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The Commuter

As flowers fill with summer rain
Commuters board their rush hour train 
Oblivious to all they see 
They must get home in time for tea 

Reflecting on their busy day
Decisions seldom go their way
The simple things that mean a lot
Just too busy – Now forgot

Magic times remain unseen
Now blinded by their dull routine
Tomorrows dreams stay in the past
Time flies by - the moments passed 

It’s easy to be lead astray
But every dog will have his day
The thoughts inside – Just Cant let go
So don’t let on -  no-one will know

All heading for another place 
They hide behind a dead pan face 
Afraid their plans have gone astray
They must survive another day

Don’t bother with a crystal ball
You have the power to recall
We each determine our own fate
So take control – Don’t sit and wait

Why stand in line and wait your turn
Just cut the ropes and watch them burn
Feelings that we all suppress
You never know – Perhaps they’ve guessed

The sands of time will ebb and flow
The tree that grows will always show
The promise of a future dawn
On platform nine you stand and yawn.

Copyright © Andy Hunter | Year Posted 2021


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Enjoy the Trip

Goblins dance across the wire 
With blood red eyes and wings of fire 
They beckon me to join their game 
Join in the buzz and kiss the flame 

My journey’s only just begun 
The purple sky ignites the sun 
We’ve chased the dragon – he’s on the run 
Now flying high and having fun

The strobe light penetrates my brain
As music pulses through my veins
Got no more cares- Got no more fear
Coz everything I needs right here 

I’ll take you where you’ve never been 
Beyond the boundaries of all dreams 
A mystery tour – enjoy the show 
We’ll cut a line and share some blow

Enjoy the buzz – the music’s loud 
Escape the madness of the crowd 
But first of all let’s score a hit 
Follow me – enjoy the trip 

I’m flying high and looking down 
In freefall now – I hit the ground 
The spider laughs and spins her web 
There’s no way out – she’s in my head 

My body heaves and starts to shake 
This nightmare dream I can’t escape 
The spider whispers “your time has come 
You’re in my web – my turn for fun” 

The goblins’ stare – they point and jeer 
Now relishing my wretched fear 
We make a deal – I pay their toll
My life now spent – They take my soul.

Copyright © Andy Hunter | Year Posted 2021

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The Blind Date

She's kissing mirrors and plucking hairs.
Wants to be with someone who cares.
She's running late - puts on a spurt.
She brushes her hair, slips on her new skirt.

She's hoping to meet a new someone.
Who won't just break her heart for fun.
She needs a friend, not just a flirt.
To end her loneliness and the hurt.

Is she too early or is he late.
With trepidation she sits and waits.
And plays it cool, it's just a game.
Thinks nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Now staring through an empty glass.
Her solitude is about to pass.
He calls her name, looks into her eyes.
They share their stories and realise.

They make the same journey everyday.
Both strangers heading a different way.
Together they sit and share their wine.
He makes her laugh - it's been a long time.

Copyright © Andy Hunter | Year Posted 2021

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DANCING IN THE BREEZE

DANCING IN THE BREEZE 

He knew this was a special day.
Her beauty took his breath away.
His throat went dry as he said hello.
Fearing she would turn and go.

She smiled at him, so he took his chance.
And through bated breath asked her to dance
She clutched his hand; they danced all night.
They laughed and joked; things just felt right.

Decades pass, now both retired
They still share wedded bliss.
Emphasised each morning.
With a gentle loving kiss

Awakened by the dawn chorus.
As distant church bells peel
She looks across and smiles at him.
But his body is cold and still.

Her heart now badly broken
She knew this day would come.
She cannot face the future.
Without her only love

She passed shortly after
They’re now eternally together.
The cherished love they shared.
Shall always last forever

When I scattered both their ashes
Beneath the apple trees
I’m sure I saw them smiling.
Dancing merrily in the breeze.

Copyright © Andy Hunter | Year Posted 2025

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You'Re Not Dead

Your image dances in my head 
Each night you climb into my bed 
We have no dreams – we never sleep 
Eternity is ours to keep 

Your lips are cold – your breath is still 
You understand the way I feel 
We share our thoughts – we laugh and cry 
Together we can never die 

They say you’ve gone – but can’t they see 
You’re always right here next to me 
They say I’m mad – but that’s because 
They only see what never was 

The empty spaces fill the page 
Their anti-stares fill me with rage 
What do they know – why should I care 
I feel your glow – you’re always there 

You’re with me every single day 
I need you now – you're here to stay 
We shared our lives – You own my soul 
Together we have paid the toll

We no longer sit and count the days 
Coz time is just a passing phase 
Your stone forever stays unread
You'll always live inside my head.

