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Andy Hunter Poem
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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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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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.
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Andy Hunter Poem
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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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.
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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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The sun bursts through a weeping cloud, feel soft warm rain.
Through buttercups and daffodils, he calls my name.
As ripples dance across the stream, I hear his call.
He takes my hand and leads me to the waterfall.
We climb high above the rainbow, breathe freshly scented air.
Hear gentle whispers in the breeze, beyond compare.
Climbing high we see for miles, we're both enthralled.
At the thunder and the power of the waterfall.
Hand in hand we walk away, and both look back.
I know one day we will return, re-trace our tracks.
Memories of magic times, we shall recall.
And wonder at the beauty of the waterfall.
In the morning haze our arms gently entwined
Magical images dance inside my mind
Reminiscing on our perfect escape,
I slowly open my eyes and try to stay awake.
Still slumbering in this tranquil calm,
I realise it’s time to switch off my alarm.
I’m dreamily laying close to you,
And I know someday our dreams will come true.
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Moving.
She packs away her memories and smiles as she recalls
The images of happy times that once hung upon her walls
Looks at all the packing crates, neatly labelled and filled.
Takes one last glance at her photos, before the box is sealed.
The big day has arrived, and removers start to load
She checks the house just one last time, before she hits the road
Bids goodbye to the home she loved, now empty, cold, and clear
She’s looking forward to the future yet still sheds a little tear.
The front door closes one last time as she gives a cheery wave
Her friends all wish her well, and ask if she’s okay
They say, “don’t be a stranger” and promise to stay in touch
Encouraged by their best wishes, which always mean so much.
Amongst a sea of packing crates, she finally has some time
Searches for some glasses and opens a bottle of wine.
Dreaming of what lies ahead, she thinks of friends and fun
One chapter may have ended, but a new one’s just begun.
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I grew up in a rural, seaside spot.
Where winters were cold, and summers were hot.
Spent sunny days on the riverbank fishing all day.
Until the bailiff came and chased us away.
We’d play games on the beach and soak up the sun.
Until strangers arrived and ended our fun.
They took over the beach and shooed us away.
And told us to find somewhere else to play.
More and more strangers arrived every year.
The farms were all built on as jobs disappeared.
The strangers kept coming and were happy to pay.
When our landlords sold out, we could no longer stay.
The place is now heaving on hot summer days.
The remaining few busy on minimum wage.
Priced out of the village where we had all grown.
A winter a ghost town, we once called home.
Our magical haven of tranquillity
Is now full of holiday homes and Airbnb’s.
The farm hands and fishermen no longer belong.
The strangers now own it and the locals have gone.
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I see her at the station, she’s gone without a trace.
She appears in the window, the reflection of her face.
I look into her eyes as she's staring through the glass.
I wonder what she’s thinking, but the moment doesn’t last.
I guess she’s an enigma dancing round my brain.
As the crowd begins to push and shove, I move further down the train.
And then as if by chance we’re standing very close.
Now almost in a trance I’m standing on her toes.
Embarrassed and surprised she says, “I thought I’d let you know.
You’re standing on my foot” I blush and turn to go.
The doors begin to open so I help her off the train.
I ask if I can walk her home, she laughs “To cripple me again?”
She says “We share this journey every day, you’ve never said hello.
I saw you staring through the glass, just wanted you to know”.
I walk her to her front door, and she asks “you coming in? “
I wonder if her folks are home, she gives a cheeky grin.
She makes us both a coffee, I’m sitting there dumbstruck.
“A penny for your thoughts” she says, I can’t believe my luck.
We sit and talk for hours, sharing laughs as it gets late.
Reticence behind me, I ask her for a date.
Copyright © Andy Hunter | Year Posted 2025
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