http://slow.writerscafe.org/ColeHayley The original writings of author CH Archive en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776185196 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Hey guys, I'm back with a new 12 poem series im gonna upload over the next 2 weeks. Here is the first poem. It's been almost 3 years since I've been on this site and I really miss it. So heres to 2020 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/2158190/ 50 Let Pobedy Have you heard the one about the 50 Let Pobedy?It’s a real icebreaker.You were sold after that linecommence the fifty years of victory a communion as tough as that vessel braving the harsh sea;we are the titans of industry, see from Prudhoe Bay to the tip.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/2004973/ Titans of Industry Let’s sit close at the supper tableThen run down a hallway To the sound of a NephewBanging out Requiem On the family piano Or tap-dance in the great hallTo the how-not-why of perfect heartbeatThen play archery with heirlooms and vases &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1985133/ The final piece of "Poems http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1967507/ SunYou are fireAnd life securer Mother to my mother and Her mother and hers You beam out of HeavenYou clear the dark andThe fog When it rains You negotiate with itYou extend an olive branchAnd reach a compromise Colors across the skyWhen I set offAnd sail, snailed pace,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1966409/ DawnGet off workLate First blood of blueDrawn on the night I crumble like a statue In unpredictable ways My bed my tomb Day breaks in my roomI can't sleepI try I think of her I think of our boat and our children  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1966226/ For Leonard Cohen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1965632/ October Your face matched the pumpkin, A wide grin, jagged tooth, what-a-sin To carve it that happy You’d think we'd want it to be scary?I think it's rather comforting The entire world ceased toThe golden hour of soft orangeOver dead-red brush and yellow .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1965402/ Dogberry The sun, japan-red, salmon,Pinched by the scissortooth branchHeld up like a connoisseur, an appraisal officer Versus October sky - who wears the color better?Blood red, cherry red, a tint of orange,We used them as bullets, tiny and hardFlung them from slingshots in my ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1965383/ WaitressWe're in a restaurantWe're sitting on the deckWith a beer and a glassThat you've spit in "There, drink me up",  you sayI know the tasteI've tasted it before And you have the priciest cup The outdoor heater, A dumb waiter to the lordI tell him "good work"It's wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1964753/ WomanWe wrote songs for themAnd my first sonnet wasScribed into their skin,Women - With the vintage jeans And septum rings With flower crowns And quiet home townsWoman - When it comes to just one,And not the broader whole,I cant write anything,Not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1964489/ MomentI think of a moment That has yet to happen And I pick it apart And I try to understand it Im outside my body, now, Fluttering a fan, cooling down, And I see his face coo And I see his mouth drool The tinniest thing on the entire plane.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1964129/ DuskThe people are dancingAnd I am slinging drinksDancing in my own rightGeorge Murray says there is poetry in this In the abrasive light system, in the freezeOf the room, the AC minus 2, last weekThe speakers got overheated and blewFor now movement will have to do -Poetry i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1963555/ The second piece from "Poems" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1963206/ "Poems", a 12 Part Series http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1962854/ (Verse) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1953313/ it's about nostalgia http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1943461/ FangSong With the tooth of a dogA dower for good water New creek in your big boneWow, the valves in your heartSo big, a tunnel, a waterparkThe life is in a floatie In the calm poolThe kids occupied On waterslides Picture your heart like thisI pay an admission fee on the daily Punctured holes, pinpoi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1919859/ The Last Stratagem of Disappointment (Eliza’s Monologue) There was a weed that could not be plucked;And I thought I did it I thought the roots finally gaveI took the hole that remained As reassurance, It was over,I won But out of that hole something with legs and arms crawled out In th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1907670/                                 90’S KIDSBless up.    