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Sep 2016 · 256
I will wrap
Commuter Poet Sep 2016
I will wrap
A blanket of love around you
To keep you safe and warm

I will protect you
As you make your way
Into the unknown

I will fly
To the furthest corner of the universe
If you need me

And my thoughts will be with yours
As you dance through the good times
And scream and shout through the bad

Birds sit upon branches of blackened trees
Watching the landscape
Seeking safety

And I will sit through
The darkest of nights with you
Until the dawn breaks
8th September 2016
Sep 2016 · 250
Balmy Breezes
Commuter Poet Sep 2016
I gasp

There you are
Stretched
Across my window

Perfectly still
Resting in mid air
High
Above the ground

Yesterday
You were not there
And somehow
Overnight
You appeared

Your symmetrical body is poised
Securely resting  
Upon the mesh
Of night long labours

Your task was simple

Climb to safety
Make a home
Survive
Reproduce

Are you so different from me?

And yet

Others must die
So you can live

Are you so different from me?

Why choose my window?
Why look in?

Perhaps you watch what I do?
Perhaps you want to make me...think?

I will count the days that you endure
Observe your presence
Ponder
Your message

You will wait
For death
Silently
As balmy breezes ripple
Your web
7th September 2016
Sep 2016 · 228
Mother
Commuter Poet Sep 2016
Mother

You shine like a jewel
Cheerful, bright

You are never daunted
By the future

You are always present
In the present

Your smiles and singing
Set angels dancing through the house

Your delicious cooking
Provides life giving nourishment

You are a resevoir of love
You create the quality of the day

Mother, wife, friend
You express how you are feeling

You truly relax
Into who you are

You are
An inspiration
6th September 2016
Sep 2016 · 256
What is this struggle?
Commuter Poet Sep 2016
Though landscapes seem unchanging
And the blackness of night
Weighs down
Like a sodden blanket

One day
Of life
Is such
Treasure

Dawn will emerge
Fresh and new
Cleansing
Open

Geese will soar overhead
Making V shapes
And bodies of water
Hold secrets
In salty depths

The bookends of these days
Enfold
Memories
Melting in the dark caverns
Of my mind

And I, like slow congealing milk
Yearn for change
Ache for the revolution
Long for adventure

To draw my sword
And fight off the insidious invasions
Of ageing

And live
Once more, with vigour
5th September 2016
Sep 2016 · 309
Emotion control
Commuter Poet Sep 2016
Why let others
Tell you how to feel?

Why let others
Tell you what to think?

Emotion control

Thought control

Control
Control

If we forget
How to feel
We lose who we are

If we forget
How to think
How can we change the world?

And the world needs
Change
Doesn't it?

There are those
Who want things
To stay the same

There are those
Who are frightened
Of change

Change will come

How we experience it
Is up to us
4th September 2016
Sep 2016 · 265
Cast off
Commuter Poet Sep 2016
The truth is
The mask
Can be dropped

Celestial rays of sunlight
Will illuminate
Who we are

Layers
Can be peeled back
To reveal
Our true nature

And
There is
Such beauty
To Behold

And the truth is
Bullies
Are
Not strong
Prejudice
Is
Weakness

For life
Transcends each illusion
As eternally
As light
Voyaging
Through space

We
Most conscious
Of beings
Are children
Of a great
Shared universe

We
Are
Never
Alone

We are mistaken
To live
Without humility

False to live
Timidly

The clock ticks
Patiently
As we learn
Of our destiny

The hours
March with us
As we become
True
3rd September 2016
Commuter Poet Sep 2016
Such pure smiles
Such enthusiasm
Such independence

So smart
So prepared
So organised
So sweet
And lovely

My daughter
You enter
A whole
New world

May your true spirit
Shine strongly
And your light
Burn brightly

May you glide
Into a world
Of joyful learning

May you thrive
2nd September 2016
Sep 2016 · 413
Labels and markers
Commuter Poet Sep 2016
In passing
Curved channels
Of green, brown and blue
I absorb information

‘Easy rider’
‘Star gazer’
‘Barge Gladys’

Where will you go?
Where will you end?

Such labels and markers sing
‘I made this’
‘I made that’
‘I am…this!’

Imprinted pride
Everywhere
Screams out names
For us
To forget

Grazing cows
Pay no heed
To the comings and goings
The ownings and claimings

And why should I?