Copyright © Andy Hunter | Year Posted 2021


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The Catwalk Queen

In a darkened room deep in the crowd
A familiar tune, the music’s loud
Spotlights dance around the stage
With knowing glance, I turn the page.

I see her and she’s dressed in black.
Not in person – in paperback
Will she pose for me tonight?
I hold my breath, follow the light.

Through the haze all I can see
Are models strutting purposefully.
Then I spot her walking proud
The clothes she wears delight the crowds.

Her sultry eyes and jet-black hair
All I can do is sit and stare.
If I can get my timing right
Who knows, she could be mine tonight?

Out of reach, a designer’s dream
She's a peach, the catwalk queen.
We all desire but cannot touch.
My hearts on fire she means so much.

Her picture in the magazines
Leaps from the page into my dreams
Maybe one day she’ll be mine
Then we can leave this pantomime.

Copyright © Andy Hunter | Year Posted 2025

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The Narcissist

He climbs out of his car and admires his reflection.
Intoxicated by his self-perceived perfection.
He tells himself he's number one.
Says he's entitled to his fun.

Will never want to pay his way.
When he's asked, he walks away.
Rejects responsibility.
Just tells himself he must be free.

Will lie to cover up his tracks.
Distort the truth - denies the facts.
Says self-preservation must be his rule.
Believes he's a winner and thinks he's cool.

He's a legend inside his tiny mind.
But sadly, one day he will find.
He's on his own - his friends are gone.
And will never accept he’s done any wrong

Copyright © Andy Hunter | Year Posted 2025

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New Years Resolution

My new year’s resolution was to lose some weight.
Cut down on take outs and use smaller plates.
So I joined a gym to try and get fit
But lost my breath on the stairs, so took the lift.

My favourite ambition is to learn to cook.
But my food never looks like the recipe books.
The end result is often inedible.
I blame the author whose work can’t be credible.

I’ve never been very good with my hands.
As whatever I try seldom goes to plan
So decided to persevere with some D I Y
But it all fell apart, don’t ask me why.

Attempted to try some art and craft.
But my serious endeavours just made my friends laugh.
Then decided to give some gardening a try.
Yet everything I planted just seemed to die.

Joined a local choir and attempted to sing.
But all people heard was a terrible din.
You could say my life’s a disorderly mess.
But everyone’s good at something, I guess?

Copyright © Andy Hunter | Year Posted 2025

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Writers Block

I’ve never been a writer, but when I have the time.
I try to think up some ideas to write a random rhyme.
Sometimes it works and I think up something new.
Other times I just scratch my head, as I haven’t got a clue.

Now I’m staring at a blank screen, unable to think.
And my brains just like a pen, that's run out of ink.
Analogy's a great theme, I’ve not done that before
Already hit a brick wall, as I can't think of anymore.

Should I write about a dream, romance, or secret fears?
Looking for inspiration, but still with no ideas.
I try using my imagination, so I write down a few lines.
Then look for other words, to try and make them rhyme.

My plan was to create a poem, with poise and eloquence.
But everything I write down, just simply makes no sense.
So, to spark creativity I recall something from the past.
Ideas come and go, but the moment doesn't last.

I suppose my brain is scrambled and running a bit too slow.
I attempt to write something meaningful, but nothing seems to flow.
I guess writing poetry is not as easy as it looks.
So I admire all those poets, whose work is published in a book.

Copyright © Andy Hunter | Year Posted 2025

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A political issue

So many lives destroyed by greed.
Too many hungry mouths to feed.
The rich blame the poor for being lazy and feckless.
The poor blame the rich for being greedy and reckless.

The wealthiest hide funds in offshore accounts
The poor must work harder for meagre amounts.
People are divided so the markets may prosper.
Whilst queues at foodbanks continue to grow longer

Refugees escape from terror and wars.
Dreaming of landing on welcoming shores.
Condemned by the establishment, who don’t want them stay.
Yet happily spend all the taxes they pay.

Governments are chosen by media manipulation.
Then fight their cause with enhanced reputations.
Our press is controlled by the wealthiest few.
So, who really decides what we see in the news?

These are political issues, but many don't care.
Yet the wealth divide remains massively unfair.
Too many believe there’s no other choice.
So, stand up and be heard, coz we all have a voice.

Copyright © Andy Hunter | Year Posted 2025

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