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Aug 2019 · 85
Flight
Commuter Poet Aug 2019
Launch
With a roar of engines
Pick up speed
Faster
Faster
Faster

Will I lift?
Can I lift?

Push faster
Time is running out
The runway is shortening
Wheels are spinning

Air is rushing
Against my wings
Which resist
Resist
Resist
Until

I am airborne
Flying

Free in three dimensions
Held by the air

Surrounded by it
Ungrounded

Loose
Liberated

Disappeared
29th August 2019
Eastside's 25th Birthday party
Aug 2019 · 104
Empty Space
Commuter Poet Aug 2019
If everything that I knew disappeared
What would be left?

Even the things that I despise and criticise
If they were gone,
What would there be?

Emptiness?

Nothing?

Space?
29th August
Commuter Poet Aug 2019
Everything begins from now

The black crow that swoops low
Over the lush green field

The hanging fronds of a willow tree
Brushing the earth

The white crested nose of a great horse
Nodding as I pass

The hazy heat of a summer morning
Dizzying to the eyes

The rattle of a train
Cutting through August’s balmy air

The moist coolness
Of the forest floor

All begin from now

All things
Each built upon another
Are dependent
Interdependent
Growing
From moment to moment

Sometimes pioneers
Stand alone
And die

Other times
They stand to start a new movement
Gathering hundreds and thousands of followers to their side

Everything begins with one in the now

The old build the new
Moment by moment

Their ageing bodies
Bringing forth new life
All in the moment
All in the now
A new journey commencing 27th August 2019
Aug 2019 · 111
The pressure of our time
Commuter Poet Aug 2019
Ours is a time in which crazed youths leave their homes, weapons in hand
Ours is a time in which skin colour and place birth mean more than they should
Ours is a time in which the rich rule the poor and the poor long to be rich
Ours is a time in which the temperature is rising, but engines keep running
Ours is a time in which true hope is in short supply but anger abounds
Ours is a time in which security is longed for but denied to so many

Ours is a time in which everything must change

Because times like these cannot continue
22 die in El Paso Walmart shootings
9 die in Dayton Ohio shooting including the assassins sister
Jul 2019 · 344
Midnight Poem
Commuter Poet Jul 2019
It is a special time
As I sit
Alone in my small green back garden
At midnight

And the stars are out this night

My four cats wonder why I am up
And Gertie lets me cradle her
As I take in the cool air
Before disappearing into the darkness
The others sit on their cushions watching me
Before curling up again
To dream their feline dreams

I gaze upwards
And let the my crazed daytime thoughts
Evaporate
And as my body temperature cools
I become child like
Free
Free-er than I have been for some time

And for once, the air smells clean

From the silence I hear the winds coming
And the sound of the leaves as they dance

And I wonder how far has that wind travelled
To meet me
Why does it come as it does and then fade away?

The stars don't know
They just shine down
And still I sit

Stupid
Ignorant
Innocent
Alone
In my garden
At midnight

Until at last
I feel tired
The sleep that has evaded me
May come
Perhaps

And I will wake
Most probably tired
In the day
But better for my time
In the garden
At midnight
2nd July 2019 midnight
Jun 2019 · 86
Knife Crime
Commuter Poet Jun 2019
Why must our children
Tremble
As they walk our streets
On their way to school?

Why is it
That nine-year olds
Fear
Being mugged?

Why is it
That those who have gone before them
Have not survived
Into adult hood?

Why is it
That knives
Made for cutting food
Are cutting short our children’s future

What have done to create this mess?

My anger rises
Tears rush to my eyes
What have we done!

