Sunday, 12 November 2023

Two Poems by Angel Edwards

 



The Ghost of the Ghost Train


The ghost of the ghost train runs every Halloween night

Racing down the tracks 

to dead passengers delight

 

green makeup on faces of witches 

no apparent train engineer

Samantha like twitches

 

skeletons kiss 

without lips

ride seven laps 

around the tracks

bow deeply

disappear



Haiku


my branch feels your touch

Our roots aware of this bliss

tree tears happiness




Angel Edwards is a singer songwriter guitarist published writer published poet with 4 books from Vancouver BC Canada. Member of AFM local 145. BMI SOCAN

THE ANGEL EDWARDS MUSIC ®

http://www.angeledwards.ca


 


By at
Labels: , ,

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Four Poems by Ed Lyons

  Running Free in Free Derry     This Hallowed Ground Free Derry is Where once the martyrs bled. It’s such a merry merry place, Yet full of ...

  • Data Crunchers II -IV Poetry by Peter Donnelly
    Data Crunchers II - IV  II   Inside the computations there’s an assimilation of the very self-ness of self; it exposes corruptions...
  • Four Poems by Kim Ports Parsons
      Dream of the Homeplace     The oaks regrown, cornfields stretching to woods, hickory standing, unstruck by lightning. Slam of the ...
  • Four Poems by Michael Lee Johnson
      Frogs   "Grow grass, stone frogs," written on bathroom walls. Hippie beads, oodles colourful acid pills in dress...
  • Two Poems by Chris Collins
      Presence of Being The slight ring of the back porch chimes resonates through the air tingling sensate neurons that enable emotional and sp...
  • John Kucera Exposed As Serial Plagiarist
           John Kucera Exposed As Serial Plagiarist Plagiarism by John Kucera. I have been informed by Gabriel Ehri, the executive director of F...
  • Three Poems by Lev Bitterman
      Actaea to Nero     Dearest emperor, when I first arrived in Rome,   A mere slave, a concubine-   You made my prison a home.   The kohl, th...
  • Two Poems by Adedolapo Tunde-Muraina
      Hung Before I Am Heard   I am gagged. Live on other people’s terms.   I have no voice. I try to speak. They shut me up. Be gra...
  • Three Poems by J. D. Nelson
      the crystalline word   in the garden where I was born I am in time to snort   the mirrored earth is the best planet in the polls...
  • Five Astounding Poems by Lauren Scharhag
      Priestess Nazca Hair, Peru – the skull of a woman, possibly a priestess, with hair still attached, from approximately 200 BCE. The hair ...
  • Three Poems by J. D. Nelson
      midnight birthday poem   a wooden earth, aglow is that your policy?   for a drop of carrot juice I’ll need to see your ID   ...