jerry hughes Poems

Out of the manholes they crawl
to face another hopeless day.
Not rats or cockroaches,
but Romania's children.
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'Adieu Kevin Smith'

Another old friend dead.
The bell-toll of mortality pealed
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Suddenly there'll be silence.
It'll be inexplicable and eerie.
As though armegeddon
is but a hair's breath away.
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I'm no soothsayer however,
I predicted it would happen
two decades ago.
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In she'd arrive at the supermarket
car park in her convertable Mini Moke.
Micro-mini-skirted and no panties.
Knickers, to the more refined?
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Goodbye is so final.
It ends everything, dismissing
all the goodness by tying it up
in a shabby parcel, and posting it
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Stranger, whence come you?
From yonder place.
Why come you here?
To find a friend.
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Mark, my first born and I,
didn't see eye to eye for
a long time. Generationally
and diametrically opposed
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A metaphor for life, doors.
From our earliest years we
open and shut them without
a thought, yet they symbolise
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A giant eucalypt crashed to the
ground with an agonised groan.
The earth around it shook, then
settled. As I stood in awe of this
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