The efforts of the dead
Our forefathers, foremothers
Rest beneath our feet

We break them
We use them
Unravelling the knots of the past
To smooth a silk pathway
To the future

Life’s suckling femininity
Never ending
A flow of humanity
Beats on

How strange our inventions
How peculiar our spirits

We add something daily
Without even knowing
1st September 2016
Aug 2016 · 324
I won't read the news
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
Titillating fantasies
And horror shocks
They make me feel sick
I won't read the news

Morning thoughts
Are just too fragile
To be battered and shaken
I won't read the news

We long to feel joy
We yearn to know stories
Of human endeavour

I won't read the news
31st August 2016
Aug 2016 · 254
Scars run deep
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
The scars of the past run deep
They are hard to erase

Invisible to the eye
Yet powerful in the mind

Drilled like channels into the human soul
They re-awaken, triggered by the turn of the seasons

Causing people to behave
Differently

It’s back to school week
Back to work week
And in my dreams
I am...lost

I can’t find my way home
I am over-tired, over-worked
Clutching too many bags

Dodging through the park
In the blackness of the night
To reach the station

Now I’m lost in the tunnels of the underground
I can’t understand the maps
As the trains crash by

Where is my station?
I’ve forgotten where I live
Can't anybody help me?

I never make it home

I am lost in my dreams

And as I awaken
My body groans
My mouth parched

I lie motionless
Check the clock
5.07am

Another fifty three minutes
Until the broken arpeggio
Of my alarm
Breaks the tension

And my routine begins
30th August 2016
Aug 2016 · 921
Estuary
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
Great estuary
You refresh me with your eternal
Ebb and flow

Your surface
Undulates
Glittering serenely
In the summer sun

I enter you fatigued, dusty, worn
And then
Your salty body
Washes mine
Embracing me
Like a long lost lover

Your mixed currents
Warm and cool me
And I emerge
As if reborn
Hot blood blazing
Through my cooled veins

Seagulls bob quietly upon your surface
They rest and relax
As the moon pulls you in
And lets you go

Pulls you in
And lets you go

Like a great grandfather clock
Your pendulum swings
Beating time with your rhythm of tides

I will grow old
Gazing upon you
In awe of your constancy
Ever enchanted by
Your restorative power
29th August 2016
Aug 2016 · 252
Each Tiny Miracle
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
In the silent spaces
Of pre-dawn
Particles of dreams
Oscillate
And merge

Dewdrops sparkle
Catching rays of pure sun
As the wondrous
Unfettered
Glory of creativity
Awakens

Super-natural bodies dance
And smiles drift into sleeping faces
As delicately as the approach of spring

Songs are born
And writers take up pens
Artists splodge their brushes
Into thick globs of paint

Actors breathe deeply
Singers warm their voices
And poets notice
Each blade of grass
And bow in wonder
At each tiny miracle

This great world
Is the cradle
Of human endeavour
And true art
A supreme act of gratitude
28th August 2016
Aug 2016 · 230
I wish I were
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
I wish I were
Swimming in the sea
With you

I wish I were
Drinking coffee
With you

I wish I were
Spending time
With you

Knowing
You
My friend

I wish I could
Change
Your point of view

I wish you could
Change
Mine

I wish I could
Give joy
To you

I wish I could
Hold
This time

I wish I could
Do
Great things

I wish I could
Celebrate
The world

I wish I could
Paint a beautiful picture
Of the future

Just for us
My friend

I wish

I wish

I wish
27th August 2016
Aug 2016 · 553
Do not quail
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
Do not quail
At the task ahead of you
Just complete it
Step by step

Be a lion
Not a mouse
Get to know yourself
And become stronger than ever

Build a backbone of iron
And do not bend
Before the eight winds

For solutions are in the air
They just need to be found
And tapped

To have a seeking spirit
Is the way to live
And achieving victory
Brings joy
26th August 2016
Aug 2016 · 213
Cover up?
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
Are you covering up?
Then you must uncover!

You are not allowed to wear this,
You must take that off!

You will pay for this!

