Deep Waters!

Not even a ripple disturbed the dark deep waters

of the secluded mysterious inland lake

stories had been told for centuries of a monster

that roamed the deep below

open grassland swept down to the lapping shore

rising to the high mountainous contour!

 

Deep murky water that kept its secrets hidden

cold and unforgiving to humans

who had searched its depths for endless decades

certain the beast was within

many sightings and hoaxes kept the legend viable

not really classified as reliable!

 

But the stream of monster seekers was constant

hoping to get their glimpse of it

whatever swam and lived there below covertly

yet no conclusive evidence found

driftwood birds rippling waves it was suggested

as no beast in the waters infested!

 

Yet there is an element of possibility that lingers

those who live around the waters

seemed to believe and that underlining disquiet

it existed there beneath

a respect for what is part of their ancient folklore

that simmer’s all along the lakeshore!

 

They deeply feel this is not a mythical creature

and maybe is able to be camouflaged

observing man fearful of his ominous presence

or is there a magical reality here

they watch waiting with cameras peering eyes

endlessly from dusk to sunrise!

 

Has somebody caught sight and their claim denied

without doubt not wrongly identified!

 

What does prowl beneath the deep dark waters?

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

 

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Scarecrow Like Images!

The elite army unit cautiously entered the ruined town

after days of bombardment

followed by small arms fire being wary of snipers

now had to try and make it safe

also with the risk of hidden bombs trod carefully

and ever-present insurgency!

 

From the moment they were in the destruction sector

tension overwhelmed them

from windows and doorways there they all stood

staring but when approached

these scarecrow like images were never there

of anything living was bare!

 

Each step further within the centre was a torment

feeling enclosed with death

acrid smoke replaced the air in their choking lungs

getting harder to breathe

stumbling on seeing the dark scarecrows waiting

as if the soldiers baiting!

 

From the corner of their eyes shapes made them turn

and fire erratically at nothing

they longed for this ground search to be concluded

as the emotions were unfamiliar

deep thoughts ravaged their minds making them pound

no rest here would be found!

 

This fear not only for the dead but the restless souls

as if all those who they had killed

were back to claim their lives sending them to purgatory

they had split into two groups

reunited in the square satisfied all was clear until a thud

then saw the patch of blood!

 

Diving for cover for one too late passed through his heart

even more figures congregated

the sniper spotted by a small piece of falling masonry

quickly taken out now had to leave

retreating along the same route without more men lost

knowing a line was crossed!

 

Every step being pursued by the scarecrow phantoms

even at the retrieval point

now ringed into a tight formation back to back stood

as more surrounded them

thinking they were doomed heard the chopper drone

to rescue them from the unknown!

 

The dust swirled as it descended then touched down

scrambling towards their escape

survivors and dead mate fatigued ran at the shapes

evaporating as they charged through

left traumatized reached the craft and jumped on

from here had to be gone!

 

Rising up high saw the scarecrows massing staring up

relief made the tears fall

cheering loudly had safely left the horror far behind

it was short lived as by the door

from nowhere arose what taunted them on the ground

even in the air the soldiers found!

 

Back at headquarters realised the mission a failure!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Waiting!

Though it was not that late on the station

the couple waiting for a train

began to notice it was extremely quiet

when they heard a thump

coming from the direction of an escalator

what was happening were unsure!

 

Watching it slowly rumble downwards empty

what appeared to be blood

covered each step they shuffled backwards

just as a train sped through

but did not stop their thoughts confused

suspiciously the vicinity perused!

 

What nightmare had befallen them both here

noticing a poster on a wall

warning travellers to be aware of mutant rats

as they read heard scratching

noises that were becoming louder and nearby

they had to escape or at least try!

 

Then a squealing that was a crescendo of babble

there must have been thousands

surged towards them their only escape the lines

hoping another train did not come

realising why it had not stopped were they too late

weary and in a growing panic state!

 

These creatures were huge and determined to attack

they knew their flesh each desired

still light so were able to see an exit in a rusty fence

squeezing through ripping their skin

their dripping blood leaving a much stronger scent

the rats their compulsion to vent!

 

Quickly blocking the hole with an old fridge freezer

soon realised it was no barrier

with the sheer numbers they soon crashed through

so their next move was to climb

up a rusting fire escape of a warehouse just ahead

out of  breath looked down with dread!

 

From the vantage point could view the numbers

making out the bloody carnage left

calling for help on a smart phone could only sit

saw flame throwers being used

the distinct sound of  rapidly increasing gun fire

in shock both now began to tire!

 

Eventually a harassed voice answered their call

uncertain when rescue would come

it could be a long time or never was the reply

for now glad death had spared them

yet from above heard scratching and scurrying

was the reaper their end hurrying?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

News Years Eve!

Hundreds of thousands gathered eagerly waiting

for the new year to begin

intently watching the hands on a clock face turn

towards the midnight hour

each with their own story to tell of the past year

good and bad soon to disappear!

