#driver
The road that bends, it carves the skill.
A heart of calm, a sharpened will.
Each curve demands a thought, a choice,
A listening ear to engine’s voice.
The straight, though kind, makes nothing new,
For risk refines what strength must do.
In rain and dusk, true paths are laid
This is where drivers are always made.
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 10:03 PM UTC
Hop up onto the bus of life
There's room enough for a short ride
When we are young, we're at the front
We steer, give gas and speed over the bumps
We are the ones that give directions
Left or right at the next intersection
Over the roads of life we cajole
On through the decades we continue to roll
But someday the bus of life slows down
Your brow is furrowed with a frown
For you are now only a passenger
With wrinkled eyes and greying hair
Others drive the Bus today
Driving near and far away
And with every year that passes by
You reminisce with a wistful sigh
One day when the bus slows down
And creeps so slowly out of town
You will be sitting at the very back
As you ride along the furrowed Track
That leads you to your last Destiniation
The end of Life, the final station
😉
Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 2:11 PM UTC
I asked him gently,
“My friend, why park your chariot
in a spot meant for the displayed?”
The man turned, chest inflated like a peacock,
and snapped,
“What do you want from me?”
For a heartbeat,
my ego whispered,
“Ask him for a million dollars…
and maybe his watch too.”
But my soul nudged me and said,
“Calm down, dervish.
He is already poor
poor in wisdom.”
So I smiled and replied,
“It is my spot, brother.
Reserved for those
who are shown,
not those who only show off.”
He stood there, confused,
trying to translate the language of humility
using the dictionary of arrogance.
Rich in metal,
poor in meaning
a Rolls Royce driven by a man
still searching for first gear in his soul.
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 10:33 PM UTC
Behind the driver sit,
she was resting with no beat.
Nothing would distract her,
even sound of reluctant street.
Maybe she didn’t care anymore,
or she needed to sleep a bit more.
Coins were the ones arrived first,
begging the fate to have a rest.
Sound of siren tangles the air,
close were the angles in pair.
She was so young, it wasn’t fair,
Don’t worry, they will take a good care.
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 1:17 PM UTC
Wake up my light
O' mighty god light my morning
Like you light up my packs like the impoverished morning
In the cool cool
Of evenings, let's fly out
Too short of words, o'er is he becoming him
Her becoming his or was she becoming her edict of nights brighter
Stars lighter up mulled
The wine I can try freely ransack and robed freeloaders get me
Blues on her bag, speak of cusp
It's almost time, to leave your satchel
That will carry my words, too soon
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 8:23 PM UTC
My pursuit of happiness is caught in a cab,
and hell is my driver.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 8:20 PM UTC
Her face was like an auto
While being struck by an auto.
And the driver?
Well, the driver just laughed.
“Thanks god my car isn’t damaged;
I stole it yesterday night.”
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 9:32 PM UTC
The child in the pushchair leans forwards.
Touches the wheels while they move, later this revolves to watching wheels of a bus
and wishing to be
underneath
them and maybe we're all just looking for a way out and a getaway driver,
maybe this room with a view we built to ruin is flooding
and we're pressing our
open lips
to the ceiling, grappling for a last breath
and pushing time for a second more
and maybe that escape route is waiting round the corner, a lamppost with flowers cellotaped to it, a
place away from the place
our parents kicked us out,
drove us to the middle of nowhere and made us walk ourselves home, telling us this is a metaphor of life, waiting for a place for us to rest our blistered ankles and bruised wrists,
a place where there's someone we lost waiting for us, holding our their hand to bring us home,
but I guess,
maybe, for now
we're gonna have to stare at buses and wish for those pushchair wheels and the days we stared at the pavement moving beneath us and wanted to be anything
but a painting on the road.
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 7:09 PM UTC
If Daphne
she's leaving
behind those
tires that
slay these
roads like
chains for
brighter climes
that diversion
claims horse
and winds
hoofs that
ream dots
in trailers
as nights
turnaround my
love dame
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
I knew my destination
and it incited me to drive.
I took upon myself
to steer onto the route,
on which my life would thrive.
I began dodging obstacles confidently
to move ahead in a hurry.