And what will we do

TO PUT THIS RIGHT!
A morning of heartfelt poetry written and performed at a primary school stirs my anger at this injustice
14th June 2019 11am
Jun 2019 · 249
Beauty
Commuter Poet Jun 2019
There is so much beauty
In each
Moment
Apr 2019 · 224
London Marathon
Commuter Poet Apr 2019
I must have watched
Thousands as they went past.
Some of them smiling
Some talking
Many with headphones in
Just trying to keep going
Pacing
Racing
Running
Advancing

These are the five-hours-plus-brigade
Non-athletes
The heavily built
The fancy-dressers
The fun-runners

The fundraisers
The elders
The young
The determined
The never-give-uppers
The heroes
And heroines

Pale faced
Sweating
Exhausted
Aching
Stumbling
Lumbering
One step
At a time

These are the champions
Running for mum
Running for dad
Running for children
Running for hospitals
Running for rhinos
Running for bees
Running for hope
Running for life
Running together

Pounding their bodies
For the good of others
Pushing themselves
Beyond the limits

We are the cheerers
Lining the route
The clappers
The callers
The encouragers
The supporters

Togetherness
Created
A mass
Of people

One day
One goal
One finish line
One people
23 Mile Marker - Byward Street London EC3R 5AS
Apr 2019 · 119
More beauty in this world
Commuter Poet Apr 2019
I think we need more beauty in this world.
The sounds of singing in hospital wards
The caress of soft hands on tired faces
The offering of food to the poor and needy
The encouraging words of a gentle leader

I think we need more beauty in this world
More nurturing of all the plants and animals
With which we share the planet
More tender care to clean our waters and refresh the oceans
More time to observe the twinkling of the stars

I think we need more beauty in the world
More stories of truth, more poetry, more fables
More joining together of instruments in soothing sounds
More holding hands, more helping each other
More belief in each other

More hope
26th April 2019
Mar 2019 · 148
Mother's day
Commuter Poet Mar 2019
To be the one that children turn to
In the very darkest hours

To be the one to whom we all rush
To share our news

To be the one to whom
We are connected for life

To live the greatest and most uncelebrated
Of all human endeavours
Happy Mother's Day to mothers everywhere
Feb 2019 · 270
93 million miles
Commuter Poet Feb 2019
93 million miles
Have you travelled
To reach me
And warm my face

Walking to the station
I observe your golden rays
Making patterns between the trees
Illuminating this winter morning

A community of wood pigeons
Pick at the earth
Where the frosted grasses
Have melted in your light

And people appear
Walking through swirling clouds of whiteness
Like mysterious characters
Of some great drama

How clearly I see your rays
Simple straight lines
Journeying for 93 million miles
To where I stand

Avoiding any obstacle
To land upon one man’s face
And make him feel
Happy
14th February 2019
Feb 2019 · 130
Man of Wax (reprise)
Commuter Poet Feb 2019
I am like
A wax man
Whose heart burns brightly with flame
But whose body wilts
Beneath the strain
12th Feb 2019
Jan 2019 · 137
Voice of reason
Commuter Poet Jan 2019
‘It’s ok to be who you are’ said the man
His voice cracked and his eyes squinted.
Snow had settled on a few rooftops and ice painted swirls on the train platform.
‘But I don’t like who I am’
‘Why not?’
‘I don’t know.  It’s this feeling that I have inside of me.  That I’m not really any good for anything.’
‘When do you get that feeling?’
‘Most of the time’
‘Most of the time?’
‘Yes’
‘That’s a lot of time spending feeling that’
‘I know’
‘Do you ever not feel that way?’
‘Sometimes’
‘And when is that?’
‘When I am distracted.  You know, when I am thinking about other things.’
‘What other things?’
‘Work, family, Brexit.’
‘Brexit!’
‘Yes, believe it or not, I am addicted to watching the news on Brexit.’
‘That’s sad’
‘Yes it is.  I guess it gives me something to feel indignant about.’
‘Do you want to feel indignant?’
‘Yes, I think I do.’
‘Why do you want to feel indignant?’
‘Because I think I have failed.’
‘What have you failed at?’
‘Life’
‘Life?’
‘Yes, living. You know life!  Being a successful person.’
‘So tell me, what’s a successful person?’
‘Someone who doesn’t have to worry about paying their mortgage.’
‘Really?  Is that what you really think?’

