jerry hughes Poems

I was a feisty fisted lad
who'd fight at the dropp of a hat.
With something to prove I'd blazon on
regardless of this, or that.
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'Sorry if I offend.' she said quietly.
'Offend? ' I asked quizzically.
'Your sensitivities, ' she replied.
We were strap-hanging in a
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'of cardio-vascular surgery'

Uncertainty coupled by trepidation.
'Aye, don't worry lad, its all done by
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for Bruce Dawe

God speed Andrew,
may the sun be at your back.
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Wordsmith extraordinaire,
it would be a lesser world
without your waterfall of
words splashing over us.
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With a convulsed help me,
she collapsed to the floor
filthy and stinking.
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In a quiet dream
I saw you walk toward
then pass yourself
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Brain: Where have you been?
Body: Where I've always been.
Brain: No you weren't, I heard a machine
clanking and hissing.
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I walk lamely
I stutter when I speak
I forget things easily
names, dates, places.
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Ye gods, will it never end?
It will, when I toe the line
and 'Urbie' says,
'git your arse in here! '
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