A second helping of our childhood,    So good at adulting; &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1905508/ Prudhoe Bay Night extinguished by candleLeave the room, return to theHoots of owls;        Escape out of the chimney        Leave nothing but soot Beyond midnight, darkness maimedI can’t imagine anything darker thanPrudhoe Bay The bli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1900575/ Model Trains There are only two configurations possible for this model train set. The first is a complete loop, unbroken and rather uninteresting; the other is almost the same, however there is a tiny loop within the larger and a switch that gives you the chance to set the train off so it travels al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1897411/ Talc Mines “I feel things when I look at you”Good. I hope those things boulder downFrom an unreachable height Fill an expansive landscapeGive you a whole world to explore Levels to climb, depths to plunge, And dirt that's fertile too An entire ecosystem untouched Flowers unknown to botan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1876859/ Bonavista I swear the moon was big that night The night we drove to Bonavista It was certainly bigger than the current issueBigger than whatever worry straddled youAnd rode the night right off the wrong way     Would be lying if I said I didn’t think of you riding meDoesn&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1871172/ It's like lodging against a hot stoveOr sticking a hand into a gloveFilled with snowIt’s bright and it’s directBut it's only for a moment,Only a monument on&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1865462/ Parting Gift #2 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1855228/ We found a homesteadIn wool hats and formedA hearth despite warning  Made half a heart despiteWarming, well we're hearty   And we were chiseled out of The rock at birth, the heavy Acceptance of bad weather Always and clouds so tightWith grey that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1845083/ alt title: "huit / poetry café doomsday" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1799368/ alt title: "barley living room" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1777993/ alt title: "the perfect life" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1775271/ alt title: "the majority share of half" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1774334/ half way http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1773874/ alt title: "romantic comedy cinematography" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1773249/ alt title: "apple head" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1772689/ 1 andi realized i might never love you like thatno, first i’d have to know whatloving you like “that” entails,if you weren’t a bundle of soda-can bones and wet graph paper with unaligned lines, if your skindid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1772116/ this is a message for those who remember the period of time when i was actually active on this site. i never really thought i would feel motivated to come back here and post my own material / review other's work again, but lately i find i'm in this box when it comes to writing and the only way .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1771450/ (or simply, "cronies") http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1742283/ Pete The man in the big blackAlberta-cladded truckIs fuccking my eardrumsWith semi-shittty Metallica             - Nothing Else Matters Yeah, it does.  Pete is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1721058/ TheyLured Me to the Hearse with Candy   Immersedin gooey liquidMud,blood and a meltedAssortmentof HalloweenCandy - Kit Kat, Twix, CarmilkSkittles Thesmell of shiit and theVeryminimal smell of somethingNo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1691079/ Eve’s Monologue  Thereis a weed that cannot be plucked  Other weeds surround it,The kind common to you and I, The kind that are susceptible to the grasp and jolt Ofa Gardener’s hand, or to the wrath of a wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1668545/  We cangargle our smilesAndsit with our heads alitSkullsboosted by Augustair We arelifted now * Thesummer is on a gurney;Theplastic wheels start toMeltand stick to the floor&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1619555/ TheFriendliest Face Smiles Thefriendliest face smilesWhata wide, impressive grin Sparklingcorners of churchWindows;let the athiest in Achoirgirl, Expectedlyborrowed Ofheaven -- Aslow twirl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1590964/ There on That Sad HeightAnd in close, “The End”Hurl thy body limb with limbWhole and unaltered, this complete massAn unflattering, floundering, swiftjive and jabOn countless blackBeats of heart coordinate A curtain drawn, our coming age;Where th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1560782/ Youwill find teeth in your sheets For thenext few days. Urgencymorphed into this -- A tinyarmy attacking itself, Theyelping and moaning Onslaughtof rabbits, caving Light,the fixture-less suspension Ofpassion. Limitswere set, the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1542298/ I could live without it.Eyes would still functionWithout seeing it.I want it newEven when its old, evenWhen years have gone throughUs both; skin sags as life wanesHowever �" we still impress,Undress.I never want sunsetTo steal it's colour, andSunset would try.I want it honest,Even when w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1533382/ If not the brightgift of day, What could be madeof this light? Is it some glint'sbrave escape From a far sunwith Earth in sight? Or is it yourpaled, smiling face Crooning and alit,glossed of delight? I wonder, if notthe gift of day .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1530171/ *revisited* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1489066/ (Revised) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1478821/ No Hymn If there was a time thatyour absence would be okayIt would be a time after I’velong passed away For as long as I am alive Iwill detestAny time where your memorygets any rest If there was a time thatyou would be for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1472379/ Every spoken word of love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColeHayley/1429562/