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768 · Nov 2017
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
764 · Jun 2015
Cloister Cafe - New York
Commuter Poet Jun 2015
What more would I desire?

Crisp Chardonnay, chilling delicately sculptured glass

You kiss my lips tenderly

All my wrongdoings pardoned in one moment,

I begin again

My life-worn body blessed with the fresh promise of opportunity,

You kiss my lips tenderly

Without question, without concealed agenda, a kiss unplanned.

At last to have that moment of intimate secrecy.

I will never forget her passion then,

Will I ever see it again?

Romance is not a thing of invention,

It always was and always shall be.

In Cloister café, I am once again loved


Could new life emerge from my being?

If it could, let it be from a moment of tenderness

A timeless moment of shared unity.

All pasts and futures abandoned in the act of creation.

We kiss tenderly.
Written 19th April 1999
746 · Dec 2015
Hope Arising
Commuter Poet Dec 2015
Do not fear
The dawn
Of a new beginning

Life
Will inspire
New growth of the heart

If you feel broken
Don’t worry
You’re human

A great store of wisdom
Lies in every moment

Seeking a new path
And giving to others

Will unlock your nature
And renew
The self

Breaking through obstacles
Towards a new future

Brighter than ever
Imagined before

Planning each detail
No stone left unturned

A Dance with an  
Unknown potential begins

Sadness abandoned
And fresh hope arising

Live how you wish
And be who you are
24th December 2015
739 · May 2016
Headmaster
Commuter Poet May 2016
I’ve been called to see the ‘Head Master’
It makes my stomach churn
I somehow thought I’d outgrown this
But perhaps I haven’t after all

I want to get it over with
Will I be told off?  Expelled?
Or is there good news just for me?
Who can tell?  Who can tell?

I have a clear conscience
I hold my head up high
I’ve done the very best I can
I’ve tried and tried

Someone’s got it in for me
I really think they have
I think they want to kick me hard
And beat me to the ground

Get up again and carry on
Get up and face the storm
I really need a victory
To prove the mystic law
27th May 2016
738 · Dec 2015
Trust
Commuter Poet Dec 2015
When you’re in hell
And it seems impossible
To escape it

When you don’t know
Who to believe any more

When you are tired
Of the threats
Of an angry world

Believe in yourself
Believe

Pay no heed
To the honeyed voices
Of money chasers

Hold no court
With jealous naysayers

Trust in the flame
That burns
In the deepest layers
Of your life

After all
True joy
Only lies within

This painful road
Will turn

The fresh breeze
Of a new beginning

Awaits
8th December 2015
732 · May 2016
Compose Yourself
Commuter Poet May 2016
Compose yourself!

Make of yourself
Whatever you want your life to be

You are not destined
To live in chains

Rather you are destined
To soar above treetops
Painting the universe
With your own unique
Song of life

Compose yourself!

Because only you
Possess the innate
And unique
Genius
With which to create
The world’s first
Symphony
Of you

Compose yourself!

Compose
Your
Self
1st May 2016
729 · Aug 2016
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
726 · Mar 2016
Stroll
Commuter Poet Mar 2016
I think I’ll take a stroll
Just to take the air 
And look upon the crescent moon
Glowing way up there

I think I’ll take a stroll
Because it’s fine to do
To feel cold air upon my face
And watch the flowers standing true

I think I’ll take a stroll
And let my thoughts emerge
As I walk along the evening streets
And contemplate the earth

I think I’ll take a stroll
Let my feet go where they will
Give my worries time to breathe
And let all else be still
12th March 2016
723 · Apr 2016
Legacies
Commuter Poet Apr 2016
Each day
Seems more beautiful
Than the last
As we learn
About who we are
And
Who we are not

The ageing
Of humanity
Reveals truth

I look ahead
To renewal
And the newness
Of each day

We have one body
One life
Destined to slowly fade
Yet full
Of eternal meaning
And legacies
13th April 2016
723 · Jun 2016
A slavery of our own making
Commuter Poet Jun 2016
Are we born free?
Or are we
Born into a slavery
Of our own making?

Is playing politics
To win an argument
And propel the self
Into society’s spotlight
An act of greatness?

The debate may have concluded
But reality remains

‘Go back to where you come from!’
Is that the victory cry
Our nation yearns for?

Are we born free?
Or are we
Born into a slavery
Of our own creation?

