Chariot From the Gods!

It descended like a chariot from the gods

onto the long golden sandy beach

witnesses enjoying the beach and waves

ran in terror as the object dropped

in silence to hover above a rocky outcrop

for a few minutes there did stop!


An awesome sight many sank to their knees

thinking was this the second coming

its brightness dimmed became a red glow

a few were bold started approaching

but their skin began to burn and retreated

as the dangers none heeded!


Nobody had seen such a sight from above

so bright emitting this radiation

now they bowed in humility and suspicion

was this a god here in a vision

afraid to look breathing made them choke

not wanting its wrath to evoke!


More gathered in awe as it became once more

a fiery ball of fire as it ascended

higher in the onyx tinged sky like a second sun

leaving an everlasting impression

drawing what they had witnessed on rock faces

from these god like alien races!


This was only the beginning they would return!





The Queue!

The Queue of exhausted starving people

snaked back over many streets

edging its way along at a snail’s pace

just to receive a loaf of bread

soldier patrolled showing no respect

had no choice but to accept!


Once smart clothes shabby and worn

but wore an identity label

nobody talked or dared show emotion

money had become worthless

for the once working classes despair

their dignity stripped bare!


Marshall law stopped looting and riots

money had no value anymore

towns and cities lay in ruins and gutted

from fires and bomb damage

the stench of sewage death and smoke

made everybody choke!


The rich had been hidden safely away

in vast walled enclaves

their lives protected and unaffected

looking down like gods

upon the now decimated population

in a world of damnation!


But within this prophesy created hell

a brilliant light on a young man fell!


The Foureyed Poet.




Heard the alarm thought it was morning

then the odour of acrid smoke

jolted her into realisation there was a fire

rolled out of bed stayed low

flames trying to get under the closed-door

her breathing becoming poor!


On the third level such a long way to jump

tried to hold the window sill

strength sapped could not grab the latch

but slid down the wall

flames had permeated the door and frame

she would die if nobody came!


Fire had now ignited the carpet and bedding

going into a deep sleep

smoke swirling around this must be the end

through half closed eyes

somebody rushed in felt herself being raised

knew she was being saved!


Unable to see anything the rescuer never spoke

yet somehow was at ease

suddenly the air was clear and sirens neared

oxygen mask placed upon her face

blankets to as she began to shiver a voice spoke

no longer did she want to choke!


In the ambulance they said she had a lucky escape

asked how she got herself out

told them somebody had brought her to safety

told later the building was gutted

nobody could have gotten into that apartment

was their expert judgement!


So who had managed to get inside nobody knew

placing her completely unharmed

on the grass in front of structure in clear view

was her life truly charmed?


Maybe it was a guarding angel or kindly ghost!


The Foureyed Poet.




That Day!

The weather was at last good on that day

as the countless military craft

headed for the designated landing beach

soldiers and sailors ready to fight

face the formidable enemy forces as one

their resolve had to be strong!


Socializing before the normality ended

many nations together in unity

differences put aside to defeat the foe

navy guns firing overhead

to wipe out the damaging gun positions

creating lethal conditions!


Onward without ceasing charged the brave

knowing they could not fail

into history to breach those enemy lines

at a terrible cost of comrades

planes dropping bombs noise and smoke

in their lungs made them choke!


Fighters back on their home soil side by side

many there for god and country

others dying to free their people from tyranny

civilians also slain on that day

as the allies spearheaded the bloody onslaught

each step desperately fought!


This being the first major step to Victory!


The Foureyed Poet.



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