‘Last night, I dreamt of a party.’
‘What kind of party?’
‘A party in the garden of a big house.’
‘Whose house?’
‘I guess I owned it.’
‘So what happened.  It was my daughter’s birthday and I kept calling her E.D.’
‘E.D.?’
‘That’s right. And there was lots of food and drink and music.’
‘It sounds like a good party.’
‘It was, but it was also just a dream.’
‘That’s ok.  It’s good to have dreams and to remember them.’
‘Is it?  Who says?’
‘Me’
‘And who are you?’
‘A voice of reason.’
‘Reason?’
Conversation with myself
30th Jan 2019
Jan 2019 · 149
Young again
Commuter Poet Jan 2019
Sometimes I feel like a very small child
That needs to be looked after

Sometimes I wish someone would stroke my hair
and whisper reassuring words to help me get to sleep

I think of my mother, and then my father
And remember the feeling of heavy tears running down my hot childish cheeks, dampening my pillows

And I wish, just for a while, that I was young again
22nd Jan 2019
Feverish in bed 22:43
Jan 2019 · 439
What if...
Commuter Poet Jan 2019
What if today was the last day that I saw you
Would I regret, not kissing you goodbye?

What if today was the last day that you saw me
Would you regret not saying goodbye?
Leaving the house without saying goodbye...
7th Jan 2019
Jan 2019 · 676
Sleep little child
Commuter Poet Jan 2019
Sleep little child
Winter has come
Trees standing leafless
Reach to the sun

Your mother's love
Pours from the heart
Melting the frosts
That cling to the grass

Open your eyes
And you will see
Light burning bright
Along the sea

Father's gone away
Into the war
He's fighting the winds
That batter his door

Sleep little child
Rest as you are
Life is long
You must travel far
3rd Jan 2019
Feeling very low this morning -  better as the day goes on
Jan 2019 · 177
From my window
Commuter Poet Jan 2019
From my window
I see swirls of green
Mottled branches reaching up
A black crow swerving
To take its perch

The down and up of
Chlorophyll hills
Horses in coats
Standing like guards, steadily

Parallel pathways of jeeps rubber tyres
A duck and a drake floating in silence

Solar panels look up to the stars
And sheep huddle, waiting
For something to pass

Tall firm pillars
Driven in mulchy brown filth
Support travellers
Across the mixed Cornish, Devonish waters

The train trundles on
Towards the East
And I wander towards
The place I call
Home
1st Jan 2019 13:54
Great Western Railway
Arriving at Plymouth
Jan 2019 · 270
Time
Commuter Poet Jan 2019
The hands of time beat eternally
January 1st 2019
Dec 2018 · 187
King of Essex
Commuter Poet Dec 2018
Crossing great highways
Of the capital city
The king fights on
Indomitably

Thick green matter
May clog his airways
And rattle his chest
As he splutters through
The pallor of a wintery illness

December fatigue
And hungry anxiety
May grinds his bones
And shake his humours
But ancient spells
Will rouse up within him
A dragon more powerful and strong
Than you can imagine

He has made it to this day  
And he will ingest
A concoction of sugary confections
And spiced drinks
To anoint and soothe his inner workings

For he is
The King of Essex
Most noble and brave
Undefeatable by any adversary
Prepared to fight
Until the bitterest conclusion
Occupying the throne
Glowing with life
14th Dec 2018
Nov 2018 · 165
At the sea
Commuter Poet Nov 2018
Meet me
At the sea, see?
You and me
Will be free
To be
Who
We want to be
When we meet
At the sea
See?

I see
That we will be
Who we need to be
When we
Are free
To be free
You and me
Finally
See?

