Oblivious!

Oblivious he stared at the huge flat screen television

smart to in more ways than one

watching the films dramas news and variety shows

believing everything that was said

living his perfect life feeling secure in his own home

unaware that he was being spied upon

mobile phone calls monitored and all emails read

or grasp in this society had to delicately tread!

 

Not for him wanting to know more he was satisfied

thought little of the plastics or any pollution

or what was in the food water bottled and piped

just fantasy the possibility of robots

oblivious most communications relied on cyborgs

that civil liberties were eroded away

or he like the rest of humanity were being played

that by the few we had all been betrayed!

 

No not until his perfect world was suddenly destroyed!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

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Barn Owls!

Warm and dry with just a gentle breeze

the short hike to the farm exhilarating

here alone to watch the barn owls fly

hoping to see them swoop for their prey

trying to be quiet and unobtrusive

but knew that large eyes were watching

far above the tops of thick leaved trees

a sudden faint sound made me freeze!

 

At first two tiny dots in the cloudy sky

that circled the small wooded clearing

in a spiralling descent at each rotation

they came closer such a majestic sight

their screeching louder by the second

nearing me they hissed an eerie sound

like phantoms from another dimension

coming at speed that got my attention!

 

Certainly not wanting to be their quarry

even as they swooped up small rodents

the precision was breath-taking to watch

in a flash ascended back into the beyond

like ghosts questioned if it had been reality

leaving me in a state of utter ambivalence

these images on my digital camera captured

for the first time my whole being raptured!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

Watching!

Just sitting watching the traffic flow

for a second everything became slow

thought must be tired after last night

recently had eyes tested were alright

did not notice anything more until

my girlfriend seemed not to stay still!

 

Assuring me she was static looking at me

could not understand why this did not see

then after that everything became so crazy

for me each day living started to be hazy

worried that maybe I was going mad

with these events it could only be bad!

 

It made me question the reality we live in

those nagging doubts of society did begin

are we part of an endless electronic game

from then on nothing ever seemed the same

what is the truth of this Earth we inhabit

with a sickening dread where do we all fit?

 

Is this growing trepidation only in my imagination?

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

House-The Entry!

The house stood like a blot on surrounding lands

as a group of teenagers intensely stared

in unity plotting a plan rubbing their chilling hands

they would investigate a decision shared

two boys and two girls of the same age nineteen

determined to go as eyes watched unseen!

 

Petrified to cross the boundary held hands outside

came some distance from their homestead

laughing with a perverse sense of fun none did hide

realising soon some could be within dead

had cameras torches and recording devises to hold

on entry noticed it had suddenly got cold!

 

No turning back now from this unholy inner sanctum!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Special Day!

That special day has finally arrived

plans made hoping all is well

beginning of our adventure together

preparations completed ready

a nervous groom waits for his bride

standing nowhere to hide!

 

Soon she will walk down the aisle

two people to be joined

music starts to play nerves are taut

relieved as she is here

now together for that moment stand

promises a kiss hand in hand!

 

Behind family and friends sit watching

now smiles on your faces

turning to congratulations and praises

signing the register married

feeling of relief cameras start clicking

your married the clock is ticking!

 

Realising now two families are united

everybody happy and delighted

their perfect love match and marriage

or divorce hate then disengage!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Jean!

There the elderly woman sat staring

watching the daily surge

of humanity walking and driving by

not able now to converse

within their own perpetual routine

few ever noticed Jean!

 

When she was young an open space

a village small so quaint

there with parents and four siblings

father a farm labourer

mother the house was her domain

never did she complain!

 

It may have been a humble abode

such a long time ago

reminiscing of years long passed

now the only survivor

had never known any other home

never wanted to roam!

 

For the few who dared to glance

to see what was within

usually saw the derelict eyesore

a decaying old house

boarded up tight well protected

years before erected!

 

Oddly the large lounge room window

was partly uncovered

where Jean sat watching as always

her spirit here remained

it was her home did not want to leave

still existed did believe!

 

Some sure there was something here

a shadowy outline

how the decades passed so quickly by

as the legend grew

of a ghostly figure sometimes seen

not realising it was Jean!

 

Here the dead observed the living!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Derelict!

It was for a dare that the youngsters agreed

to explore the derelict house

meeting outside on a Saturday afternoon

the eldest fourteen and a bit

he was thought of as big brother to the rest

not for much longer one of the best!

 

Wanting to probe the house others avoided

his idea not wanting to go alone

now the reluctant foursome stood together

sneaking through a hole

in the back garden fence next to wasteland

trying to be an intrepid band!

 

All they had was each other and their torches

it did not look inviting

downstairs the glass was broken or cracked

the outer door ripped off

inner one was half-open the older lad Lance

entering not afraid to advance!

