Long Commute Poems
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" Flower plucked from plant is like a new born baby dumped on road"
Bright, tender flower, my beauty all devour
Humans stop and look at me, faces full of glee
Joyous whole day, in breeze I sway
Many sisters and brothers, love chatting with others
Family loves me, am well fed must agree
When insects sit on me, I am filled with glee
As they commute, I will become a fruit
Such thoughts in mind lay, thinking of future I stay
~~~~~
One day plucked away, dropped on pathway
From my family faraway, alone I lay
Blow me wind I say, drop me where I stay
But much to my dismay, I am tossed away,
All stamp upon me, humans are beastly
To God I pray, for my early death, decay
Harshly am taken away, along with garbage I lay
Burnt alive,I am slain, I scream in pain
~~~~~
Many of us die this way, mercilessly humans slay
When plucked, alive we lay, waiting for death to take us away
LIVING DEAD, MANY TEARS SHED, EVERY MOMENT DREAD, SUCH A DEATHBED!
Wish humans understood our pain, and stopped being so inhumane
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28 Jan 2021
Topic chosen - If I were a flower
All internal rhymes checked at Rhyme zone. End rhymes not intended.
Note: Brother and sisters indicate other flowers on the plant.
In India garbage is collected by municipality and burned
The ocean is my morning commute
where I set sail on my Yahama Outboard
with nothing but tradewinds, waves,
currents and salt air with no traffic in sight
I can take the ocean roads
around the Atlantic
on my limestone archipelago
of the sun, sand and sea
from Grand Bahama and Abaco
on the Little Bahama Bank
to Inagua on the Great Bahama Bank
I can cross the Tongue of the Ocean
from New Providence to Andros
to view the depth at 6,000 feet
and Exuma Sound to visit
the southeast side of Eleuthera
and the western end of Cat Island
I can drive down south to the Bight of Acklins
to visit the secluded beaches
on Acklins, Crooked Island and Long Cay
or to the Ragged Island Range
an archipelago within an archipelago
and travel back up north
to the Cay Sal and Great Isaac Banks
and even travel through the Florida Straits
when I need a vacation getaway to Miami
grab your pail, we'll clean the sea
fetch a comb to coiff the sand
don't fall for burning cities, to be
eternalized
as a pinnacle of table salt
pinch me, porfa!
looking up/down—that's insurance
perilous looking back
psychics looking forward
pronouncing words
over tomorrow's world
should you be dissolved
by hands
furious at future-telling feats
well, you would have seen it coming...
stay simple
pick peppers
plant cotton
gin it
for reason
latent scars from childhood rashes
gore marks from hell's boar
love borrows
until you're vexed, next blue
how to hold love
comprehend it
neuter it
before panthers
track and eat your tears
extinguish glimpses
of stars, rays, and beams
and death, ghostsongs, stones
become fabrics of a seamless void
traffic runs past the burial ridge along my way
but I went slow this commute
appearing to me was myself
a cameo in crying fields
wearing pails, combs, spades, and boots
an element of wind stirred icy, traceless
talking in the sense of men asleep
said some things couldn't be offered:
dust bunny hearts
no photographs
no epitaphs
no salt
We've been imprisoned in our own homes
to fight a disease so devatasting,
and the impact on our well-being
is depression and solitude distancing lives!
How delightful was to take a stroll in Manhattan,
view the tall skyscrapers while munching on a honey bun!
People were cheerful and always said hello,
where did our genuine happiness and positive attitude go?
Wearing a face mask is a requirement,
don't walk into a supermarket without it:
you'll be forbidden to enter the premises;
be very considerate, think about others!
Health advisers promise a possible vaccine
by the end of this year and it shows promise,
the pandemic is spiking, children aren't immune;
will they go back to school and happily commute?
I have applied for a new job to beat boredom,
age is not a factor when you got the enthusiam;
staying at home ages your body and makes you weak,
I have to rejuvenate myself and not become a freak!
Ah, yesteryear as we remember it is missed and wanted again,
only viewed into the mirror of consciuosness when joy excited us!
Can it be revived and be ours again after this deep crisis?
Ah, all these reminisced memories conjure us to a speedy return!
For 30 years I drove to work,
On highways that I knew.
The early morning traffic
Was so light I almost flew.