We
Will be
Free
See
At the sea
See?
Can't sleep 3.10am 22nd Nov 2018
Oct 2018 · 2.0k
Worthless
Commuter Poet Oct 2018
The truth is –
I am not worthless
I am not weak
Because strength comes from character
It comes from what you do
When your back is up against the wall

Worth is not measured by how much money you have acquired
The partner you have got
The house you live in
The clothes you wear

True enduring worth lies within your heart
How you treat others
How you treat yourself
How you act
How you express your feelings
How you choose to live

The truth is -
You are not worthless
No matter what experiences
Have led you to this point
No matter what trials and sufferings you have endured
The truth is that your life
Is worth more than you can ever imagine
12th October 2018
Oct 2018 · 139
Creative Struggle
Commuter Poet Oct 2018
Creative struggle
To emanate words
Copper brown leaves
Haiku 2
Cheltenham Literary Festival
5th Oct 2018
Oct 2018 · 145
Imperial Gardens Cheltenham
Commuter Poet Oct 2018
Penny coin stains
On the fountain’s white base
Holst conducts pigeons
Writing haiku at the Cheltenham Literary Festival
5th October 2018
Sep 2018 · 179
Morning mist
Commuter Poet Sep 2018
Mix
Of cool air
And autumn sun
Deep green field
With cloudless blue

Mist
Hovering
Born of earth
Quietly shimmering
At dawn's
First light

Impossible to grasp
Transient
Mystic

Gone too quickly
No trace remaining

Human heart
Yearning
To feel

Life
Love
Meaning
Hope
27th September 2018
Sep 2018 · 609
Noble Moon
Commuter Poet Sep 2018
Pale
Moon
Complete
Soft

Resting
Quietly
In
Morning sky

Placid
In victory
Illuminator
Of Night

Graceful
Harbinger
Of
New dawn

Sun
Rising
Golden
Glow

Dazzling
Showing me
How
To stand

I have to win
In the morning

To live out
My mission
Noble
Proud
26th September 2018
Sep 2018 · 178
Clouds like feathers
Commuter Poet Sep 2018
Clouds like feathers
Float in the deep blue morning sky

The sun, bathes the spaces
Between houses.

Brown leaves, dry and curled
Gather at my front door

As the winds of autumn
Shake the enduring trees

I walk each day
The same pathway

Looking for signals
Searching for signs

A still, rounded body catches my eye
And I cross the road

A hedgehog lies
Motionless
In the middle of Tickfield avenue.

Is this your final resting place?

I move it with my foot to the curb

It feels soft to the touch
Is it still alive?

I take a picture
It’s mouth is open
I can see its teeth

Is it over?
Is this how a life ends?

I take my train
Report the case to the RSPCA

And wonder
And wonder

It's Friday
And tomorrow

I will lay beside my wife
And we will share the weekend

Together
21st Sept 2018
Sep 2018 · 201
What if
Commuter Poet Sep 2018
What if
I just let go...

What if
I loosen the ropes
That fasten me
To the banks of reality

Would my life cease to be real?

Or would I experience
Another reality

More real than the current reality

What if
I were to let myself…
Go

Where would I end up?
23.23
15th Sept 2018
May 2018 · 188
Yesterday, today
Commuter Poet May 2018
Yesterday
I saw who I was

I held my life
In my hands
And understood
Myself

Today
I am grown
Just a little
Like a tree
Pushing down roots
Birthing fresh leaves

I am expanded
Experiencing
The pain of growth
Aching, tempted to shrink back
To what I was

And I watch

Raindrops
Dancing
Down by window

A single seed
White and furry
Floating through the air
Landing
On my arm

And I know
Spring is here
And I am opening up
Like a flower

Exposed
Vulnerable
Available to the universe
10th May 2018
May 2018 · 158
Love
Commuter Poet May 2018
The words you say
Change me

The sound of your voice
Revives me

The touch of your hand
Moves me

You understand me
When I struggle to understand myself

You direct me
When I am lost

If I feel lonely
Desolate and small

You rescue me
From the black hole of my dark thoughts

We could spend eternity
Fighting

Or we could build something beautiful
Together
9th May 2018 - lifted from my darkness
May 2018 · 199
What is death?
Commuter Poet May 2018
What is death?
What is it?