The path turned rough and craggy
and driving on it soon became tough.
It narrowed without a warning
eventually leading to a cul de sac.
My patience fell prey to the delay
and my confidence started to wane away.
I began to frustrate and tire,
on seeing my plans go haywire.
Worrying over the future,
I accumulated only stress and fear.
I prayed to the Almighty
and then moved to the rear.
I let Him become my chauffeur
and pull me out of this mire.
I have since entrusted Him,
to lead me onto my destination
by whichever way, He desires.
I now sit and enjoy the ride,
as a back seat passenger.
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 9:55 AM UTC
This is the story
Of a Truck driver
Who never stops driving
Unwillingly he lives on the road
Hoping he will find love in motion
He wasn't looking to love someone else
He is searching love for himself
And at the same time
He is running from feelings
Running from the hurts
He should be told
He carries it on every road
That head that tells him
O! Truck driver
navigate left away from tragic street
For twenty four years
And yet today
He is still driving
Hoping the road will teach him
To love himself again
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
atari games
when i was a teenager i had an atari games system
me and my mates played space invaders, pacman and river raid
competing to get the best score and be the best
it was a saturday afternoon in summer in the 80s
that's when it happened while we gamed away
we heard a huge bang and ran out of my mum's house
and down to the road for we knew it was bad
a crowd had gathered and oh ******* hell look!
a girl was lying still on the ground
was she dead?
but i only thought that later
we could see she was nice, too nice,
for all of her legs and **** was on display
as were her ******* and raised short skirt
and what of her face?
i knew she was pretty
there was blood on the ground
but we didn't see it till later
she was near a bus stop which was bent
was she waiting there when she was hit?
hit by the car that was halfway off the road
and equally thru the stone wall?
where was the driver?
the crowd said he'd fled the scene
over the fields and look,
there's tracks thru the grass
my mate's dad came to help the girl
her told his son to go to their house for a spoon
the girl was vomiting and it would **** her
soon his dad cleared the girl's mouth
so she could breath and he stayed by her side
while we watched from over the road
the ambulance soon came and took her away
and later still, the cops nicked the driver
he was drunk and driving and almost killed the girl
later still i learnt she made a full recovery
i wonder where she is now?
does she remember how close she came to death?
and what of the driver who hurt her?
this was 35 years ago and i remember it
like yesterday and the message it says:
don't drink and drive...
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 10:42 PM UTC
In the drivers seat of my day
I put my
thoughts into gear.
First gear self love.
Second gear compassion.
Third gear optimism.
Fourth gear trust.
Fifth gear miracles
Sixth gear love to all.
In the drivers seat of my day
I put my
Heartbeat into song.
Song of gratitude.
Song of peace.
Song of joy.
Song of faith.
Song of love for all.
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC
A deathly silence filled the air,
As I stood amongst a real nightmare,
I didn’t hear a single sound,
And in that moment my heart did pound.
The large vehicle lay on its side,
Like a stricken boat caught in low tide,
It lay there not alone,
But with 13 men trapped and they started to moan.
On hearing those poor unfortunate souls,
Who must of been thrown round like rag dolls,
I ran to seek help but my legs were like lead,
But I ran and ran as I thought men were dead.
With the RMP I arrived back at the scene,
A place i will never forget that I’ve been,
With lights and noise and people all around,
The rescue of men now on the ground.
As I stood in a daze fixed on the lights and noise,
My attention did switch, I changed my poise,
I could hear a voice talking to me,
“It’s ok, sit down, they’re all alive, almost free”.
Those words were what I needed to hear,
For most of that night I was swathed with fear,
As I thought I’d killed those in my lorry,
But we all survived, eternally grateful and I’m forever sorry!
