http://slow.writerscafe.org/A%20Thomas%20Hawkins The original writings of author Andrew Hawkins en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776029093 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I wrote this a while ago and made this video to accomany it https://youtu.be/4rb2dQQiraY http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1661517/ for Helena's Competition http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1125902/ It seems winter has come early.November is barely here and already it's snowed. The once warm summer breeze that rolled in with the tide, has been replaced. Replaced by a frigid wind that just hits you and keeps on going. Blowing right through you as if you were no more than the leaves that it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1124644/ Unfinished drinks and missing dreamsDid you know that since I met you I haven’t finished a single cup of coffee,or had a dream that I could rememberor gone to bed the same day that I got up?I’m not complaining mind you.I just find it intriguing the little things you have changed in my li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1106782/ I walk along beside youeach and every daywatching over what you dolistening out for what you sayAdvice I try to give itand yet it goes unheardIt's like I speak but you wont listennot even to a single wordIt's probably the samefor all parents just like meit's hard to make children listenit's hard to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1104893/ The unknown childI wonder if she'd changed her mindjust who it is you'd be?Would you be gentle like your mother,or would you look like me.Would you have grown into a fine young man?Would your eyes be brown or green?I sometimes wonder how you would have looked,this year you would have been prom queen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1097283/ Home...Home is not a proper placehas no address, no fixed abodeIt may not lay along a certain pathor at the end of any roadFor each of us its differentwhat makes it so we cannot seeFor myself I know that I'm not therewhenever you are not with meMy home exists within your handwhen it is wrapped in mi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1092134/ AscensionCaught somewhere inthe middlebetween the darkness and the lightHer life was lived in shadowsseeking solace in the nightInnocence and tragedytoo often hand in handA purity of spirittoo good to grace this landEscaping from her demonsand echoes of the pastascendin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1091340/ I wrote this a couple of years ago but its as true now as it was then. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1091314/ DissolutionThis soul of mine lies bleedingscorched beneath the sunFound lacking and unworthyits journey now is doneNo salvation lies ahead for mejust a bloody trail behindMy best I guess not good enoughdemanded strength I could not findMy battered carcase dragged alonghand over bleeding handAs despe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1080504/ The RetreatIs there a place that one can goto truly be aloneto escape the hustle of our livesand traffics monotoneIs there a place where I can sitnotepad and pen in handAnd capture the true natureof this majestic land.My needs are very simplejust somewhere to rest my headwith a simple little woodsto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1080222/ Sex tankaA stifled whimperThe sight of your back archingHands gripping at sheetsHead turned toward the mirrorWatching with eyes wide open. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1080219/ Would you share your snow with me?I would share with you each flake that falls,and every inch of snow.I would share with you the scenery,of everywhere I go.I would share with you each raindrop,that falls upon my head.I would share with you the pillows,that lay upon my bed.I would share with you my e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1078584/ The Imbalance of ManWe divert rivers for desert fountainsMine the very souls of mountainsyet we cannot spare the cash to feed the poorElection hopefuls promise lieswhile they look us in the eyesthen line their pockets like any other corporate whoreThe treasury of this nationthrives on fiscal masturb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1076067/ LessonsThe people that come into our livesdo so for a reasonIt may only be for a day or a monthor maybe just a seasonBut when two paths cross, no matter how briefThere's a lesson somewhere to be learnedIt may be just that we're on the wrong pathand there's a corner that needs to be turnedIt may be t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1075402/ The one that got away...Am I someones "one that got away"?Do I keep them awake at night,with regrets that thing's weren't different,that they'd not given up the fight?Is there someone there that thinks of me,on those damp depressing days,that makes them smile out the window,chasing their blahs away?