This is wrong

Policeman
You’ve no right
To tell women
How to dress

This cannot be law
This cannot be right
This is incorrect
Let there be no doubt

If laws create division
We must educate

Let us be human
Let us apologise

We may not get things right all the time
But we must recognise the errors
We have made
And set them right
25th August
A woman instructed by police to remove a headscarf on a beach in South of France
Aug 2016 · 216
Somewhere else
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
I think I will get out of bed
I think I will feed the cat
I think I will make some tea
I think I will pray

I think I will shave and take a shower
I think I will get dressed
I think I will eat a bowl of cereal
I think I will clean my teeth

I think I will stroke the kitten
And look in on my sleeping daughter
I think I will walk to the station
I think I will buy my ticket
And go to work

Maybe there I will find what I am looking for?
Maybe there I will find out who I am
Because on this particular morning, I am here,
But I am not here

I am present,
But I am not present

Even the beauty of a silent and glassy high tide
Cannot reach my heart
The person I want to be
Is somewhere else

The person I thought I would become
Is somewhere else
24th August 2016
Aug 2016 · 324
Flock
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
You spray colour the sky
Diving east then west
Riffing with each other
Turning your wings in rhythm

A leader emerges and all follow
Gliding this way then that
And then another leads
And another

Black, grey, white and clear
Your shades change before my eyes
Your form evolves
From oval to round
Stretching and expanding
Like a beating heart

Community of birds
You are as one
Decorating the heavens
With spirals of flight
23rd August 2016
Aug 2016 · 239
Gurtie
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
Amber eyes
Grey fur
A loud reassuring purr

Four soft feet
With padded paws

A gentle tail
And playful claws

Inquisitive
Soft
And
Fun

A new adventure
Has begun

A lively kitten
In our small house

As Gurtie joins
The family
22nd August 2016
Aug 2016 · 374
The human heart
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
The human heart is good
Though too often shrouded by delusion

The human heart is kind
But only serves others when the spirit is strong

The human heart is wise
Yet the mind is often too persuasive

The human heart is unlimited
Though our lifetimes are short

The human heart is unfathomable

No matter how one tries to know it
It can never be fully understood
21st August 2016
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
Would you
Could you
Embrace
Me
In my
Filthy
Nakedness?

My hairy
Smelly
Swollen
Gritty
Craggy
Nailly
Grey and paley
Specklediness?

My empty headedness
My peculiarity
My fattening
Tightly
Loosely
Growing
Shrinking
Stretchy
Unstretchiness?

My glossitic
Pharangeal
Gall bladderistic
Liver liquory
Groaning
Folding
Guttiness
Gustiness
Lustiness
Testiculus
Buttocky
Armpitty
Greas­y
Fleecy
Personage?

Could you
Would you
Embrace
This product
Of evolutionary
Engineerance?

This flabbergastable
Uncontrinchable
Everflinchable
Non-delinchable
Pe­rspickinstable?
Blob?

I’m ought
But a nought
A drought
Flout
A Scout
About
Rout
Tout
Out
O
O
O
O
O

You would…?

You...could...?

I am
Amazed
Phased
Crazed
Dazed
Sazed
Madesed
Elazed

And to you
I embrace
Your embrace
With grace
And
A smileiciouss
Splish
On my
Face
20th August 2016
Aug 2016 · 359
Let not the struggle
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
To live
Is to struggle
Yet
Let not the struggle
Be a struggle

Let the struggle
Be a privilege
19th August 2016
Aug 2016 · 296
Broken Oak
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
You stand
Cracked

Your trunk
Shattered

And yet
One strand of you
Holds on

As your body
Lays still
Like a beached whale
Across the field

Inside your hollow
I peer
And see the effort
Of a century
Exposed
Revealed
Completed
Decaying

Broken oak
Even in death

Yours
Is
Majesty
18th August 2016
Aug 2016 · 661
What do you mean?
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
Above the rock
Land and sea
Beneath the rock
Molten rock

Beneath molten rock
Liquid nickel and iron
Beneath the liquid
Solid

Behind each word
Is meaning
Behind each sentence
Purpose
What are you saying to me?
What is your desire, your purpose?

Beneath the bark
Is cambium
The cortex
The phloem primary,secondary

The vascular cambium
Xylem
Secondary,primary
Then the pith

Behind each vibration
Is energy
Beneath our skins
Is flesh and bone
Beneath our clothing
We are animals
What are we saying
To the world?
17th August 2016
Aug 2016 · 773
Like barges
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
Coffins float barge-like
Down a flooded street in Louisiana

Horses lie as if dead in grassy fields
Whilst lorries stand motionless at the roadside

The wheels of my train
Screech against the hot tracks

And trees continue to grow silently
Beside curving fields bathed in crisp sunlight

My sandals click against the soles of my feet
As I head home quietly

In the summer
Of 2016
16th August 2016
Aug 2016 · 240
Be the one
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
This day
Is someone’s first

