jerry hughes

Veteran Poet - 1,344 Points (January 4,1931 / a citizen of the world)

jerry hughes Poems

41. Holocaust A D 4/10/2007
42. On The Irish 4/10/2007
43. Tickets Please 11/12/2007
44. Crocodile Tears 11/29/2007
45. Jerzy 5/17/2007
46. To The End 4/11/2007
47. In Memorium (Port Arthur: April 28,1997) 6/9/2007
48. Misapprehend 6/18/2007
49. Sojourn 7/10/2007
50. Emily & Sylvia 11/6/2007
51. Emotional 11/6/2007
52. Decision Day 11/9/2007
53. From Hamlet To..... 11/10/2007
54. Jacqueline Du Pre 11/17/2007
55. Kindergedicht - Child Poem 11/22/2007
56. The Long Drought 10/28/2007
57. Dwindling Childhood 10/29/2007
58. Lines That Separate 11/5/2007
59. Dispossessed 11/5/2007
60. Evulsion 11/6/2007
61. Robert Aka Rob 4/21/2007
62. The Horror 4/7/2007
63. This 4/9/2007
64. Juxtaposed For K 4/9/2007
65. Beyond The Horizon 5/26/2007
66. Times Are A-Changing 5/26/2007
67. Cosmetic 6/13/2007
68. Bussie 10/7/2007
69. Rwanda 1994 10/28/2007
70. Friendship 1/30/2010
71. Remembrance Day: 11- 11- 2008 11/10/2008
72. From Whence I Came 5/1/2008
73. Will It Hurt? 5/3/2008
74. The Mission 5/13/2008
75. Fidelity 3/20/2008
76. Ego 3/7/2008
77. Disconnected 4/15/2008
78. Consequences Of The Nek 4/25/2008
79. Heart-Lung Machine 4/26/2008
80. Conundrum 1/17/2008

Comments about jerry hughes

  • Alison Cassidy (4/10/2007 1:08:00 AM)

    Jerry Hughes is an exceptional poet with a clarity of vision and an absense of bullshit. He pens rage and tenderness with equal finesse. His poems range from the lyrical, to the almost but not quite sentimental, to the raw and violent to the silliest Milliganesque. All these styles seem to flow from his pen with equal ease. Read Jerry's work - be enchanted and never bored. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxx

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Best Poem of jerry hughes

A Message To My Father

My beloved father, the last time we met
in company with your confidant and friend Abu,
we spoke of many things.
Most importantly the history I'd lost in the
half century of not being your son.

You surrendered me for expediency
because you were a man of peace.
The circumstances of then made me who I am,
and not necessarily the son you wanted;
But that's another story.

Read the full of A Message To My Father

Voyeur?

I saw an old chap
standing under a stairwell
gazing up at mini-skirted girls
walking up, or down.

Not every girl mind,
mainly those with long slim legs
and neat tight bums.
Oh yes, he was discriminating,