Ashley Hawkes

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High on desert winds they sail,
sand blows in to fill their trail.
As memories of the battle fade
they hoist their flag in search of shade.
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Lie against his crumpled spirit luscious thing
And pour your deepened, treacle love
Over his quivering bod
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Harold was an evil child
Conceived on a stolen train
Born in a sack from a prostitutes back
He had murder on his brain
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Come back to me before the springtime babes,
When Owairaka has her skirt tucked high into her stockings,
So as to tip-toe softly across the platonic shelf
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A man works in a Northern field
Where once there stood a meadow
On his brow a dry straw hat
Behind him lags his shadow
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I stared once down
Through shifting mud
To a cold, still woman
And rode upon her breath.
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As I stalk breathless
Through the swamp
This is the lesson on not being scared
The fading light
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Persians in cloth riding over the cliff
Rise from your slumber
Get out of your tent
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Give me a chance O Angel of Fury
Stand not in the doorway so long
Break me the bread of forgiveness
Believe me when I say I was wrong
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There is a paddock near my home town
Where grass and tree don't grow
And in dizzy circles above the ground
Flies the keen-eyed Crow
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Getting mugged for Christmas
Christmas girls and boys
We're getting mugged for Christmas
Round yon virgin toys
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He is born of the Sea
And of it he will surely die.

Though he is learned in many new ways
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Alone in the Slaughterhouse when the doors are locked
And the lights are low and the blades turned off,

You might see something that'll make you stop
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When I was young
My feelings were so big
So raw
But I lacked the capacity to express myself
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It comes in unknown numbers
From an unknown place
The invisible enemy
With the invisible face
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Samuel likes to run with scissors
Tie his sisters hair in knots
You'll find him at the play pool
Setting fire to the yachts.
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So I was on my way back from the mall last week
My head was hanged with thought
When on the ground my eye's did spy
a face-down photograph.
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On Leviathan Lane by the old water tank,
there lived a woman, a girl and her father who drank.

The birds don't call on Leviathan Lane
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With a clink and a clank go the strider's
Down the deserted street
Trailing a rusty blade
He slopes through the darkness
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I have heard great ships are coming today
To survey this uncharted land
I have seen great dreams dance on the brow
Of the woman that sleeps on the sand
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Ashley Hawkes Biography

Auckland based unpublished poet and performing artist. Thankyou for reading. Feedback and critisism welcome.)

The Best Poem Of Ashley Hawkes

Moroccan Retreat.

High on desert winds they sail,
sand blows in to fill their trail.
As memories of the battle fade
they hoist their flag in search of shade.

Camels loll like snoring hills
their heaving ribs soaked in the kill
the men dismount in need of luck,
the way home choked, their words dried up

Lips cracked and looking pale,
the bugle boy is feeling frail.
Helmet split and lost at sea
hallucination soothes disease.

Mercy, Mercy, Sweet Salvation
Deliver him his destination

As shadows stretch from the sinking sun,
the dark commando cocks his gun
eye's clenched tight, a brief prayer spoken
the shot rings out, the beasts are woken.

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