This day
Is someone’s last

Make this day
Your day
A day of human triumph

The sun is shining brightly
Your struggle to reveal
Your unique potential
Is valiant

Bricks at the base of a building
Bear the greatest weight
Yet they stand
Strong, bold, immovable

Be the one
To bring a smile to each face

Be the one
To resolve the conflict

Be the one
To reach out

For those of us who survive
This day is precious
15th August 2016
Aug 2016 · 273
A river is flowing
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
A river is flowing
And I am in it

I hear the swirls and bubbles
And experience the shocking, refreshing burn
Of clean cold water

No longer
Are there barriers
To this journey

For I have discovered
A great opportunity
To make a fresh start
And I will take it

I leap upon the currents
Inhaling the morning air
And stride forwards with hope

I allow the great creative currents of the universe
To enfold me with their compassionate love

I dance through the ebb and flow
Of magnetic tides

And sing with the breezes
Sigh with the rushes

The future is mine
And I will take it

With arms open wide
In a loving embrace
14th August 2016
Aug 2016 · 196
New tricks
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
Am I too old to change?
Is it too late to develop?
Have I gone as far as I can go?

I know I cannot run as fast as I used to
Although part of me thinks I can

I know I cannot lift as much as I used to
Although part of me thinks I can

If true human challenge
Means to stretch oneself
Beyond one’s own boundaries
Then my boundaries are becoming more visible to me

Fear of death
Fear of unknown things
Vanity
Loss of youth

I cling to these, my increasingly familiar demons
Whilst ironically complaining about stagnation

I have to challenge myself to challenge my life
And this I must do
Amongst people

Alone I am stuck with myself
And my anxieties

With others I can change
I can take on
The challenge
13th August 2016
Aug 2016 · 248
Memories of the day
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
A clever spider
Who bunches his feet
To become round like a tiny stone

An early morning swim
Alone in the Atlantic
Waves of sand gentle
Beneath my feet
A seagull resting on the glassy surface
My sole companion

Coffee sweetened with sugar

My soul guiding me
Not my mind

My last day of holidays
In Cornwall

Beautiful land of nature
May you always remain
Untouched by the impatient advances
Of avaricious technology

Today I travel from coast to coast
But my memories of this beautiful day
Nourish me
And prepare me for
A new future
12th August 2016
Aug 2016 · 315
One million
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
One million
Grains of sand
In my palm

When will you
Become nothing?

A million stars
In the night sky

Are you become nothing?

One million thoughts
Pass through my head
Are but a few of you
Worth nothing?

What is nothing?
Silence?
Non-existence?
Death?
Waiting?

One trillion voices
Calling out
For peace and hope

Everything
11th August 2016
Aug 2016 · 239
Beyond the revolution
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
Beyond the revolution
There will be:

Clean air
Culture
Art
Music
Dancing

Chemical free fields and food
Work opportunities
Clothing

Equality
Balance
Nuclear free energy

No nuclear weapons
No more greed
No more war

A deeper consciousness
Dialogue
Housing for all

Governments that serve
Respect for each living thing

The revolution
Is ours to lead

Beyond the revolution
Is every moment
From now
10th August
Aug 2016 · 243
Beyond the revolution
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
Beyond the revolution
There will be:

Clean air
Culture
Art
Music
Dancing
Chemical free fields and food

Work opportunities
Clothing
Equality
Balance
Nuclear free energy

No nuclear weapons
No more greed
No more war

A deeper consciousness
Dialogue
Housing for all

Governments that serve
Respect for each living thing

The revolution
Is ours to make

Beyond the revolution
Is every moment
From now
10th August 2016
Aug 2016 · 209
To the very end
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
Expect
The unexpected

Life is a series of riddles
Only understood in retrospect

Plan, but do not expect
Your plan to be fulfilled
To the letter

Something greater
Will be achieved

If you continue
To the very end
9th August 2016
Aug 2016 · 197
Kite
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
Hanging in the air
Leaning into the wind
Motionless
Still

Waiting
Watching
Looking down
For movement

A strike

And then
Nothing

Ascend
Arise
Find a place
To take the winds
And float alone

Waiting
Watching

I take my walk
In silence
Occasional melodies
Repeating in my head

I have walked these paths before
But I am older
Less expectant

Yet somehow
Still restless
Wanting more
From myself

Though uncertain
How to respond

Kite
You know what to do
You fail many times
Before you succeed
Yet with each failure
You climb higher

Even though my mind can’t locate
A way forward
The walk does something to me

Maybe I have to leave my problems
For them to become resolved
Perhaps my interference with them
Is the problem?

