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Life in another Dimension
Life in another Dimension
Hayes
“ ‘Story?, Anto.”
Anto shuddered, hearing his name called. He didn’t suffer from the nerves. He just liked to know what was coming, the better he’d be able to handle it.
“Ah, Jem,” he said, spotting his greeter, “what’s the crack with yerself?”
They were standing on the corner of Bolton St and Capel St, well out of Jem’s comfort zone, this far south of the river. The streets…
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Hamish takes a Train
Hamish takes a Train
Hayes
Hamish dashed to catch the eight am express train to the city. He caught it just in time, the loud swishhh of the electric doors behind him and the cold draft of winter air reminded him just how close.
The train was packed, with many people standing, briefcases tucked between their ankles, handbags clutched under upper arms and elbows. Some were reading newspapers, others clutching…
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Circle
Hayes
Sunset or dawn,
being
hangs between
life and death,
begin and end.
Waking, a task
to complete,
primal power
surges from source
through feet,
body, limbs
and mind,
alight, ablaze,
resting nights
follow living days.
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Slaughter of Innocence
From Albeycin to Alhambra (Hayes)
In the twilight of a summer evening
the Alhambra’s shadow cast a gloom,
sweet voices from the shade arose,
the sunshine voice of youth.
I couldn’t sit, I sank to listen
to songs of promise and belief,
crumpled in a forlorn heap,
I longed for songs of love and lore
in the shade of cold and bitter war
while they sang songs of pain and…
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Death has No Friends
Death has No Friends
Hayes
Songs were sung,
glorious praise heaped,
sorrow gripped,
wrung tears
of fear and blame,
a body stretched
can feel no shame.
And in the darkness,
forever present,
patiently abiding,
death stands alone
in shadow’s home,
quiet, silent,
familiar but friendless.
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Love Poem
Hayes
Where have you been since when, first seen? in a pub, drunk and befuddled. on a pitch, wet, be — puddled, who knows ’til now, love’s confusing signals, the sweaty lip, the furrowed brow the dread of each encounter?
There is no map, or uncharted path, In love’s rough seas to point the way. All who are in spring of life know the chill of innocence , while those of Autumn live in dread,…
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Intricately Intimate
Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash
Intimately nefarious,
notoriously indecent,
contestants on ice
slipping, sliding
avoiding, deluding,
eluding the truth
they refuse
to tell
themselves.
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Defiance
Defiance...stand free and fly unfettered and glorious, a thought with wings is freedom inviolate
Where is happiness
Where is home
Where is life
What’s beginning?
Where you loved
Where you lived
Where you fucked
Where you lied
You were youth
You were starting
You began
You were learning
Then discovering
Where, what and when
You decided
No answers forthcoming
Your questions derided
By obsequious geeks
The nameless, the gormless
Whose…
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Two Love Poems
Love on the Line
Love on the line,
converging connections,
distance, unknown,
uncertain, too
Gathering speed,
smooth terrain,
imperceptible incline,
doubt and decline
Speed bumps
check the rush
living, life,
scenery passing
Attractive siding,
enticing divergence,
less than a landslide
to wonder why
When tracks divide
in new directions
blood on the tracks
cruel uncoupling
Running on time,
bli…
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Holy Orders In the interest of readers' sensitivities, this poem is harsh because it's about the sexual abuse of children by priests.
Predators Pray Love is blind, the Romantics say and justice too. Faith is blind, so predators pray in the dark
Nature’s Scheme
The cows were gathered
in a corner of the lower field.
dawn’s mist rose
as we crossed the meadow,
burly clouds jostled above us.
There’ll be rain,
my uncle said,
his few words spent,
like precious stones.
The dew in the long grass
soaked us,
as the animals gathered
for the long walk,
their udders full and swollen,
crying out for relief.
We drove them back
across the way,
as rain, cattle, grass…
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Stray Dog A stray dog, curious but reticent, sniffs a wall, a pole, watching, detached, wonders how that…
The Last Hurrah of a Hungry Poet Three times we met in the space of a single month. I don’t care what anyone else thinks.
Read Read, it said, so I read, bipolar, they said, who are they? in my head.
Unworthy Sad eyes of a calf, motherless, bleating fed well to fatten worthy for eating, undeserving.
Silver Mint It was around noon of a sultry, overcast day. Martin Mint wasn’t sure what he’d do with the rest of it.