Sometimes I just don’t know
My country anymore
And it shames me
To call it home

So for now
Another rallying cry
Love
Share
Co-operate
Give

Live
Together
Harmoniously
Love
Love!
28th June 2016
722 · Mar 2018
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/
721 · Jan 2016
Songbird
Commuter Poet Jan 2016
Songbird
Full of cheer
At dawn
Of day
Only you
Know how
To sing
The truth

Songbird
You emit
Joy
Free
Of hindrance

Songbird
You invent
Melodies
Fresh
And
Dancing

Songbird
I wonder who
You sing for
Is it me?
Is it me?

Songbird
Most optimistic
Of messengers
You decorate
The sunrise
With your joy

Songbird
Please
Never
Cease
To
Sing
28th January 2016
698 · Dec 2015
I can't help thinking
Commuter Poet Dec 2015
I can’t help thinking
Of a man
That I pass

He sits
Growing iller
Each day that goes by

His skin grows more mottled
His hair
Turning Greyer

And yet
He still greets me
Each time I walk past

What is his goal?
What it his mission?
And what of mine?
What of mine?

He is homeless
I am a worker
He sits quietly
As I rush on past

Perhaps we are brothers
Eternally connected?
Yet he grows cold
As I fill my belly

I can’t help but question
This world that we share
My smile is empty
His is warm

He touches more people
Than I do most likely
And bids them good morning
As they walk on by

What is the answer
To such a strange riddle?
Who is the fool
In this game of life?

What if we swapped
If just for a second
Would his smile
Turn as empty as mine?

Would he be happy
To feel warm
And be comfortable?

Would I be lost
Watching people
Go by?
Written 20th December 2015
698 · Oct 2016
Giving time
Commuter Poet Oct 2016
What is more important
Than time?

I may not be able
To give you many things
But you will have
My time
My attention

What is more important
Than listening?

I can lend you
My ears

I am hearing you

I am listening to you
As you
Express your life

I may not be able
To give you the things
That you thought you wanted

But I am giving you
My life
28th October 2016
680 · Dec 2014
Hope and Security
Commuter Poet Dec 2014
Where there is despair
I will flood it with hope
Where there is insecurity
I will drive in a firm stake
Where there is anxiety
I will listen
Where there is criticism
I will reflect and advance
Where there is sadness
I will quietly encourage
Where there is thirst
I will bring water
Worry, fear, anxiety, doubt, insecurity
You are words
You are feelings
But you are not the champions
Strength, compassion, kindness, friendship, wisdom
You are my weapons and I have to sharpen them
Daily
Written 13th June 2014
672 · Nov 2016
Let me fly!
Commuter Poet Nov 2016
Again
Again
Again
Sunshine
You show me how to shine

To be better
Than I am

To fight against inertia
Once again

Again

I pass through these fields
On the road of survival.

Survival

Survival?

I want life itself to be a joy
But inside I feel dreary
Weary
Energy slumping
Sliding
Declining
Am I dying?
In my own small way?

So, let them test my blood
To tell what they can
My greatest challenge
Will await me
For sure

The birds flock
Round the ******* tips of Pitsea
Anything to survive

If I am to be re-born
Let me be a bird
Let me fly without thinking
Let my instinct take over
And lift me above the politics
Of small circumstance

Let me fly!
Let me fly!
Let me fly!
2nd November 2016
669 · Jan 2016
Control Freak
Commuter Poet Jan 2016
Why is it
People
Control
Other people?

What is there
To be lost
In independence
Or gained
From co-dependence?

Why is it
That the powerful
Must control the weak?

The rich need
Control the poor?

The greedy
Control the needy?

The healthy
Control the sick?

Why is it so?
Why?
Why?

When will we learn
The power of freedom?

When will we uphold
The dignity of each individual?

When will we see
The dawn of new nationhood?

When we will live
As one human family?
31st January 2016
661 · Jul 2016
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
657 · May 2016
This truth
Commuter Poet May 2016
The idea
That every single person
Is worthy
Of respect
Is so simple

And yet
Why do we find
A million and more reasons
To fight this truth?
8th May 2016
655 · Dec 2016
Living Discomfort
Commuter Poet Dec 2016
The discomfort
Of my comfort zone
Far outweighs
The discomfort
Of
The unknown

To live
Alive
Surpasses
The enactment of
A living death
10th December 2016
649 · Sep 2016
What is
Commuter Poet Sep 2016
What is love
Without loving
What is life
Without living
What is joy
Without giving

It is hollow

What is hope
Without wishing
What is air
Without breathing
What is art
Without feeling
It is nothing

What is age
Without learning
What is day
Without night
What is voice
Without singing
It is cracked

What am I
Without others
What could I do
Without brothers
How could we live
Without our mothers
We could not
26th September 2016
638 · Jan 2019
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
635 · Nov 2016
I forget what I am
Commuter Poet Nov 2016
Substances pass through me
Pulses of energy
Liquid
Air
Food

And I go on
Wondering

What am I doing?
Where am I going?
Why do I live?
Why?