Is it so bad, so terrible?

It comes to every living thing, inescapably.
To all of those who view the sun
And gaze upon the moon
Death will come.

Death,
Total, complete, certain,
Will come.

We give birth
And we receive death.
Death is not life
And life is not death
And yet they are indivisible.

Death draws closer
With every passing second
But the sunlight burns always
…always

Light
Darkness
Death.
2nd May 2018
Apr 2018 · 196
Only the trees
Commuter Poet Apr 2018
It’s only the trees
That see me
It’s only the trees
That feel me
It’s only the trees
That know who I am
Only the trees
Who understand

It’s only the trees
Who stand watching
Only the trees
Who wait patiently
Only the trees
Who breath air to the world
Only the trees
Who will tell
19th April 2018
Mar 2018 · 170
Soup
Commuter Poet Mar 2018
I'm inside it
Surrounded by it

Supported by it
Bathing in it

Most pure love

Compassion
Of cosmic origin

Existence
Unity

I always was in it

I always will be

I just didn't realise

Until now
4.32am
March 25th 2018
Mar 2018 · 345
Nostalgia
Commuter Poet Mar 2018
Nostalgia
Neuralgia
Nostalgia
Neuralgia
Nostalgia
Neuralgia
Nos
Nos

Nostalgia
Neuralgia
Nostalgia
Neuralgia
Nostalgia
Neuralgia­
Nos
Nos

Nostalgia
Neuralgia
Nostalgia
Neuralgia
Nostalgia
Neuralgia­
Nos
Nos

Nostalgia
Neuralgia
Nostalgia
Neuralgia
Nostalgia
Neuralgia­
Nos
Nos

(Ad infinitum)
The hands of time beat eternally
Saturday 24th March 2018
2.45am
Feverish
Alone
At one with myself
Mar 2018 · 810
Generation Hope
Commuter Poet Mar 2018
Together we stood
In the snow and the wind
Together we waited
For hope to begin

Together with youth
Our hearts did beat
We took a step forward
As thousands did meet

With pride and emotion
We re-lived the day
When back 60 years
Josei Toda did say...

'To the youth I declare
The future is yours!
I trust you to act
Like never before'

With song and with dance
Spoken word and great beats
6000 young Buddhas
Brought all to their feet

We will never forget
This historic day
Our future re-born
In a beautiful way

In five years from now
With joy and with pride
Our children will say
We were there, side by side!

Our friendships and joy
Will grow and increase
Generation Hope
Creator of Peace
6000 young people stand up for peace
https://generationhope2018.uk/
Feb 2018 · 221
When all is lost
Commuter Poet Feb 2018
When all is lost
And everything that you had
Is gone

When all that is familiar
Is removed
And the sounds of others
Have fallen silent

When the breath of companions
Is stilled
And the list of things
That needed to be done
Is done

All that is left
Is
Oneself

To face the essence of oneself
To sit alone in the silence of oneself
To wonder at the thoughts of oneself
To ask
Why am I here?
Why am I here?
What is my purpose?

To face oneself again and again
And again

And ask oneself
Why?

Only then
Can one

Change
19th Feb 2018
Jan 2018 · 361
I blink
Commuter Poet Jan 2018
Back and forth
Like a child on a swing
I feel the breeze on my face
And thump of my heart

Tho turning greyer
Puffier each year
I will never forget...

