Locomotive!

The steam locomotive glistened motionless

in the railway museum

as visitors clambered in the driver’s cab

handling the large levers

children’s sticky fingers touching so keen

upon this magnificent machine!

 

From a different age of public transport

countless numbers travelled

holiday makers hard pressed commuters

during those days of steam

preserved by railway preservation groups

restored for the fun to recoup!

 

The engine resprayed in its original livery

pride filled the workers

bad luck followed it from scrap to grandeur

accidents had dogged progress

even when being taken off the flatbed truck

moving it in there was bad  luck!

 

Though were professionally trained personnel

that operated the transfer

cables snapped nearly tipping the train over

but through skill was averted

since then six months on much had arisen

creating much division!

 

Visitors had reported a man sitting in the cab

boiler suit and cap smiling

talking to the them seemed to be in control

yet they had no employees

here working on any of the engines displayed

no staff this image surveyed!

 

But after the museum was closed noises heard

as the cleaners worked

described it like shovelling and metal clanging

heavy boots on the floor

even when lights were off that engine shone

something here was wrong!

 

Unexplained incidents happened items fell down

missing visitors and stewards

a feeling of happiness and despair lingered

yet it was the one engine

that everybody who came was always drawn to

the one they wanted to view!

 

It had been a working engine on the main lines

nobody knew its full history

but reports persisted of the friendly driver

maybe who had died

unable to be parted from a life he really enjoyed

his spirit still employed!

 

But there was a strong sense of bad karma as well

did a dark entity haunt it as well?

 

The Foureyed Poet

 

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The Carriage!

In a railway siding an armoured carriage

was shunted in late at night.

There were many soldiers as well as police

patrolling the sprawling yards.

Weapons with live ammunition snipers ready

trying to keep nerves steady!

 

This was a top-secret joint military operation

something imprisoned inside.

Sound proofed and reinforced to keep it in

not wanting the thing to escape.

The only noise the coupling of the carriage

and a muffled roar of rage!

 

Notices in large red letters read danger hazard

keep off ministry of defence.

A mile away on moorland soldiers gathered

guarding an area perimeter.

Where some kind of craft had been downed

burning and shattered on the ground!

 

From within an alien being was discovered dead

but a second was found alive.

Close by unhurt in what looked like an escape pod

wondering about dazed.

Tranquilizer darts quickly neutralized the foe

it’s capability’s they didn’t know!

 

The alien being was large and extremely heavy

almost prehistoric in description.

Hastily caged and restrained in the carriage

to get on a plane that night.

From the sidings  they started on their secret trip

the creature and it’s ship.

 

But the military who thought they were superior

secretive and totally secure.

Had not realised the craft was not on its own

as they moved the carriage.

Acting with suspicion thinking it was hostile

being viewed mile on mile!

 

But above hovered an undetected cloaked craft

ready to instigate a rescue!

With all the surveillance they were unaware

the train screeched to a stop.

Weapons couldn’t fire then a bright beam

shone down in a wide stream!

 

The carriage locks broke the doors just opened

and the creature was lifted.

Into the waiting ship which rapidly accelerated

high into the atmosphere.

Then it had gone leaving the military helpless

their prize now in spaces vast emptiness!

 

Man may think he’s superior and strong

but in truth this certainly is wrong!

 

Would these aliens return in a more hostile mood!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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The Track

There’s no more railway

here any more.

Never will it be back

that’s for sure.

It’s very pleasant there

a gentle pace.

of this you are aware

no need to race.

Nature is all around

you feel at ease.

With very little sound

but swaying trees.

In summer and the spring

creatures scurry.

You can hear the birds sing

so why hurry.

People walking their pets

there are runners to.

sometimes even high jets.

pass over you.

You feel good on this trail

no traffic near.

Riding over packed shale

where the airs clear.

The steam trains won’t be back

ghosts of the past.

A long the cycling track

shadows are cast.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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