I eat, drink, sleep, wake
Breathe

Breathe

Oxygen in
Carbon dioxide out
In, out
In, out

Even great thinkers
Struggle to answer
Why are we here?

Why am I here?

Food makes me strong
Air keeps me conscious
Water keeps me clean
Sunlight warms me
All very well
But why am I here?
Why am I here?
Why am I here?

I try to remember
That I can give love
Care for others
Change things round

And still
And yet

Air passes through me
Water and food
Sunlight
Starlight
Cosmic rays

And then I recall

What I am

A dancing star
Manifest
For one short lifetime
Only

Child of this earth
Made of all things
That go up to make
The universe

As child of the earth
Should I drain my mother of all life?
Should I not repay her kindness
With work?
With love?

How could I repay
Each fruit tree
Each ocean
Each ray of sun
Each cloud
Each winter chill
Each burning flame
Each tiny seed
Each birth?

With words?

With care?

With work?

With love?

Each bacterium
That keeps me safe

Each system
That keeps me safe

Each being
That keeps me safe

Opens my eyes
And protects my life

The planet
The air
The oceans
The sunlight
The rivers and earth
And all living beings

They are my mother
They are my father

And to them all
I owe everything
20th November 2016
634 · Nov 2015
A corner of my mind
Commuter Poet Nov 2015
There is a corner of my mind
That I am frightened to visit
There is a child who sits there
Alone

It is me
Alone
A child
In a corner

A child afraid
In a corner
I want to help myself
But I don’t know how

There is a corner of my mind
That I do not explore
Because I lack courage

I read about hope
Hope and boundless courage
These are the companions
I would like to befriend

Hope
Boundless courage
Courage that knows no bounds

I have been rejected
Time and again
And I become the child
In the corner of my mind

Lost
Frightened
Alone

With courage
With hope
Perhaps I can help the child to stand
Perhaps the adult can carry the child
To safety

Hope
Like a warm glow
Courage
Like a great gust of wind

My stomach feels tight
My chest full of aching discomfort
Wearily
Bleary  eyed
I travel into the predictability of a narrowing future

In spite of everything
I try to help the child to stand

'Don’t worry' I whisper
'I am here for you
I am here to help you stand
I would never scold you
I will only show you kindness'
Written 24th November 2015
633 · Apr 2016
Never give up
Commuter Poet Apr 2016
There’s moisture in the air
One that speaks of spring
The trees are responding
And I hear the songs of birds

As long as I hear the songs of birds
Then I know
Life is there still
Miraculously

Life is a reflection
Everywhere there are glimpses of the self
Shades of the great universe

Channels carve their way in and out
And dust is deposited

The earth remains
Eroded yet somehow replenished
By the forces of nature

Air becomes matter
To replace death

Materials gathered from the farthest reaches
Of the universe
Make life

We are nothing but children of the universe

Plants rise up from the earth
Filling space
Each and every one
Offering nourishment to thousands upon thousands

Birds fly wisely
Rhythmically
To show the way

Humans stumble
This way and that way
Wishing to be kings and queens
Cowering at fate

Those who have given up on life
Take their lives
And take the lives of others

'Never give up!' said a wise man
'Never give up!'

The future must glow!
The future must resonate
With hope for every young person!
The bloodshed must stop!

Though blood
Escapes from the womb
Of humanity
Ceaselessly
And the fine lines between
Balance, renewal  and loss
Widen

Though blood flows too fast
Hijacking days of rest and recovery
Friendship and camaraderie
We must never give up!

We must all fight now
But only
For peace
12th April 2016
631 · Mar 2016
Melting
Commuter Poet Mar 2016
Chocolate
When heated
Changes form
Resolidifying
When cool

My body
Is melting
And reforming
My mind
Reinventing itself

Am I growing?
Or am I ageing?
Is it possible
To do both?