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1072998/ Un-pretentious PoetryI write tidy little poemsuncomplicated rhymesto paint for you a picturecontained within its linesI have no time for flowery wordsor eloquent pretenseI write poems people talk aboutover the garden fenceI don’t try to be too cleveror try to be too flashBecause making out you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1072877/ Poemswhat else but a poemcan take you from this placeto somewhere else in historysomewhere else in spaceto a time of greater happinessor the depths of deep despairjust think of an emotionthere's a poem to take you therethere are no oils and no canvasyet a picture they do paintbattles of good and evi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1072433/ A poem should be read aloud...A poem should be read aloudwhether to one’s self or to a crowdIt’s meaning lies in being heardand not the shape of every wordLest it become calligraphyhung on the wall for all to seeBut poems seen do seldom touchwhen compared to one read out as suchFor inton.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1072431/ Where does a poem come from?What is this thing that comes to meand tells me what to writesometimes in the early morningor in the middle of the nightIt feeds me an ideafor an angle or a lineand then it flows right through meas if its power were really mineSometimes it give's me noble thoughtsfull of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1072429/ When writing a poem...Dont hold on to angerlet it go, let it goDont lock your words inside youlet them flow let them flowDont smother your creativitylet it grow let it growAnd don't hide your personalitylet it show let it show http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1072428/ A poets weekIf Monday were a poemit would be short and terseDisorganised and clutterednot a friendly little verseIf Tuesday were a poemmuch better it would fareOver the words that went withinI'd be inclined to careIf Wednesday were a poemit would be full of hopethe week is halfway over andwe climb b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1072102/ 26 Letters26 letters, some I never useis all i have to demonstratemy melancholy newscombined in different orderschanging pace and changing toneI try to tell the sadnessof being here aloneI build in different tempo'sno repetition or refrainoutside the fact that once againmy tears fall like rain26 let.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1072098/ Old friendYou're looking old, my friend,and if I may say, a little sad.Such is the nature of the honestyour chats have always had.And now your looking tired too,worn down, defeated.Where once I saw an extrovert,I now see a man retreated.The boy you used to be is gone,never to come back.The fresh fac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1071046/ My PrayerLower the flagsand turn out the sunfor they wont be hometheir battle is doneTurn off the starsblock out the moonlets share in the darknessthat took them too soonA moment of silenceor two if you pleaseplease turn off your carsnothing move but the breezeLet us all close our eyesbow our heads .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1070698/ Will I ever...Will I ever be the onewho gets to hold you tightWill I ever be the oneto hear your last goodnightWill I ever be the onewho’s hand you gladly takeWill I ever be the onenext to whom you wakeWill I ever be the onethat holds you when you cryWill I ever be the onethat never hears good.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1070500/ Love isn't...Love isn't...forever like they sayLove isn't...something that never fades awayLove isn't...all the lies and the deceitLove isn't...just what goes on between the sheetsLove isn't...where you expect that it will beLove isn't...something new to you or meLove isn't...dependent on being rich.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1070493/ You asked if I still think of youand the answer's "every day"Do I miss the love we used to have?"in every single way"I wish that I could turn back time,once more gaze upon your face,and fall asleep within your arms,awake in your embrace.I would have changed my life for youand to this day that still .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1066786/ The early flightthe airport kissthe early nightthe total blissThe apartment tourthe closet clinchthe bedroom mirrorwatching every inchThe walk in the parkthe sushi barthe black high heelsthe red sports carDinner with Jameswine with BevIf I'd seen the futureI would never have leftAnd all too soonour .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1066777/ Touch meTouch me,it doesn't matter whereand it doesnt matter howI need to know I'm still aliveso someone touch me nowShake my hand and say helloor pat me on the backkiss me on the cheekthat I may feel this sense I lackslap my face and pull my hairmake me bleed I just don't caredig your nails into my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1066764/ Never fall in love with a poet...Never fall in love with a poetfor their words are sometimes lieson occasions they're a shieldon occasions a disguiseThey will take you on a journeyupon which they bare their soulin a bid to ease your burdensin a bid to make you wholeBut in every word they choosefor t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1066762/ When finally the end arrives...When finally the end arriveswill it be a blessed releasewill the turmoil of this life we livebe at last replaced by peaceWill I say goodbye with dignityslipping slowly from the lightor will I be gripped by panicfrom holding on too tightI hope I have the couragethat I c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1066761/ Rock n Roll !!!Lots of drugsa little drinkinglots of fightsnot too much thinkingLots of inka couple of scarstoo many night clubstoo many barsLots of sexnot too much caringlots of takingnot much sharingA life of abuseand selfish actionavoiding the truthby means of distractionThe lifestyle you craveis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1066757/ Something a little darker for a change http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/1066753/ I knew there'd finally come a timewhen we'd go our separate waysAnd so my hearts not breakingbut I've had much better daysA few years back I tried the breakthe ties we could not seeA painful choice I could not keepand retracted immediatelySo over time we've drifted somenow our relationship must endY.