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 5:57 PM UTC
Out on a Georgia dirt road
Fully loaded, making time
I've gone a million miles
All on someone else's dime
From Utah to Kentucky
Nevada up to Maine
I've been on super highways
I've driven on one lane
America, America
There's just so much to see
I've seen the land, please understand
You help to make me me
I'm just another trucker, mother
Driving empty, driving full
Hauling loads for everyone
From wood, to steel, to wool
Dirt roads and paved highways
They're connected to my brain
I've driven all from coast to coast
In sleet, and sun and rain
America, America
There's just so much to see
I've seen the land, please understand
You help to make me me
Home, to me is driving
I don't have a fixed abode
I get my mail in dribs and drabs
My life is on the road
Just another trucker, mother
I just wish there was more time
To see the countries treasures
All on someone else's dime
America, America
There's just so much to see
I've seen the land, please understand
You help to make me me
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 12:23 AM UTC
**Speeding up going faster not looking **
*I should have looked *
I should have done so many things
I should not have died
That taxi should have stopped
I had so much of ahead of me marriage,children and life
But to that driver I was a hit and run
I wasn't done
I should have looked
But I didn't
It was my fault
I could have lived.....
I'd only I takes last breath
Looked....
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Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 7:51 AM UTC
A year and a half has passed since I crashed my motorcycle.
The broken bones and road rash had since been cast away.
The gassed up tank and fast paced life were smashed together.
A singular bash that cached my memory.
Lights flashed and all of the sudden whiplash has new meaning.
This thrash of two autos blinked my eyelash three days later.
Paralytic forecast.
I lay flabbergast.
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC
I mourn for skunks.
The squashed, flattened masses
***** mashed, their stripes scattered
Matted masks disguising unseeing eyes
Through how many fields have they run?
Once sweet babies, small noses, downlike fur
fleeing to their final place from green leafed bowers in a terrible act of asphalt bait n' switch
Let us all grieve the sacrifice which,
Unto the motor gods
Has been served.
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 3:10 PM UTC
*You always have a choice, he made the wrong one
It may be a costly one
For me*
You will get a choice, choose wisely
I thought it couldn’t happen to me
Especially after I made the right one
*Lights fade, screams turn into whispers
Glass dives into my paling ivory skin
Pavement absorbing the blood*
A party, filled with people,
Too many people
My vision is clear, not a drip slipped past my enclosed lips
*Cups and cups of the poison fills his bloodstream
Vision dotted, the light is blinding
Head above the clouds, soaring through the sky*
Not a drip passed through my lips Mom, I promise
I listened, even though it seems may have seemed like I didn’t
Every words was branded into my skin, burning to make sure I never forgot
*He didn’t know that the head high above the clouds would come crashing down
The car came out of nowhere, I didn’t see it coming
It came out of nowhere*
Now, lying on the grass
I am now playing a game with Death
and He is winning
*The lights on his car, blinding,
I couldn’t move, my hands stuck, glued to the steering wheel
It happened too fast. my leg slamming on the brake, my head flying backwards while my body is flung forwards*
*Darkness fiddles with my eyesight
Numbness overtakes Pain easily
Nothingness has never been so blissful*
The times I got mad at you for searing the words into my skin further seems pointless now
I am sorry
You won’t be able to hear my apologies from the tops of the clouds
*I am sorry I couldn’t fight for longer
I hear the sweet song of sirens coming closer, closer,
People rush to my side
Words are mushed into one, filling my ears with the last sounds I will ever hear,
My eyes fluttering open and close this whole time, have now finally shut
The lights aren’t blinding anymore
Numbness has torn through my body, leaving not an ounce of pain
I am not suffering
My breath is slowly becoming smaller and small*
One breath
I try to pry my eyes open, but nothing
My hands are damp from the sweat the is glistening around my body
Two breaths
Mom I love you, you gave me so much that I would never come out of debt to you.
Tell my sister, everything will be okay. Even though it may seem like I hate her, I don’t. I love you.
Three breathes
Tell my brother, I hope every dream of his comes true, and I will read him a story tonight in his dreams, then he can play with me once more. I love you.
Four breaths
Tell dad, that no matter I will be sitting by his side every Sunday to watch the matches that play. I love you.
Five breaths
*We will always have choices in this world. He made the wrong one as soon as the keys jingled as the engine roar with life, and the gas sputter out of the exhaust, and the tires turned in endless circles
7 breathes
He made the wrong one
It was costly
For me*
*8 breathes
Game over.
