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Silence

Silence

I’ve always longed
to be held in silence,
a bubble of darkness
for the ears and mouth
to comprehend.
But now, I know.

Amongst the tree-twitch,
where the branches
itch the leaves
I hear far away roads,
the sound of distant voices
that are nothing.

They are silence.
The tread of my boots
on stone, the rhythmic
jangle of loose metal clasps
jar with t...

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Solstice & Summer Wayfarer

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Before I start, I just wanted to let you all know I've been long-listed to be Penguin's 'Summer Wayfarer' (see here) but in order to make it into the shortlist of ten I need public votes - I'd be keen to emphasise the relationship between poetry and nature and document my travels in verse!

You can watch my video and vote for me here, I'd really appreciate it (and the deadline is tomorrow! ...

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Tungsten

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https://haydenwritesthings.wordpress.com/2013/04/01/tungsten-poem/

I hope everyone is doing well! I haven't been around much - just moved into a new place and got a new job, I should be around more often soon!

Tungsten

Swaying like a bus
in mid-town traffic
I topple the streets,
fade the pavements
under feet that feel
like cliffs collapsing
into puddles, a thousand
fos...

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Couple Stragglers

 

Here’s another draft, no pun on pint-pulling intended. Oh – also, while I’m here, I might as well tell you all I’ve passed my Masters! Haven't been here for some time - hope everyone is doing well...

Couple Stragglers

She’s all kick,
twisting in her leopard prints
like she’s seen some
new meat near the bar,
meanwhile I’m saying
‘cool it Jane, he’s not
a smooth-mover, h...

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Bumblebee Humblebee Dumbledore...

Bit of a weird recording, sounds like there's two of me at points...

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On the Road

Just audio at the moment!

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The Falling Down

 

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The Falling Down

The knives and forks
are crossed on the plates
in the kitchen,

two used cups sit
quietly on the coffee table
by the sofa,

the pots and pans
we used last night swim
in a pool of cold water.

It’s mid-afternoon,
the rain lashes
at the windows,
and outside the birch
tree swings w...

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Knots

Knots

 

We have to think

about where to put

our hands.

 

They fumble under tables,

or rest very casually on

the table, courageously spread

across the middle as if to show

just how normal you

want it to feel.

 

The tea is greasy,

and you concentrate

on stroking the condensation

from your glass 

of orange juice.

 

The cur...

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Voices

 

Voices

 

Someone read my poem

Yesterday. I didn’t like it.

When they had finished,

I told them they had read

It in the wrong way.

 

I said, ‘it’s not right.’

I said, ‘read it like this;

Someone read my poem,

Yesterday. I didn’t like it.

When they had finished.’

 

There I stopped. I said,

‘Wait, I’ll try again;

Someone read my...

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Automatics

 

Automatics

 

Sitting with shutter eyes,

Thinking of all the left behind

Children sleeping in the park,

Biting their lips and wondering

What a warm house smells like.

 

That double-glazing man walks

Around the house again,

And I think about all those

Men walking round in circles,

In places they’ve never been.

 

And the warm feeling sl...

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Portrait

 

Portrait

 

The wind waves.

 

We have hello’s

And goodbyes.

 

We rest by the river,

Watching the boats

Glide over glass.

 

The boys never

Did well at school.

 

Everything is orange,

And we cannot know

If the sun is bleaching

The leaves, or if

The night washes

Away the colour

In melancholy  

Shades of grey.

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Somnambulance

Somnambulance

 

Sleeping too much,

Thinking about the spaces

Hiding between words 

And trying to get

Better.

 

But it comes

With eyes wide shut,

Navigating those long

Corridors and buying

Clothes from empty

Supermarkets.

 

It beats down

On us, and we rub 

At our eyes, trying 

To see through those

Dancing flourscant 

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Bedtime

 

Bedtime


Those days we wished

We hadn’t woken up,

Propped up with pillows

Perhaps, with our legs

Curled around the covers.


Arms folded appropriately

Around ourselves, holding

Chests in, pulling the guts

Spilling across the bed

Back into ourselves.


We talk then don’t talk,

And a quiet shudder or two

In the gutter was the onl...

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Cutt and Pastels

Another draft, for your enjoyment...


Cutt and Pastels

 
Shifting through blues,
Sniffing at the cocaine
Resting on your shoulders
After another mile trawl
Through traffic.
 
More tassels than talent
A the knock-me-down
Cabaret, swilling glasses
Like tomorrow was
Just another Sunday,
 
Clearing up was a matter
Of four walls, ec...

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Gnomes

 

Gnomes

 

And she was the empty-head,

Though she couldn't help it 

She wasn't helping herself. 

 

Eyes wide shut; a handbag

Of hand-me-downs and scratchcards, 

Screaming at the day-in

Day-out grind.

 

The hallway was always

Clogged with junk, 

The kitchen table tasted

Of tobacco.

 

And it would rain,  

One day, and you'd 

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