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/590665/ I try and dream of fields of green,from my prairie childhood.But it doesn't come so easy,midst these fields of mud and blood.Six months ago in a Calgary inn,we sat drinking on the benches,now here we are as winter comes,slowly rotting in the trenches.King George he called,and we all stood up,proud y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/589409/ Would you dance with meif I were brave enough to askFrom what you've seen and what you've heardam I worthy of the taskWould you take my handand let the other take your waistWould you let me pull you close to meor take off in frightful hasteWould you look at meand stare deep into my eyesWould the mus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/575862/ I love you; its a secret,don't let anybody know.That's why when we are speaking,I try not to let it show.I double check each word I say,before it leaves my lips,and try to shake this image,of my hands upon your hips.So tell me how'm I doing?Do you even have a clue,that every waking thought I have,is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/575718/ When do we stop being children?Is it when our parents are gone,is it when we leave home and get married,or when we have kids of our own?And when do we have to be grown ups?When we reach a certain age,or when the books that map out our lives,come to a certain page?So when do we really start living?Is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/575715/ It's time to put the baggage down,I've carried all these years.The broken dreams and promises,that caused so many tears.For years now I blamed myself,like I somehow was the cause,and you let me go thinking that,without so much as a pause.And like a dozen bags of groceries,I carried it around,without.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/575713/ My second attempt at a Fibonacci poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/575709/ sometimes the words just don't comethe thoughts and feelings are thereuntainted emotionsso raw they cannot be touchedso fragile do they seem, that the slightest contact would shatter them and scatter them to the four corners of my very soulthis is what really lies within methis is what I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/575370/ Last night another soldierlay down in his cotand closed his eyes upon the worlda world that he forgotA world amongst his familyhis friends and neighbors tooA world where he's just dadnot some LT's number 2Last night another soldierstayed awake all nightwatching over brothershurt and injured from the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/575061/ There's a grey dampness that surrounds my life,like a cold and grey fall day.When in every direction misery lies,no more than a footstep away.Like the mist and fog, the clouds of my life,roll in with the rising tide,and a wave of despair comes crashing in,and washes me over the side.I know that the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/574922/ If you look for me 'mongst the headstonesI wont be hard to findA simple cross will mark my spotfor those I left behind.The simple cross is carved uponand ancient piece of Oakalong with a simple messagethat contains these words I spoke"Shed not for me a single tear,feel no sorrow for me,for I shared .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/574920/ I wake up early, watch you sleep,an angel wrapped in dreams so deep.No worries rest upon your face,your body draped in silk and lace.And as I wonder the vision you are,you start to stretch and twists and stir.With gentle smile and eyes now wide,you slide your body to my side.You pull me close and ki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/574919/ I remember the Sunday dinners,that granny used to make.Enough to feed an army,piled on each and every plate.Three kinds of potatoes,boiled, mashed and roast.Chicken, pork & roast beef,and a glass of wine to toast.And veggies from her garden,that she grew right there herself.No canned corn from G.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/574888/ I used to be a mother,'til my sons got took away.And it's with the greatest irony,I found out on this day.You see it was three years ago,I found out they won't be back,they died together brothers,on the streets of old Iraq.So this day for me is different,and I know I'm not alone.I join a group of sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/574835/ I hold your pictures in my handas if they were life itselfSome torn, some bent, some broken glasswhere I swept them off the shelfBut now that anger it has passedand tears they fill my eyesI know you never meant to goI too am dead, insideWhy could we not have had more timetogether you and IBefore you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Thomas-Hawkins/574817/