Death won.*
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 7:13 PM UTC
There is no driver - go anywhere for a fiver
Pod - cars troll Milton Keynes by no means
seen piloted in four years time - where's mine?
Then they come together in the land of never - never
The sat-nav tells us where we're going
ready to alight when it's finally slowing
what will they think of next? Send a text
with your suggestion - normality's in regression
No one is to blame when there's an accident
nothing is seen to describe an incident
however, at least no one can go on strike
and I won't be reduced to travel by bike
The atmosphere is electric, technology hectic
it was bad enough when we decided to go metric!
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 2:20 PM UTC
The bus pulled up and I got on
It was empty, 'cept for two
A lady sitting at the front
And a man all dressed in blue
The lady sat in front alone
Her parcels by her side
The man, he stood alone in back
And I got on for my ride.
The sign in front said "Do Not Smoke"
Capacity...that's blurry
I couldn't see it from where I sat
But, I was in no hurry
I walked on up, to check it out
And read the aged old sign
It said "seating room is 63"
And standing ...twenty nine
I reached my stop and I got off
Not thinking much I guess.
But that man was still way in the back
And that lady in her dress
Was motionless up in the front,
Her parcel by her side
They hadn't moved since I got on
And it was an hour ride
Others joined us on the bus
But all were gone before
There was just these two, still motionless
When I walked out the door.
Each day for weeks I rode this bus
And each day, like before
The lady sat down front alone
And the man, behind the door
It never made much sense to me
He never changed his spot
It was if he were a sentinel
To guard this bus...his lot
One day I asked the driver
Why he never did sit down
He said "You must be new here"
"You can't be from this town"
I said "Why did that matter?"
He just laughed and looked at me
"It's never gonna change here"
"There's a certain courtesy"
I didn't understand him
And he never put forth more
So, I went on down the bus aways
And I sat just by the door
I passed my stop and rode a while
While others filtered through
Then all at once the lady rose
Followed by the man in blue
She left out front, him through the back
And it left me there alone
Well, except for the old driver
So, I rode around to home
I saw as we drove past them
On our return route down the Strand
The lady and The Man in Blue
Were walking, holding hands
I thought "What gives?, they sit apart"
She forward, him in back
Now here they are together
They're a train on the same track
I asked the driver to explain
This sight that I had seen
He said "Just wait a minute"
"And it won't seem so extreme"
He stopped the bus and came to me
And he walked past the back door
"See that faded line there miss"
As he pointed to the floor
I looked real close and there it was
It was a line in pastel blue
"Now, listen here's some history"
"This is something new to you"
"Way back when, a lifetime back"
"Segregation ruled the land"
"You didn't mix outside your race"
"You would never understand"
"The line there on the floor shows"
"Where the buses made their mark"
"The white folks stood on the drivers side"
"And the back was for the dark"
"skinned folks who rode with us"
"I know it don't sound fair"
"But that's the wasy it was back then"
"I know, 'cause I was there"
"This couple...they confuse you"
"Her in front and him in back"
"Did you ever stop and notice"
"She is white and he is black?"
"But, that's not the way things are today"
I said, still unsure of these two
He said "I know, my dear"
"But this way's all they knew"
"They've been a pair for twenty years"
"They've rode this bus for more"
"When he first rode, it was so bad"
"He came through the back door"
"He couldn't get on through the front"
"They wouldn't let him pass"
"In fact once some one threatened"
"him, they would soak him down with gas"
"So he went on back, through the back door"
"And then he crossed that line"
"And he's been doing so for sixty years"
"He's done it all this time"
"I never charge them to get on"
"I charge them when they leave"
I said "I don't see them pay"
He smiled and scratched his sleeve
"I never charge them money"
"No, that just would not be right"
"I tell them to just get safe home"
"And to have a lovely night"
"The next day when they board the bus"
"She smiles and looks at me"
"And as I look down to the back"
"I smile...and so does he"
"I know that it is different"
"But down here, it was the way"
"And this white girl and this black man"
"helped to show me shades of grey"
"He'll always ride in back there"
"And she'll be in front with me"
"But, you know that they're so happy"
"And that's why they ride for free"
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC