Contactless Now Go

Headphones on, the stairs I descend
Dreaming of the working days end
Step onto empty littered street
With no one around to greet
Turn and head for the northern tube
Past the fractured bus stop queue
Pause for coffee to ease morning low
Attempt to break the silence with hello
The barista doesn’t want to know
Hands over the cup and leaves you contactless now go

Train filled with vacant stares
Commuters who aren’t really there
Minds away from where they are
Thoughts of escape to take them off afar
Grey bubbles passing from A to Z
Repeated patterns from first breath to bed
Eyes fixed on the slatted floor,
Standing, waiting, but what for?
Didn’t we all want more?
Cold and contactless huddled lonely by the door

Infatuation, real?

Blessed with the joy of hope
When new heart feels all that is to come
Elated promise without constraint
Love you more than anyone

It’s an empty vacuous high
Like dreaming on the furthest star
This time substance might be there too
There’s a chance, this is right

Can’t put my hand on it
Can’t grasp why I feel what I feel
I’ve no basis to be in this emotive state
But this infatuation might be real

Don’t Leave Me

Say it
Tell me you do
Don’t leave me like this
I’ve said it to you
Say you love me
This has all been a dream
And on waking
Stop the pain extreme
I cannot cope
There is no way
For me to repair
After this torrid day
You’ve rocked me
You’ve sprung a trap
Said you need an out
Because of the gap
Between you and I
How I am and what you need
You’ve made a choice
But it’s not agreed
Just say you do
Or even that you might
Don’t end all this
When happiness was in sight

Out of the Rat Race

I’m out of the rat race
Out of the fight
To get into work
Get home at night
The push on the platform
The squeeze, holding a rail
The heat in the summer
Groans when services fail
Seated, sleeping commuters
People, for others, making way
The books they are reading
New faces each day
I’m out of the rat race
Out of the fight
I’m already missing it
Escape as I might

The Birgadier

A life well lived
Moustachioed
Gentleman, brigadier
Buccaneer, cavalier
Whiskers white
Hair as if in flight
Stories from afar
Drinks at the bar
A smile or salute
Fortitude, resolute
Stands for all to see
Timeless chivalry
In military brigade
Of manners made

Man in Red Jacket

A man in red jacket enters the bus
Sits down, wipes his hands, and with little fuss
Proceeds to tune out, stare straight ahead
No outward sign; does he dream, want his bed?
He is sodden, it’s wet, despite explorers coat
He’s been caught, capsized, fallen out of his boat
He is dreaming, controlled, as forward he looks
Unaware of surrounds be they lies, cheaters and crooks
He’s thinking of work, thinking of home
He’s shut down, constrained, because he’s feeling alone
Cant cope with events on his journey, blinkered he sits,
His senses turned off, without half his wits
Behind him there lurks someone who merits much more
Than the slightest of looks as he walks to the door
She’s the star of this journey, the one set for fame
She’s the one with azure eyes, and herbilicious name
He could have noticed her charm, her beauty, her fire
Even without her mascara, she was all he’d desire
Caught in his thinking, he never sees what he passed
The soggy bright diamond on the row second to last

Love is all around

There is love all around us
Love beneath every word that is said
Some is a love of self and security
Some feelings trapped by what’s in someone’s head
But it’s love that’s all around us

There are obvious places to see it
In the embrace of lovers or a child’s eyes
Love also exists in the quiet acts
The door held open, a mother soothing a baby’s cries
Love is all around us

You can feel like everyone else has love
That no one spares a thought for you
But ask for a coffee in the local shop
There is love in what people do
Love when a person hands the cup to you

You can accept it or be blind to it all
The beholder can choose what they want to see
A grey sky, commuting hell on earth
Or the flow of people trying to get by lovingly
Believe love is all around us
And it will be.

A Loving Stand

We’re all in this together it seems
But very few know what that means
It means when one of us falls down
Everyone, yes everyone, should gather round

No one chooses to on pavement dwell
So few wish for the Big Issue to sell
We all do what we can to upright stay
But for some it doesn’t end that way

Today it’s them, tomorrow it’s you
So think, what you’d want the crowd to do
To walk on by, or to stop and say
“Are you alright? Are you okay?”

You can spare a minute, and gift concern
Can pause, give time, your contentment earn
A little help, just an outstretched hand
Together, lets make a loving stand.

Fleeting Smile

Gentle smile
Walking through London’s teaming streets
Flashed lashes
Is that what she does to everyone she meets
Intimate moment
Brilliant light blinding against dark commuting plight
Fleeting beauty
The chance of joy on this lonely lonesome night

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