I recognized the landmarks
That I passed each time I went,
A smooth commute to where I taught
My singular intent.
In the years since I retired,
I’d no need to take that route
‘Til today, when GPS said
That’s the way to go, no doubt.
So, to meet some friends we traveled
On the roads we were assigned,
Which were different from the old familiar
Ones I had in mind.
Change is bound to be expected;
Nothing simple gets to last.
Even roads and their surroundings
Differ from those in the past.
It was a day like every other,
In his monotonous life.
He showered and he shaved;
Shared a good-bye kiss with his wife.
Dropped his son off at school,
On his commute into work;
Oblivious to the car radio news report
About a gunman gone berserk.
She called him at his office
For their usual mid-morning chat;
His recorded tones on voice mail said,
“I’ll return your call when I get back.”
He missed his boss’ staff meeting;
They figured he must have called in sick.
His emails went unanswered;
His in-box was growing kind of thick.
His son couldn’t find him
In the stands at his basketball game;
His wife was left wondering all day,
Why the return call never came.
His secretary couldn’t track him down;
His cell phone went straight to voice mail.
To the clients trying to find him,
She didn’t know just what to tell.
The police said there was nothing they could do
Until twenty-four hours had come and passed;
When later in the evening
His wife called them at last.
The wife and son sat by the phone;
Not knowing just what to do.
They both finally went to sleep
When the mantle clock showed half past two.
His car was never found,
His whereabouts never confirmed.
Whatever happened to this average man,
No one ever was to learn.
His wife never forgave him;
His son never forgot;
It was a day like every other,
But for him, that day was not.
What Lurks Within
I picture in my mind an old colonial room,
With a door to the garden where my flowers can bloom.
A window in the back to see the main house,
A leaky roof and the scurry of a mouse.
Mold on the floor and old bricks in the wall,
And a door in the back to the main kitchen hall.
A stack of hay to the left leading out the front door,
To the gravel path that wraps around to the front porch.
The smell of moisture in the air so damp and so cold,
I can get some water and try to scrub up the mold.
A mat by the door to clean off my boots,
I can get into the car to start my commute.
So much I can picture for this small place,
Nothing to hold back my imagination, but space.
-For Seren’s What Lurks Within Contest
It's the little things in life that mean so much
That steaming cup of hot coffee waiting for you as you greet the day
The cheery hello from a neighbour
As you stumble out of the house, briefcase and keys in hand
Ready for the challenges of yet another exciting day
The smile on the traffic cop's face at the corner
As he waves you through after the kiddies have crossed the street
After your gruelling hour long commute
You get to the office and the day starts with high-fives
The cute new secretary gives you a big smile
As you rush by heading for your office
Those long arduous meetings that go on late into the afternoon
Where everyone finally finds out the company has had
It's best year to date and you feel proud
That you had even just a small part in it's success
Then after fighting the late afternoon rush hour traffic
You return home exhausted only to be greeted
By your adoring family and you feel on top of the world
None of these things individually make your day
But all of these things combined make you aware
We're all so lucky to be alive
And that little things mean a lot
© Jack Ellison 2014
If I let my heart be broken by a stranger
Is it impossible to believe
Or if loving at the first of sights
Not embarrassingly naive
Or if I claimed to know of true intentions
From a flurried passing gaze
Or if from but a fleeted greeting
Be colorfully amazed
Or if to me it makes no difference
Instants or many years
Or if without specifics
Commute your pain into my tears
Or if clairvoyantly I see the way
Of two becoming one
Or if to me it's always been shone
Like the everlasting sun
Or if you could only know me wholly
Now the way I see your soul
Or if it would only take forever
Fervorous ardor full
I woke up early to the sound of birds singing
A warm, cheery feeling washed over me
I make my coffee and sit in my yard
The sun is peeking over the side of the mountain
Not a cloud in the sky
Today is going to be a good day
The commute to work is pleasant
The tunes on the radio are spot on
The weather is delightful
The scenery is breathtaking
The happiness is intoxicating
Today is a good day so far
Workday went by quickly
Took a walk on the beach
Talked with a dear friend from years gone by
Ate dinner on the patio
I watched a spectacular sunset
Today is a good day so far
As the day comes to a close
I can’t help but smile
I had let the sun shine in
It’s rays reached deep into my soul
My mind is at peace
Today was a good day