Noble pathway
Show me
That small diversions
Are but earthly

Success will come
But first
I must fail
Fail
And fail again
8th August 2016
Aug 2016 · 1.3k
Primrose water
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
Somewhere
Far from here
Is a heavenly place

Where I bathe my head
In primrose water

Poetry flows
From rosebud lips

And dreams float
Before my eyes

Somewhere far from here
Birds sing delicate melodies
While Gallic harps play ancient music

Friendships abound
Abundant as the wild grasses

Somewhere far from here
Each single moment
Is precious
And special

Gentle folks gather to hear
Great stories of heroism

Somewhere far from here
The efforts of men
Combine to make
The wings of peace
And families relax
Into their most creative natures

Somewhere far from here
People yearn to inhabit
A place that can be created
A place that can be found
7th August 2016
Aug 2016 · 1.1k
Three steps and in!
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
‘Three steps and in!’

To the crashing waves at Praa Sands
Wife, daughter, niece and me
Four lucky people
Swimming together
Lifted up screeching by the swelling waves
Shivering and screaming in excitement
At the masterful physicality
Of the great sea
As we are thrown this way
And that

All problems have gone
And we are totally absorbed
By the great cleansing motion
Up, down, swell and dip

All arguments, frustrations, anger
Are swept away
By the power of this Cornish high tide

We are free to experience
The pull of this wonder

Just for a moment
We are all completely happy
6th August 2016
Aug 2016 · 1.5k
Butterfly
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
Red Admiral
You land on my hand
In the warmth
Of this Cornish summer evening

Your arrival takes me by surprise
And I hold still
To witness the special moment

One full minute
You sit in silence
Motionless
Sunning your wings
Of red, black and white

Back arched
Proud chest pushing forward
As if to say
‘Look at me!
Look how beautiful  I am!
You too
Can live a life as beautiful
If you can survive transformation’

The wings close
And I am shown the rippled bark-like brown
Of the underwing

I wait
Barely breathing
As still as the butterfly
And then
She is gone
Forever

But my poem
Will secure her visit
In my memory
5th August 2016
Aug 2016 · 271
Sinking feeling
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
There is part of me
That cannot figure things out
I know it is there
But I cannot get to know it
It is my node of confusion
My spinning top
Ever whirring
Beaten by external forces

A part of me
That is lost for ever
Numbed, isolated, defeated and shipwrecked
An injured butterfly
Frail, uncertain

I wish I could understand
My deep uncertainty
My sinking groaning silent place

When it takes hold
I miss my mother
I miss my hope
I miss my self
5th August
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
I feel strength returning
The sun is gradually rising
The future slowly appearing

The future

Once so misty and hazy
Was always there

Not pre-destined
But available
To shape, to inhabit

Though black clouds may blind me
The future remains

There is always tomorrow

Tomorrow will never disappear
Even if I do

And there is always
Humanity and hope

So long as people survive
There will always be love

So long as children are born
There will always be education

So long as cultures endure
There will always be compassion

Though I may be driven to extremes
There is always my tomorrow

Not the tomorrow
Others may predict for me

But the one I create for myself
A vast ocean
Of possibilities
If I can just fight against
Delusion

In the distance
The sounds of gulls
Soars above the bash
Of foaming seas

The earth shows me my inner nature
Sometimes clear
Sometimes shrouded
But constant as the changing landscape

A novel of endlessly turning pages
Each chapter describing a different pattern
Like rotating seasons
Predicatably unpredictable

We go on
In this way
Towards
The future
3rd August 2016
Aug 2016 · 326
Anger rising
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
Don’t kid yourself
That you’ve created angels
When bullets are flying

Don’t kid yourself
That you’ve raised a guru
When poppy wars are raging

Don’t kid yourself
That refusing to work
Makes you a warrior

Don’t kid yourself
That living off others
Makes you an artist

Don’t kid yourself
That controlling others
Makes you a powerful person

Don’t kid yourself
That shouting abuse in public
Makes you an leader

Don’t kid yourself
That you are loved
By those you abuse

Don’t kid yourself
That you are in charge
And things will never change  

Don’t kid yourself
That you know best
When you don’t even know yourself

Don’t kid yourself
That you are better
Than those you so readily criticise

This world turns in circles
And the forces of causality
Turn in such a way too
2nd August 2016
Commuter Poet Aug 2016
Your temper flares
Like an alligator
Flashing forth from the water’s edge
And I ask
Why do I endure?
Why do I carry on like this?