 

The youngest Lilly did not want to go inside

but a growl and shaking bush

made her run and grab big sister Lee’s hand

surprised let out a loud yell

words in large red letters daubed on each wall

then saw movement in the hall!

 

Now bunched together feeling very frightened

the kitchen door slammed shut

training their torches could see nothing there

but Lance wanted to search more

little Leanne started crying asking to leave

a man was watching she did believe!

 

Moving on through the derelict lower floor

a dragging sound was heard

as if coming down the now collapsed stairs

but nothing could be seen

yet little Leanne said again about the man

as each viewed the floor plan!

 

The girls voices now rising to a petrified shrill

reluctantly Lance admitted

this was far too much for him to take anymore

as a plank of wood flew in the air

helping them through a glass less window frame

admitted it was a mistake they came!

 

Covered in dust quickly headed back to the fence

but felt compelled for a last look

everyone saw the figure of a girl staring at them

at this ran panic-stricken home

the parents were never told just what occurred

what the children had seen and heard!

 

They seemed to go their separate ways after that

the eldest Lance discovered girls

as for the other they stayed at home every night

the house was demolished

soon on the site several dwellings were erected

but in weeks bad things were detected!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Patrol!

The patrol car turned into a well-known road

darkness had fallen

ahead the headlights shone on a bent shape

that turned their way

it had hideous features and glowing red eyes

they found hard to analyze!

 

Uncertain what it could be got out to investigate

instantly it ran up the building side

seconds later gone from the policemen’s view

leaving them perplexed at this feat

concerned at the threat saw the bundle so still

certain it was a fresh kill!

 

Approaching they could see it was a woman

assuming she was dead

went to take a closer look when she stood up

surprisingly spoke clearly

said took wrong turning heard a commotion

what it was had no notion!

 

Traumatized she was in fear of her own being

conveyed her to a casualty unit

as a precaution in case of any physical injuries

but psychological more a concern

something about her demeanor seemed odd

a wary path they both trod!

 

While the doctor examined her they waited

a female colleague had been called

reluctantly lingered feeling all was not well

almost  expecting trouble

as they thought it a commotion occurred

as disturbing noises were heard!

 

Before taking a step the girl flashed passed

ripping the curtains down

knocking them and nurse off their feet

the doctor now on the floor

slowly sat on the gurney shaken and dazed

again their anxiety raised!

 

No marks seen on her yet had a vacant stare

she must be infected but how

both had been in contact yet felt alright

other questions came to mind

radioed base to warn them of the danger

this situation a life changer!

 

Tried keeping others away to secure the space

but the doctor lunged at them

managed to avoid her but a patient was hit

throwing him through partition

the officers gave chase then from overhead

a flying beast with wings spread!

 

The older officer thrust violently to the ground

by an insect like creature

over his face the saliva dripped into his mouth

his partner fired at the beast

who rapidly flew into the black sky unharmed

it seemed the officer was charmed!

 

But within a short time span had that odd look

his disposition had changed to

standing up walked away ignoring the shouts

of his friend and colleague

nearby the two women in the shadows waited

for the new beast just created!

 

Their metamorphoses had begun they departed

as the lone police officer

stood knowing his suspicions were confirmed

behind him police sirens wailed

now to his superiors he would have to explain

monsters had entered our domain!

 

Whether there was a future hung on his words

above the beasts hovered like birds!

 

Watching!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

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.

The Cleaning Job!

Not easy she found being without a job

had been ill for months

she was a widow with a grown up son

who left home years ago

in need of money searched employment

doing nothing was not content.

 

From a friend heard a cleaner was required

in a nursing home close by

eager to be independent paying her way

to her surprise got the job

though while there had a strange sensation

filling her with consternation!

 

Putting any jitters behind started as a domestic

working the evening shift

patients were nice especially one elderly lady

who always chatted and smiled

when vacuuming the fitted carpet on that  hall

then heard she had died after a fall

 

Making further enquiries had slipped downstairs

always before used the lift

unsettling feelings flooded back in her mind

communicating with the dead

finishing her shift heard a voice say beware

looking nobody was there!

 

Lights rapidly flickered then a chilly breeze

tracking her to the store-room

inside the door slammed with a mighty bang

in the dark room heard a growl

had the impression somebody was in there

pressure was too much to bear!

 

Panicking burst out the door headed for the exit

it felt she was being chased

now in the car park certain a man was watching

through the double glazed window

but on a second glance the shape had faded away

in that place no longer could stay!

 

Never went back to that cleaning occupation

knew it was not the end of her confrontation!

 

She was really scared!

 

The Foureyed Poet.