Shaun William Hayes

Rookie - 20 Points (May 30th / The edge of the New Forest, UK)

Shaun William Hayes Poems

1. Surfing The White Horses Of Time 11/9/2010
2. I Count The Dust 8/15/2011
3. My Mayfly Day 8/15/2011
4. Trust 8/15/2011
5. The Fire Of Love 8/15/2011
6. Let Me Be Found Here 8/15/2011
7. By Infinity's Long Embrace 8/15/2011
8. Reflections In A River 8/16/2011
9. A Day At The Races 8/16/2011
10. Alien Territory 8/16/2011
11. Sometimes When I Am Alone 8/16/2011
12. I Stand Before The Oak 8/16/2011
13. I Am A Man 8/16/2011
14. Mourning After 8/16/2011
15. Whisper My Regret 8/16/2011
16. The Moments Of Love 8/18/2011
17. Dare We.... 8/18/2011
18. Now Is - 1/14/2012
19. How Shall I Remember You, My Father 5/3/2012
20. New Job Blues 9/17/2012
21. Elemental Love 9/17/2012
22. Death And The Living 9/17/2012
23. The Eagle And The Wind 9/17/2012
24. Sleep Walking 9/17/2012
25. Redundant At Forty-Five 9/17/2012
26. Death Is What Happens To Not Me 9/17/2012
27. Together 11/7/2012
28. By The Thames As Late September Night Falls 11/28/2014
29. Heat (On A Roof) 8/16/2011
30. A Druids Song 1/14/2012
31. The Wheel Of Life 8/16/2011
32. Star 8/15/2011
33. Perfect Mate 1/14/2012
34. Television 9/17/2012
35. I Walk The Path 8/15/2011
36. A Young Knights Story 1/14/2012
37. A Yuletide Wish 1/14/2012
38. Love In The Afternoon 8/17/2011
39. Time Time Time 9/29/2010
Best Poem of Shaun William Hayes

Time Time Time

Time time time
Make time, give time, take time out
Win time, cost time, the time of your life
Spend time, sell time, the good times and the bad
Kill time, zero time, all the time in the world


Time watch, time travel, time to begin
Time table, time square, can I fit you in
Time frame, time to go, time that you grew up
But tell me...

How do you feel?

Read the full of Time Time Time

I Count The Dust

I count the dust of passing time
The golden massive grains of sand

A misty breath forms into stars
A billion fractions of a moment

By sun and star we travel so far
Beyond the golden compass of time

Naught but the memory marks the way
But that, in essence, is what we remain

Memories, older than heavens domain

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