Riding my bike
On a Sunday afternoon
In the park
With my friends

Coming home
Hot, sweaty

Mourning the sunset
Wishing there was still
Time

To play

Wishing the weekend
Could last
Forever

Until I blink
And it is over

I blink
And I am older

I blink
And decades have passed

I blink

I blink

One day
I will be gone

Nothing but memories

But while I am here

I will protect the child
28th January
Sunday evening feeling
Jan 2018 · 283
Rumbling
Commuter Poet Jan 2018
Rumbling
Rolling
Dense
Clouds

Thick
Clustered
Blustered
Pounding

Lamppost - shuddering winds
Meet explosion of sunset illumination

Too much
To take in

The air
The light
The sounds
The temperature

Bodies
Viscerally
Eternally
Alert

All alive
Living in the extra ordinary
Always worth looking out of the window
16th Jan 2018
Jan 2018 · 192
You may think
Commuter Poet Jan 2018
You may think

I know what I am doing

But
You are mistaken

I am making it up

All of it
17th Jan 2018
Jan 2018 · 163
Lemon Sky
Commuter Poet Jan 2018
Orange moon
Lemon sky
I wait all day
For the night

For dreams to come
For time with you
Lemon sky
Orange moon
4th Jan 2018
Dec 2017 · 221
Wilderness
Commuter Poet Dec 2017
I remember the time of irresponsibility
When I suckled the ******* of life
When I gulped the wine of the earth
And rolled in the grasses of freedom

The times were high
But short
And I have lost them

My friends
Where are you now?

I need your embrace
I need your love
I need to feel one with you
I need to feel whole

I am dissected
Ripped down the centre
Unable to describe who I am

I must return to older things
Deeper truths
I must make friends of stories
And run into the cracking seas

I will press my forehead to whomsoever will lean with me
But I can no longer offer you jewels
And fruits
Enough
No more
Enough
Never

Once I could stand tall like
A tower
But now I bend
But I have not yet snapped

I am racing towards my demise
I will be dead soon
Only to arise
Transformed
7th Dec 2017
Dec 2017 · 179
Moon is queen
Commuter Poet Dec 2017
I wasn’t expecting to see you
So full
So strong

I wasn’t prepared
For the effect
That you would have
On me

I didn’t realise
The power you wield
Even though
You are thousands of miles away

You pull at my heart
Unsettling me

You circle around me
Dizzying me

You draw me to you
And then disappear

You have so many lovers
To gaze on you

So many dreamers
To dream with you

You are queen
And we are your servants

You are queen

Moon
4th December 2017
The moon so full, I could barely concentrate at all today
Nov 2017 · 1.1k
Prayer for the Sun
Commuter Poet Nov 2017
This most beautiful morning
Stirs my heart

A lone black horse
Stands motionless
In a frost encrusted field
Waiting for the sun
To warm his body

The grasses and trees
Ice covered
Are waiting too

They are waiting
For the orange sun
To revive them
To free them
Of their crystalline encasements

My frozen heart
Is melting
At the beauty
Of Autumn

Brown, orange, red, straw

Everything stands still
On this early Saturday morning
Waiting for the thaw

Reminding us all
That we are small

And telling me
To offer my prayers

To the magnificent sun
Dedicated to my nan Josephine Appleby.
Always in my heart
Your birthday today
With love
Nov 2017 · 570
Hope arises
Commuter Poet Nov 2017
Even though
I thought I was done for
The sun has warmed me

The flame of my faith
I thought extinguished
Burns on

Even though the heavy clouds
Of my confusion and my delusion
Gathered and swirled
To obscure the truth
And the gusts of complaints
Have shaken my branches
To the very core

I am still here

My roots in the earth
Breath in my lungs
A beat in my heart

Even though
I thought I was at war
Anger has gone
Driven to nought

Strange and mysterious
Unfathomably curious
New hope
Arises
From hidden depths
Of places unvisited

Like the secret of the universe
Impossibly possible
Hope arises
13th November 2017
Nov 2017 · 795
Cross Roads
Commuter Poet Nov 2017
Which path to take?

Become lost 
And follow destruction?

Or find 
A truer way
And live with the higher self?

A self that does not blame others
A self that strives to live humanely
A self that creates 
And does not destroy 

Which person to become?

Embattled, defeated
Drifting, rootless?

Or strong, grounded
Honest, compassionate

Which path to take?

