It had been a very long twenty four hours
so glad to be homeward bound.
Finding himself heading into rain showers
eager to make up ground.
Not sure why he'd taken the longer route
his mobile buzzed being on mute.

That distraction took his eyes off the road
as there was a sickening thud!
Looking forward nothing visibly showed
pulling onto a patch of mud.
Regretting this error he got out with a splat
as onto his back he fell flat!

Wet and cold he managed to get on his feet
slid onto the wet road!
Pacing up and down but a pointless beat
seeing nothing as he strode.
Back to his vehicle checking for damage
sensing his rising rage!

Why his emotions were like this was weird
he sat back in his car.
Hoping not to be stuck as the rain cleared
skidding on his way with a jar.
Steering was not very responsive at first
the trip home seemed cursed!

Oblivious to an alien creature gripping tight
glad to be back at last.
Heading for his door on his leg felt a bite
embedded deep his fate cast!
Inside eggs secreted now he was a host
the alien gone like s ghost!

Entering his home collapsed with a blackout
found the next day by a friend.
Rushed to the hospital his prognosis in doubt
for him this was the end!
But would these creatures be detected inside
as they investigated the man died!

With an unexplained death the body was isolated
doctors were very worried!
When the marks were found opinions were invited
scientist to the laboratory hurried.
Noticing movements within the body was he alive
realising the body was a hive!

Luckily the room was a completely sealed unit
in disbelief they monitored!
An extraordinary event what were they within it
this unknown spewing hoard!
The thing searched finding its next victim a cat
who had no chance on the doormat!

Unknown to the scientist the horror had just begun!

The Foureyed Poet.

Distraught the family gathered in a tight unit
not knowing what to do!
Their daughter was hooked on hard drugs
through her liaison with a man.
Realizing there was very little they could do
what next they hadn't a clue!

No matter how hard they'd tried to support
she'd ignored their advice.
Embroiled in a life of drugs and the dealers
she was a confirmed addict!
A situation they'd never faced ever before
the future was unsure!

Moving away to a big city from her home town
contact had become zero!
With such terrible reports of teenage abuse
anxiety began to magnify!
Hard to accept their child on the at risk register
knowing they could lose her!

Harsh facts for them to take in the whole truth
in the end it was her choice!
After the heartache only their child could decide
being at her own cross road.
Whether she had any chance of growing old
or her life to drugs sold!

Split from her drug dealing boyfriend yet again
home she had one more chance.
Off the drugs assuring her weary mum and dad
all they could do was give love.
Deep down understanding this was one last try
or she most surely would Die!

Only their daughter could choose the path!

The Foureyed Poet.

A throbbing head wondering where you are
with slow thoughts you remember.
It's New years day everything looks bleak
not such a happy new year!
How cold and damp where you have laid
lifting your head nerves frayed!

Glancing about you're in the morning air
several others beside you.
An awful smell of ***** and stale *****
makes your stomach churn!
Rising with pain to your feet on wobbly legs
bottle there with a few dregs.

Swigging that down making you feel worse
focusing his tired blurry eyes.
Trying to rouse those prostrate on the ground
recognising some others no idea.
A girl looked familiar then an awful flash back
he'd proposed not the right tack!

Once a school friend but he didn't really like her
waking them they stood up.
Now noticing it was a fly tip ******* everywhere
not far from the last port of call!
Each still under the influence of all the drink
guiding them to the bus link.

Hoping the girl didn't remember much of last night
as the frost began to bite!
Welcome he thought to another bland year
just wanting another beer!

The Foureyed Poet.

Into the back of any thoughts it simply had gone
those penetrating words Nuclear War!
Also spoken a nuclear winter that followed
not since nineteen ninety two.
Had they been uttered with such meaning
with it a real threat leaning!

Footage of Hiroshima seemed distant images
but many countries have the weapon!
A real peril is no longer mere speculation
each with their known instability!
Without morality to hold their actions back
they'd have no qualms but attack!

Tensions are running ever closer to danger levels
as the irresponsibility explodes!
Even a limited nuclear war could easily escalate
into billions of human deaths!
Obliterated from a once green fertile surface!
to an ash covered uninhabitable place!

Maybe the few could survive along with the cockroaches!

Is this man's inevitable fate?

The Foureyed Poet.

Up very early on this particular morning
couldn't sleep not unusual.
Trillions of thoughts racing in his brain
leaving his lovely wife in bed!
knowing to well the problems he'd created
met another himself he hated.

Nine months Jamie had been having an affair
his wife asking why he was late.
On numerous days his mistress wanting him
easy to say it just happened!
How could he let his fling get out of hand
he knew it was underhand.

Couldn't rest his conscience nagged him
no children with his spouse.
Practically one less worry for him to resolve
now his mistress was pregnant!
The usual cliche he still loved his wife
aware this situation was rife!

This didn't help sort out the mess he was in
what was the solution?
None of the answers were fundamentally good
but could not escape the truth.
It would break her heart to if he were to leave
who he never wanted to deceive!

With a deep breath he prepared for honesty
it had been a long time coming.
Prided himself in being an upstanding man
not noticing how low he'd sunk.
Seven thirty approached he heard Emma stir
he had to go and tell her!

With a burning guilt consuming his whole being
he made his way for judgement day!

The Foureyed Poet.

There through the frosted glass front door
a figure stood then a tap!
You are not expecting anybody to call
cautiously moving to answer.
Then on opening you find nobody there
not a soul with a word to share!

Very shaken at this strange experience
you come inside quickly!
Unsure of what to make of the event
it had never happened before!
Not before being left completely alone
hearing a disturbing groan!

She knew the house in the forest had a tale
of a ****** but nothing else!
Not believing the stories told of this place
as an ornament fell off the shelf.
Maybe there was something within here
feeling a presence near!

Telling herself not to be silly just imagination
spirits just don't exist!
As a cold chill sped right through her body
standing there defiantly.
Sensing a physical embrace and exciting kiss
that really felt like bliss!

Now she was scared a voice cried out on her phone
"please help" it said then clicked off!
By now she'd had enough grabbing her coat and left
looking back saw a man!
Staring out of the lounge window so very near
with such an evil leer!

Getting into her pick up truck praying it would start
from that house she did part!
Vowing never to return fearing herself and sanity
there were dark secrets inside!
Had not been a believer in spirits of the dead
now having a questioning dread!

Was it real or was she actually mad!

The Foureyed Poet.

The couple on the street with nothing to their name
a tough place to find yourself.
In the cold house no heating could be used here
or consumed very often!
Parents without jobs two kids and benefits tight
another Christmas near what plight!

Centres opened at Christmas for the down and outs
this derogatory term we still use.
For most it was not a choice of their making
as the recession bites hard!
More desperate and seeking government support
increasing numbers in poverty!

At the other end of that ever longer sliding scale
those with fortunate families.
Where moneys plentiful and their futures bright
in warm well stocked homes.
No need to scrimp and save or turn off the heat
expensive toys and houses so neat!

Cost means nothing filling those many cars
having no idea of those without.
Two cultures at this festive season once more
the rich giving to charities.
To make them fell good in their arrogant way
they'll have a happy Christmas day!

I wonder how the others will fare on this magical day?

The Foureyed Poet.