 

Drunk sober rich poor at this moment were equal

focused on the passing of time

their lives older at each stroke and second gone

some with hope others anguish

stood next to each other facing the unknown

a short lived unity shown!

 

That realisation that every one had the same goal

exchanging banter and hugs

problems and differences were of no importance

bitterness hatred did not exist

as the chimes began to strike the midnight hour

the massive fireworks did tower!

 

Like the cleansing and burning of twelve months

and their anticipation renewed

on new years eve a fresh beginning or same trek

none really knew what awaited

as the weather deteriorated together celebrated

time to cheer not be deflated!

 

Who knows just what mankind or nature has planned!

We can only hope it is A Happy New Year!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Feral Cats!

Cats had been gathering unnoticed

by local residence.

In this wealthy quiet town suburb

where few ever left.

Feral cats breeding vicious and wild

close by a small child!

 

Parents were unaware of the dangers

after concerns about foxes.

Had made them blaise to family pets

losing their connection.

To humans reverting to foraging prey

not docile pets at play!

 

Hunger forced them to roam for quarry

as nature claimed them back.

Rats foxes and even dogs stayed at bay

nothing was off the menu.

The weather began to turn much colder

their attacks became bolder.

 

The unthinkable dawned upon the locals

their gentle pets had changed!

Now another foe that added more danger

while they walked or slept.

Unchecked vicious becoming out of control

could humans be on the scroll!

 

Complacency about what is surrounding us

could be a big mistake.

Living things can mutate and genetically alter

either by our misguided hand.

Or natural progression we do not understand

is it really in a god’s hand?

 

The feral population expanded unhampered

something with life had tampered!

 

What nightmares were silently waiting?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Waiting!

Waiting all my life  for that moment

missing out on love

chemistry between man and woman

always that loser

facing each day without the passion

in any fashion.

 

Forever watching and ever regretting

the isolated observer

destined to endlessly recollect the past

as the years ebb away

sometimes happy many times so sad

guilty not to be glad!

 

Knowing others must have this emptiness

that nobody notices

loneliness has no age limit being universal

blundering onwards

a smile an acknowledgement a life line

an encouraging sign.

 

But for some there can be no hope!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

The Journey!

The waiting room looked neglected and cold

rubbish lay about the floor a silent wind blew

posters hung in tatters from the damp walls

shadows darted about outside the shut door

voices seemed to emanate from somewhere

a foreboding place who would venture here!

 

Upon this scene some strangers willingly came

most unaware of the evil this space had become

where sunlight did not penetrate this dingy room

rats and insects never came within these walls

soon five would arrive with a special connection

that needed a powerful spiritual protection!

 

For there was evil and darkness here on earth

long before that of mankind’s first birth

absorbed into the molecules of god’s creation

intent on possession and extermination!

 

Like angelic super heroes they came to do battle!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

He Waited!

A nagging voice kept speaking inside his head

making him shudder and dread lights out.

In eight hours he knew he could well be dead

hoping his appeal would have some clout.

Laying down upon a sweat soaked single bed

absorbing the sounds of the prison cell.

What a fool he thought for being easily led

wanting the chance for the truth to tell.

Over and over a melodic tune kept playing

within his thoughts no way was he a killer.

For so long he had been hoping and praying

feeling the fear gripping tightly the bed pillar.

The lawyer said this was his last gasp appeal

why had his good life now turned so sour.

Panic again made him get down and kneel

as time had moved forward by another hour.

Yes like so many he had been guided to god

for the strength to face his impending end.

Totally trapped he was inside a man-made pod

he touched a letter his children had penned.

Writing they missed their mum but loved him

crying alone unable to be with his children now.

The darkness was oppressive in a situation so grim

why had he shouted at his wife calling her a cow.

Never before had they argued in their married life

but the money pressure was getting them uptight.

He stormed out for a break never touching the knife

going for a walk returning regretting the fight

Realising the children were upstairs hopefully asleep

entering the house with remorse a  such a mess.

Stunned saw his wife on the floor a knife buried deep

running to see the children now feeling the stress.

They were fine awake sensing something was wrong

as he sat trying to comprehend what he had seen.

Sirens could be heard outside he now had to be strong

remembering the shouting in that terrible scene.

Becoming a big blur being arrested the kids taken away

everything pointed to him the future looked bleak.

The authorities  and media said he would have to pay

from a loving family execution the law would seek.

So in a short time the sentence could be carried out

a plea of  innocence was a familiar begging cry.

For the prosecution he was guilty they had no doubt

everything he had said had to be  one big lie

he may have loved them all but he had killed her

the true facts of the case may never be known

What happened on that fateful night what did occur

was life that cruel was his fate really sewn?

 

Nobody else as yet had been apprehended for the crime

commuted to life was doing his time!

 

His faith the only comfort he waited to be proved innocent!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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