a crowd

everything is too loud!

 

Basically shy putting on an act

selfish rather than rude

spend their lives existing alone

creative in a chosen art

not needing others to trespass

social events take a pass!

 

Some it is a way they like  living

others very  hard to bear

craving any company  to share

fear of  being all alone

unable to face an empty space

this they cannot embrace.

 

The few life becomes too hard

their only salvation

is to end a troubled existence

creating an awful blow

questions of guilt or surprise

remorse and tearful cries!

 

The Foureyed Poet.