The sea roars
Incessantly
Like the sound of a gale
I am drawn to its power

Clouds have emptied
Ceaselessly today
And the earth
Which holds so many secrets
Lies sodden

My feet cool on the wet grass
And I wonder
What will the future hold
For the likes of me?

Is there a promised land
Or will it all be over
In a flash?

Sometimes my day disappears
And all I have done
Is struggle
To arrive at some place
Just to arrive

I could gaze up at the stars
And they would tell me more
Than your eyes do

Perhaps I should expect less from you
And more from the universe
In forty years time
I will know the answer
1st August 2016
Jul 2016 · 306
When love has died
Commuter Poet Jul 2016
What is there to say
When love has died?
When it seems
That there is
Nothing left to say...

Two people
Drift slowly apart
Too eager to criticise each other
Dismissive of their beautiful talents
Silently resentful of their ageing bones

When love has died
Joint creations
Shared possessions
Memories
Tarnish and rot slowly
Disappearing into a tunnel
Of nothingness

Frustration simmers
When what you once thought was love
Turns out to be something else
Something time limited

When the person
You thought you loved
Turned into someone different

Just like you did

When love has died
All you can do is reinvent yourself
Re-examine everything

When love has died
Nobody is to blame

But somewhere in heaven
An angel
Takes its last breath
31st July 2016
Jul 2016 · 353
Atlantic View
Commuter Poet Jul 2016
Folds of light
Ripped into shreds
Shimmer on a horizon of inky black

Washing up is carried
To the shower block
A barefoot march across the fields
Blotchy legs sprinkling sand as they go

Dogs bound eagerly
With their half chewed tennis *****
Desperate for one last game
Of fetch

Older brothers
Sprint past their siblings
And jumpers are pulled on

Campfires are lit
And the distant peals of laughter
Echo above
The reassuring rush of
The eternal tides

Vistas change minute by minute
Whilst stars prepare to pierce the night skies

On the footpath
Slugs appear
As if from nowhere

While crickets sing out to each other
I am here, I am here
30th July 2016
Jul 2016 · 295
Man of Wax
Commuter Poet Jul 2016
I have dived
Into the depths of my life
And found discontentment there

The fatigue of driven efforts
Weighs on my dizzy head
Like sandbags

And I can only hope to find a new route
To re-surface

The fragility
Of this life
Reverberates around my skull

And I carry out my motions
Of pure survival

In the end
I have to open
And let go
Of all former experiences

For I have challenged head on
My very fragility and brittleness

My glass encasements shimmer
And crackle as I strive to hold
My head aloft
And locate my mission

My mission
Not the one
Others would choose for me

I am like a wax man
Whose heart burns brightly with flame
But whose body wilts
Beneath the strain

Tomorrow sometimes looms
Sometimes beckons

But the adventure
Is
A wonder
29th July 2016
Jul 2016 · 524
Between us
Commuter Poet Jul 2016
Happiness exists between us
Like oxygen
I can’t see it
But it is there

Like an umbilicus
It connects us

Like a circle
It has no beginning
And no end

Happiness exists between us
Without you
I couldn’t be happy

Even the islands
Are surrounded by sea
And the earth joins the sky
And the sky encircles the moon

I could never be happy just on my own
So its you
That I send my happiness to

I couldn’t be happy without you
Nor could I be sad
In fact I couldn’t be human without you
No matter what you do
I will be glad
28th July 2016
Jul 2016 · 316
I just want time to think
Commuter Poet Jul 2016
I just want time to think
On what I’m going to do
But first I need to get some sleep
Before I work things through

I just want time to think
Before I live my life out
But the bills are so impatient
And the man won’t give me time-out

I just want time to think
About who I want to be
But the demands just keep on coming
What with kids, the house, the family

I just want time to think
Before I get too old
About how to spend my waking hours
Whilst I’m sort of in control

I just want time to think
About how much I can take
The more stuff piles on top of me
The more I think I’ll break

I just want time to think
A padded cell would do
Where nothing from the outside
Can stop me thinking my life through

I just want time to think
And then I will be ready
To plan out all my days ahead
And make life happen just like I said

I’d stop the phones and emails
End all media bombardment
I’d put my feet up, my head down
For just a month I’d be out of town

So talk to me right after that
I’ll give a different answer
To the one I’d have to give you now
The one I’m used to handing out

I just want time to think
Before saying yes or no
I might just have to say maybe
I’m sorry I just don’t know
27th July 2016
Jul 2016 · 591
Cool the meshing waves
Commuter Poet Jul 2016
We are on the brink
We must fight to survive
We must fight to live

Our energies collide
But we must not turn them to fire
Fire which burns all in its path

We must cool the meshing waves
And turn them to creation
And ask ourselves
Why do we do it?