Things are melting
And I am learning
How to want
Less

Energy
Sometimes gathers
Other times
Dissipates

Satisfaction
Arrives
In small parcels

We spend hours
Watching others behaviour
Hoping to become successful
Just like them

And yet
The sun
The earth
The moon
Nature
All behave
With grace and dignity

We should watch more closely
And learn
From them
3rd March 2016
630 · Feb 2021
Dark and Light
Commuter Poet Feb 2021
When you are in the dark
It is easy to forget
What it was like
When you were in the light
4th Feb 2021
629 · Nov 2016
Bridge
Commuter Poet Nov 2016
Softly
Gently
A familiar voice rises
One that makes water flow
From behind my eyes

Musical sounds entwine
Undulate and sway
And I am buoyed
Lifted from sadness
Known
Once more

Vibrations drift
From head to heart
Transporting me
To youth
Nostalgia
With sweetness
Kindness

Such sounds
Deeply resonant layers
Smooth
Like melted chocolate
Make me
Ok again

The familiarity
Of such great composition
Wrap humanity
Around me
Like swaddling
19th November 2016
623 · Jul 2016
Simple Truth
Commuter Poet Jul 2016
To win in life
Means
To never give up

There will be failures
There will be disappointments
There will be good days
And there will be bad days

But to win in life
Means continuing
To the very end

Striving
To better oneself

Yearning
To take one step further

Determining
To never ever. ever give up
10th July 2016
621 · Feb 2020
Unsafe
Commuter Poet Feb 2020
Sometimes
I feel unsafe with you

I am reduced to being
A child by you

I become a victim
Of the bully in you

Sometimes
I feel unsafe
With you

Sometimes
I don't know what to do

I don't know what to say
Or where to go

So I run for the safety
Of a quiet place

Knowing you curse
My latest escape

My chest aches
From the weight of you

The grip and grind
Of the beast in you

By the karmic scrape
Of the venom you spew

Sometimes
I feel unsafe with you
For anyone who has ever felt bullied
23rd Feb 2020
618 · Mar 2016
Roar
Commuter Poet Mar 2016
This ancient wound will be healed
The blood that pours from the mouths
Of the oppressed
Will be stopped
The thunder that rocks the bones of the weak
Will be silenced
The acrid smog that fogs young lungs
Will be cleansed
And the cancer that grips humble innards
Will evaporate
We the champions of destiny
Will flower
Our bodies will purify
Even our minds
Our vibrating essences
Will reform our dwellings
And peace will grow like a beautiful ornament
28th March 2016
618 · Jun 2016
Brexit
Commuter Poet Jun 2016
Age of division
Where nations
Turn on each other

Our people
Made up of mixtures
Are become divided

Diversity
Our great strength
Rubbished, discarded

Anger and arrogance
Soak shouts of 'independence'

What can we learn
From the work
Of the founders?

Have we not stood
On the shoulders
Of giants?

Years of toil
To unify peoples

Cracked
Overnight
Exited
Gone

The cheers
Of the victors
Ring
Like rolls
Of thunder

The roar of the followers
The howling of wolves
24th June 2016
610 · Sep 2016
Sex Ego
Commuter Poet Sep 2016
*** Ego
Media Frenzy
Guilty pleasures
Super rich

Mates Rates
X factor
Love me
Bust up

Gold strip
Top marks
Fashion icon
Last chance

Manic Depression
Micro meals
Super size
Up grade

Bookies favourite
Hope glory
Buy now
Pay later

Luscious lips
Hot tips
Big bones
Smart phones

Buy sell
Last few
Finish first
Quench thirst

Message me
Face book
Insta gram
Twitter handle

Blah blah
Blah blah
Blah blah
Blah blah

Blah blah
Blah blah
Blah blah
Blah blah

Blah blah
Blah blah
Listen

To the sounds of birds singing
9th September 2016
593 · Aug 2016
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
592 · Jan 2016
Wish for 2016
Commuter Poet Jan 2016
To those suffering the terror of war
I wish you strength and hope

To those suffering displacement
I wish you safe passage to a better life

To those suffering poverty
I wish you nourishment and relief

To those suffering illness
I wish you comfort and healing

To those suffering anxiety and stress
I wish you confidence and ease

To those suffering loss
I wish you companionship and connection

To those suffering misfortune
I wish you resilience and fresh opportunity

To those suffering heartbreak
I wish you courage and warmth

To those lost in the darkness
I wish you light and hope

Let’s make 2016 a year of joy for all
1.28am New Years day 2016
587 · Nov 2016
The strangest feeling
Commuter Poet Nov 2016
I have the strangest feeling
It comes from who knows where
This world was made for loving
And heartfelt tender care

