Saw a bright object over a distant hillside

as the sun was setting on a warm evening

darkness was closing in slow motion

a few hang gliders had their final flights

the craft seemed to come from nowhere

stationery then it was not there!


Staring at nothing as the light blinked out

thinking it was a trick of my vision

but it reappeared once more on the hill

at speed putting on an aerial display

suddenly dark helicopters came into view

pursuing the object that split in two!


Intrigued had to get closer did not care

just as the object sped in my direction

followed by these military type aircraft

buzzing me as if to give a warning

then the glow blended back into one

and its show was now done!


Becoming bright red went out like a candle

the unmarked choppers this could not handle

hovered for a few seconds then flew away

me awe-struck but what part did they play?


What had I witnessed that warm night!




Traffic Lights!

Traffic was flowing along the dual carriageway

as the driver approached the junction

lights turned to red so had to brake and stop

annoying to halt at this point

agitation rapidly grew they did not change

fifteen minutes passed very strange!


From every direction cars converged at speed

must be a computer malfunction

was the thoughts of those in the car queue

now unable to move anywhere

anger and tension mounted as car horns blared

for this situation nobody prepared!


Gradually they got out of their vehicles frustrated

with no explanation forthcoming

that first vibration made them almost lose balance

followed by the rumble of death

grew loud in their ears as earth and sky blended

the wrath of nature descended!


Or this was the expectation as the blackness grew

panic spread amongst the people

tremors made everything shake roads disintegrated

in this part of the world not expected

fields and sky seemed to blend was it world’s end

a site hard to comprehend!


Eventually their plight would be in perspective

nothing was recognisable

landmarks had disappeared fires were ignited

from far away explosions

people stumbled about not knowing what to do

and the atmosphere was rue!


Everything around him was now a raging blaze

a loud continuous noise

rapidly made him jump back into normality

the familiar nagging voice

ringing so loudly in his ears was the beloved wife

knew there was no real strife!


Sweating profusely found himself at the lights

it must have been a daydream

during a micro sleep they had turned green

motorists behind annoyed

the carnage seemed real still fresh in his mind

all bad thoughts realigned!


Started laughing happy all was chaotically well

his happy demeanor would not last

as all that befell the people in those dark images

back at that specific junction

each sequence of cataclysmic events had begun

that no man could outrun!


The Foureyed Poet.








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.











High on the lonely yorkshire moorland

the village set was built

a long way from their main city studio

an imaginary society

had the feel of a real existing location

not a television creation!


When not in use an unsettling stillness

filled the fresh moving air

unseen activity as if life was going on

faint constant whispers

cast and crew aware of a muted sound

their subconscious did hound!


Amongst the farm animals beasts roamed

hypnotic glowing red eyes

savage snarling devil dog’s fangs exposed

wandering on the village edge

always in the shadows rarely are they seen

their very presence obscene!


Security patrolled quietly as filming proceeded

as reality and fantasy mingled

unaware of the other dimensions interacting

the crew huddled observing

actors becoming familiar characters on action

creating believable interaction!


Moments when an image mist or a shadow

that was not within the script

added to the mystique of an enchanting take

that the cameraman or director

could not grasp in the pressure of the shoot

when the schedule was acute!


But maybe the fears of any ghostly presence

is not always something to dread

this is just the mingling of nature’s elements

that should be embraced

there undisturbed since the earth was formed

before man the planet swarmed!


Do those who venture to this moorland oasis

need to fear the ghosts and spirits

blend and tease those gathered in the village

passing in and around their bodies

everyone prepares for another take to begin

feeling a slight tingle on the skin!


The anticipation of the moment is absorbed

as the pressures of a schedule

has blocked any fears of the village ambience

in a vast open landscape

paranormal discoveries remain imagination

with a disconcerting agitation!


In the village the filming goes on!


The Foureyed Poet.


An Urban Adventurer!

Thought himself as an urban adventurer

loved to enter banned sites

that read danger no entry on big signs

including disused bases

secret government bunkers for the few

that they existed nobody knew!


Prefered to explore no matter the danger

climbing into darkness and decay

being always ready for any unknown peril

undaunted of his own risk

Proceeded to his next conquest he found

somewhere deep underground!


An adrenaline rush knowing it was illegal

covertly approached the entrance

hidden in the undergrowth broke the lock

removed a rusted chain

pulled back the steel door his hunt to begin

weird sounds came from within!


Unperturbed with headlight on proceeded in

could smell the dampness

the corridor was long with doors on either side

that were locked without markings

felt the usual tenseness at last reaching the end

through an archway began to descend!


Never before had he seen a bunker so preserved

it was if this one was being used

every step echoed that was not unusual normally

being a skeptic of ghosts and monsters

just fiction to scare the masses he always thought

was there more to be sought!


The tunnel bifurcated in front another steel door

heard more distant noises

nearly made his exit but curiosity overtook fear

opting to enter the steel door

in red letters do not enter bio hazard warning

these notices was always ignoring!


With ease the handle now twisted in his hand

cautiously opened it and entered

the forbidden zone as the adrenaline flowed

ahead it seemed so bright

had a foreboding that he should not be here

but at the point of no return clear!


Found himself looking down on a vast chamber

saucer-shaped craft visible

men in white coats and overalls working on them

intently watching this activity

this never expected to see thinking it was derelict

something he could never predict!


Unaware behind him two alien creatures stood

never felt the lethal discharge

from their weapon hit him in his lower spine

two human soldiers took him away

entry point sealed forever to close the breach

no other intruders this place to reach!


Deep below the urban countryside a secret hidden

any intrusion was forbidden

the purpose of the military facility was classified

if the public knew would be horrified!


The Foureyed Poet.



Deep Endless Rumble!

Usually it passes late at night high in the sky

a deep rumble draws near

once I saw this huge dark shape overhead

looming with two red lights

like the eyes of a devil from above peering

upon those below leering!


Vibration created making the house shake

deep and ominous to those below

that same noise I have heard many times

an enigma of unknown origin

makes me wonder what in the heavens fly

that the authorities always deny!


From other areas and from around the globe

many have listened as well

but not seeing anything only the prolonged

disturbing unforgettable roar

that you could never put out of your mind

is it of man or yet undefined?


It crescendos steadily raising consternation

leaving you so uncertain

that it maybe much more than a scary noise

helpless you stare upwards

into that vast expanse really wanting to know

what horrors on us could fate throw?


Have you also heard the deep endless rumble?


The Foureyed Poet



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