I may need a guide, kind and true.
I may need a friend, clear and strong
I may need support 
To help me climb the many steps

All are there, 

But 

Which path to take?
10th November 2017
Nov 2017 · 176
How to feel?
Commuter Poet Nov 2017
Yesterday
I felt like another man

Today
I feel different

Tomorrow
I will feel something else

Have I forgotten
How to feel?

My feelings
Are isolated

Like a ball
Locked in a shell

Prevented from bouncing
And merging with a new lover

To love
Is to place your feelings
In the palm of another’s hands

To offer up your body
For examination
Touching
Scrutiny
Warmth

To love
Is to present
The totality
Of one’s fragility

To love
Is to say
I am me

To love
Is to wash and clean another’s soul

To accept and respect
Their uniqueness

To enter in
To the other person
And remain there

For a while

And then remove oneself

Like the tides
Together, apart,
In and out
Day and night
Life and death

I am alone
Without love

Floating like a bubble on the breeze

Drifting into the future
Perhaps never to enter
Into the life of another

Before I pop

Drop

And evaporate

Back into the everything
Written 7th November 2017
Jan 2017 · 421
Amongst between
Commuter Poet Jan 2017
Man
Makes
Woman
Decorate
Man
Leaves
Woman
Stays
Man
Gathers
Woman
Sings
Man
Competes
Women
Unite

Please
Yourself
Please
Others
Please
Others
Please
Yourself

Man
Kills
Woman
Cooks
Man
Rushes
Woman
Slows

Man
Swaps
Woman
Takes
Square
Faced
Round
Beauty

Oddly
Shaped
Different
Sizes
Trees
Both
Tall
Beautiful

Firm
Creative
Deep
Flexible
Man
Woman
All
Gathered
26th January 2017
Jan 2017 · 1.2k
Why not ‘Why Not?’?
Commuter Poet Jan 2017
Why not
Chase
Childhood dreams
Why not
Roll
The dice of life
Why not
Start
Upon a journey
Why not
Live
A different life

Why
Hold on
To painful memories
Why
Decide
To give things up
Why
Believe
That you can’t do it
Why
Get stuck
Within a rut

Why not
Run
If legs are able
Why not
Sing
If voices can
Why not
Love
If hearts are beating
Why not
Jump
Because you can

Why
Wait years
To beat the devil
Why
Watch others
Take their stand
Why
Decide
That you’re too tired
To venture through
A troubled land

Why not
Ask
If 'Why?' is blocking
All the
Things
You want to do
Why not
Stop
Procrastination
When ‘Why not?’’s
A better path
To choose
25th Jan 2017
Jan 2017 · 431
Fault lines
Commuter Poet Jan 2017
The ease with which you point the finger
The speed that you apportion blame
The bubbling groan beneath your lid
Sentinel of poisoned veins

The furnace crackling beneath the ***
The trembling of an iron lid
The hissing of the noxious gas
The pallor of the body’s skin

The line you walk is steep and narrow
With tumbling crevasses either side
The pack you bear is sharp and heavy
The chance of falling ever high

The dreamers dream of transformation
The torrid churning lavas cease,
Pure freshwater streams will flow ahead
To quash the hate and bring the peace
12th January 2017
Jan 2017 · 400
Just a few words
Commuter Poet Jan 2017
From me
At this tired
Jowly moment
When my face muscles seem
To melt and sag
As my shoulders hunch over
In half-asleep crescent
I somehow produce
Just a few words

I am here
Composing
Reposing
Dozing
While the wheels
Are rolling
And fields
Slip by

While others organise
Their personal effects
And prepare to live out
Just one more day

The drama of Wednesday
11th January
Twenty seventeen
Is now commenced

And I am squeezing
The sponge of my life
As hard as I can
For just a few words
11th January 2017
Jan 2017 · 255
Pressure
Commuter Poet Jan 2017
Don’t make the politicians
Responsible for the future
Our collective imagination
Will change everything
10th January 2017
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