We must awaken
Our deepest morality

Mine our consciousness
To create coexistence

Never should our bodies turn to arms
Never should we destroy life

Smiles and laughter alone
Should decorate the faces of the young
As they gallop into the future

Those who have exploited others
Must repay them

Those who have done wrong
Must put it right

Those who promote imbalance
Must rebalance

We must find a way
To create a home for everyone

The natural earth is our joy and guide
The very birds and flowers
Rivers and seas cushion us from our basest desires

The diversity of nature
Shows us the way

The fine balance of nitrogen oxygen
Argon and carbon dioxide
In our air
Allows us to breathe and metabolise

We are loved, embraced, nurtured
By our universe

We must fight
Endure
Struggle
And work
For our very future
26th July 2016
Jul 2016 · 2.9k
Dragonfly
Commuter Poet Jul 2016
Dragonfly
I think you must be returning home
After your day in the sun

I wonder if you remember
When you were young?

A tiny nymph
Growing
Shedding skin
Feeding
Beneath the water

Waiting
Waiting
For the time to arrive

For you to take
Your first flight
And leave the water
Far behind

Dragonfly
Did you suffer as you hung
From the river bank
Waiting for your wings to grow?

Dragonfly
Your transformation is complete
And you fly free across the evening sky
As if it were the easiest thing to do

Dragonfly
You will wait quietly somewhere  
For tomorrow to come
And I gaze at the soft sky thinking
Will I surrender to my own transformation
Just as you did?
25th July 2016
Jul 2016 · 713
I come from nowhere
Commuter Poet Jul 2016
I come from nowhere
Im certain
No country defines
Who I am
I was born in a time
But not in a place
I come
From nowhere
I just
Am

Don’t say
You own this, I own that
Don’t tell me
That yours is the land
Don’t hurt
My brothers
And sisters
Just because a map says you can

For I come from nowhere
I know
I was born in a time not a place
Our mothers just want to nurture
All children
Regardless of their race

Don’t kid me that
You ‘own’ a building
Don’t fool me that you understand
That money means value
And owning it
Makes yours a wonderful clan

For I come from nowhere
I think
I was born in a time not a place
The world are my brothers and sisters
And nothing can take their place

So don’t lock the food in your cupboard
Don’t steal all the fish from the deep
Don’t siphon off oil
And triple the price
And rip off the poor and the weak

For you come from nowhere
Im sure
We drifted in ether together
We wondered what kind of life to lead
Before choosing our father and mother

So tear down the walls that divide us
And rip all the maps up and see
Just what we can do together
To make this place happy and free

For I come from nowhere
I'm certain
No country defines
Who I am
I was born in a time
But not in a place
I come
From nowhere
I just
Am
24th July 2016
Jul 2016 · 298
Hope power
Commuter Poet Jul 2016
When you are at your lowest ebb
Who do you turn to?
Who would you trust
With your life?
Where are the role models?

The young step through
The mirror of ages
To confront
Crushing anxieties
Of self doubt

Wondering
Wondering
What if?
What if?

Dialogue with oneself
Can drive one crazy

Problems
Are there to share
They are
The keys
To our connectedness
A pathway to friendship

No one should suffer on their own
We are one race

Your pain
Is not separate from me

Your happiness
Your victory
Is something
To be celebrated
Together

There is hope

It is stronger
Than all human pain

The future is
Ours to create

And it should shine
With the bright rays
Of true humanity
23rd July 2016
Jul 2016 · 245
Enter
Commuter Poet Jul 2016
Encoded words
Spell
Desire

Luscious fruits float
Before blurry eyes

And I lose consciousness

The future
Is too close

In my charred malady
Dizziness sways me
And expectantly
I count the days until...

I stop

All expectation

And enter
The forest
Of my dreams
22nd July 2016
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