I dream all day and send my wish
To share just what I think
I try to warm my battered heart
And make a human link

It can't be right to fight it out
And crush a fellow man
With weapons built incessantly
To terrify a different clan

I sit alone and contemplate
The beating of my heart
And wonder if the way to live
Is such a strange and tricky art

For times are mad when right is crushed
And wrong seems the new order
I pray that people find their feet
To cross beyond this crazy border

Perhaps I'm just too old fashioned
And lost in my beliefs
But loving, kindness tender care
I think are all we need
12th November 2016
584 · Sep 2016
I am a lion
Commuter Poet Sep 2016
I am a lion
Fierce, proud and strong
I am a dragon
Fearless pre-historic
I am a firefly
Illuminating darkness
I am a butterfly
Metamorphic, miraculous
My skin changes
For I am
A shape shifter
I can transform
Into anything I please
I can be an oak
Or a holly tree
Catch me if you can
But if you do
I will change shape
And slip through your fingers
Like frogspawn
Or algae
I morph
And mutate
Vibrate and quiver
But whatever I am
Whoever I am
I am full of life’s energy
A frothing amalgam
Of evolutionary potential
I am a lion
I am a tiger
I am an eagle
I am a cheetah
I am…
I am…
I am…

Free
10th September 2016
580 · Dec 2015
Gifted Energy
Commuter Poet Dec 2015
Soft is this morning
Quiet my bones
Slow my heart beat

An empty space
Rests
Before my sunken eyes

Wait
My spirit
Flutters

Gentle is this morning
It demands nothing of me
Simply begs the question
What will you make of me?

Methodical clock
Beating out seconds
Your hands are driven
Only by energy
Time is not your measure

Energy

Gifted to me
By the universe
To do
To be
Human

Energy
Borrowed from eternity
To do
To be
Human

Energy
I place
Here and there

Infectious
To others

Wandering

Here and there
Written 22nd December 2015
Commuter Poet Nov 2016
How could you take my life
When we drink from the same river?
How could you hurt me
When we eat at the same table?
Why plot against my kinsfolk
When we are born of one nature?
Why deny my offspring food
While yours grow obese?
Why must we sleep rough
While hotels sit empty?
Why is your body of a different class
When the carbon that makes me is identical to yours?

We are from the same mould
Eternally connected
Our minds may be different
Our bodies from one soil
30th November 2016
Dedicated to Jo ***
572 · Sep 2018
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
563 · Jan 2016
Blue Monday
Commuter Poet Jan 2016
Sunrise
Was pink
Then orange
Then pink again
Before blue
And black

Seagulls improvise with the wind
Skybound shadows
Dancing in twos and threes

In my mind
Confusing messages
Intertwine

I realise how important
Relationships are

A brave face
On what is wrong
Will no longer do

I must see things
As they truly are
And transform

Stand in the truth
Do not fear what others say
Live in it

Sunset was

Golden

Brilliant

Expansive
18th January 2016
557 · Dec 2015
Dreaming
Commuter Poet Dec 2015
I dream of holidays by the azure sea
The sun beating on my face
Of swimming freely in the waves
Of dozing on a comfortable sun lounger

I dream of music
Playing games
Laughter
Friends

Good food
Refreshing drinks
Breathing clean air
Staying up late
Lying in

Creating
Sharing ideas
Loving

Being one with the earth
Being one with others

I return
Only to dream again
Written 4th December 2015
555 · Nov 2016
My special friend
Commuter Poet Nov 2016
I see the eyes of the child
In your face
Shining brightly
Then recoiling suddenly, imploring
As you whisper
The horrors you have witnessed

Secrets you have kept
Shame you have felt
Guilt you have borne
When you were too young
To bear it

The fear you endured
The terror of your survival
The aching for a new dawn
The longing for safety

All are yours

Friend
You share
Your darkest secrets with me
Guiding me willingly
Through the dark, screaming tunnels
Of a traumatic youth

And I see your fear
I see your despair
Written with a tear
In your human eyes

Why am I telling you this?
You ask me
And I listen, with all my being
To the darkness of your sorrow

Friend
I know that you are ready
To be who you truly are
To set the child free
To become the one
You have the right to become

Yours is the future now
The tormentors are gone
Their histories will no longer
Strangle your hopes

When I sit with you
Silent
In the pitch black caverns of the past
I listen and I listen

And
Wonder

As you become
A candle
You become
A flame
You become
A beacon
You become
An inspiration
For millions and millions of lives
For whom terror
Is
The truth

