Saturday, 9 November 2024

Three Poems by Angel Edwards

 





Mozart’s button 

 

European estate 

button was found 

button was made  

of yellow gold 

minuscule  

magnificent  

smooth round 

soothing to hold 

 

Mythology appearing 

then glibly did claim 

button was  

from a coat  

bearing  

 

Mozart name 

 

button was  

a family chattel 

not thought  

valuable enough 

to sell 

yet sentimental  

historical  

 

button was a lucky charm 

talisman 

keeping   

away  

harm



KING LOUIS THE GLORIOUS SUN  King

Louis the glorious sun 
king rock star
original sunny days speaker
in the palace of gold
King Louis wallowed 
luxury lavish lush over praised
while basic livelihood 
became out of reach
out of touch 
with the ordinary low strung 
living in his own
precious orbit
his subjects starving
oblivious to it
theatrical throned playwright
star producer brilliance
up staging anything important
his every move
observed applauded
absurd live entertainment
assured pageant 
netflix of centuries ago
King Louis the bright sun king
rock star zillionaire 
ownership entitlement surpassing measure
Versailles veritable treasure


From the book “GOLD CONJURES POETRY” By Angel Edwards
The Angel Edwards Music ®️ Canada (Silver Bow Publishing)




Summer's End


In the final sigh  

of summers end 

Always  

if summers not leaving 

Now stays 

 

can you promise she’ll be home soon 

to see summer again 

 

autumn peers dreamy to afar 

fall breeze trails after 

gold and red leaves  

carpet the ground 

 

winter waiting in the wings 

silver snow promise brings 

shadows embossed in whites and blues 

winter nights comfortings





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





 

 

 

 

 

 






 



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