In your search for your truth
You illuminate the truth for me
And I
Am left
Humbled
By your gift
Honoured by
Your life
Changed by
Your courage
Renewed by
You
To honour an unique and special friend
8th November 2016
548 · Sep 2019
Inside me
Commuter Poet Sep 2019
There is an anger inside me
Burning
Like the crashing trees of the Amazon

There is rage inside me
Roaring
Like the hurricanes of the Atlantic

There is sadness inside me
Pouring
Like the torrents of the flood waters of Southern Spain

There is dis-ease inside me
Spreading
Like the epidemics of the Congo
I think we must all stop
And change
Everything that we do
If we wish to survive
25th Sept 2019
547 · Feb 2016
Compromise?
Commuter Poet Feb 2016
To follow my heart or compromise?
I must decide, I must decide
To follow my heart or compromise?
I must decide today

The truth is I cannot decide
Whether to enter or wait outside
Maybe happiness lies inside
Or perhaps it sits on the other side?

To follow my heart or compromise?
I must decide, I must decide
To follow my heart or compromise?
I must decide today

Perhaps I should just laugh out loud
At the absurdity of living
Laughter would surely help me escape
My lingering indecision

To follow my heart or compromise?
I must decide, I must decide
To follow my heart or compromise?
I must decide today

And then I’d choose to stay or go
And the choice will have been made
But I choose to sit and wait some more
My backside resting on the floor

To follow my heart or compromise?
I must decide, I must decide
To follow my heart or compromise?
I must decide today

I wonder how the days go by
Yet I’m still undecided
One door is open another closed
That’s the way I am, I suppose

To follow my heart or compromise?
I must decide, I must decide
To follow my heart or compromise?
I must decide today
17th February 2016
546 · Mar 2015
Cliffs Pavilion
Commuter Poet Mar 2015
I can smell the morning
I can smell the sea mixed with dew and light mist
Memories of my childhood return
Free from care
I wondered what my life would become

The river is my beautiful friend
Today it rests calmly
Quietly reflecting everything neatly

I love to be alone with my thoughts
On mornings such as these

Eight geese fly low over the river
Making a straight line for the city
One moment they are here
The next they are gone

I want to be proud of my life
Proud of who I am

Who I am is what I do

Now for a short while
I sit and write in these historic gardens
On this ornate bench
I breathe in the salty air

The sun appears
To warm my tired face
The grass sparkles here and there
With the remnants of early morning dew
And daffodils stand tall
Their flowers ******* in the sunlight

The birds of Westcliff are happy here
They sing brilliantly

Long parallel waves roll slowly across the flat river surface
Finally expiring on the shallow beaches

For this short time
I sit still among the workings of the day
While a bee zigs and zags and joggers jog
And dog walkers walk and drivers drive
Written 21st March 2012
542 · Jul 2015
Fight!
Commuter Poet Jul 2015
Fight, with all your might!
Fight, through faith.

Everything will be OK

Live long, proud and strong

Never compromise your integrity
Salute your own life
Salute others

Strive bravely to win
Do not fear your own darkness
Sit with it
Make it sing

Be happy!
And prove to the world you are.
Fight, Happiness, Faith
531 · Oct 2016
Transplant
Commuter Poet Oct 2016
I met a man
With failing kidneys
He was struggling hard
To catch his breath

He expects to wait
Five years for a transplant
It’s dialysis until then
Dialysis

And I think
What if this day becomes my last?
What should I have done
Differently?

Could I have helped more?
Could I be kinder?
As kind as he was
To me?

Perhaps he is showing me
How to live
Because he knows
How to face his own death
18th October 2016
529 · Jul 2016
On this day
Commuter Poet Jul 2016
On this day
The world can see clearly
The lies
That we knew
Were told
And sold
To the people

On this day
The photographs
Tell deeper truths
As bereaved mothers
Hold pictures of their departed sons

On this day
The self righteous leader
Is named by one as
The worst terrorist of all

On this day
The people
Are at a loss
To know
Whom to trust

On this day
Although my heart sinks low
And I grieve
At all loss
I will try to believe
That we can change
7th July 2016
528 · Dec 2016
Christmas Tree
Commuter Poet Dec 2016
Christmas tree
You stand quietly
At our window
Sparkling
Shining
Wearing decorations of
Green
Red
Blue
Yellow

Glowing
Before blurry eyes
Warming our hearts
Against the cold

Standing
Silently
While ceremonies
Of the season
Unfold
Before you
11th December 2016
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