jerry hughes

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

jerry hughes Poems

121. Unsung Heroes 11/13/2007
122. Conclusion 12/15/2007
123. De Profundis 11/30/2007
124. Decade 2010 1/2/2010
125. The Well 6/28/2009
126. Naughty Boy 3/6/2008
127. Surgical La La Land 4/10/2008
128. Aye 4/14/2008
129. Panacea 1/20/2008
130. Morning Poem 4/10/2007
131. Mirror Mirror 5/6/2007
132. The Flasher 5/8/2007
133. Adieu Eric 4/6/2007
134. Mrs F 4/10/2007
135. Humpty Dumpty 6/18/2007
136. Media-Ocrity 7/12/2007
137. Suddenly Silence 11/10/2007
138. For Jack Kerouac 5/25/2007
139. Seascape 12/5/2007
140. Bosko And Admira (1993) 11/17/2007
141. Gallipoli 10/24/2007
142. Bullocky 1/24/2008
143. Percentages 9/3/2008
144. Charlie 10/15/2007
145. Poetry 4/8/2007
146. Breaker Morant 11/28/2007
147. Dig A Hole, Fill It In 6/3/2007
148. Love 4/10/2007
149. Rain 5/10/2007
150. Friendships 4/11/2007
151. Forget Me Not 4/10/2007
152. Poddy Calves 1/31/2008
153. Bubbles 11/29/2007
154. Over The Years 10/26/2007
155. Inferno 2/10/2009
156. Mark & Parkinson's 12/4/2008
157. Toad 5/2/2009
158. Hobbling 10/31/2008
159. Dachau 11/9/2008
160. Depression 9/12/2008

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

Hone Tuwhare's: Rain

Rain

I can hear you
making small holes
in the silence
rain

If I were deaf
the pores of my skin
would open to you
and shut

And I
should know you
by the lick of you
if I were blind

the something
special smell of you
when the sun cakes
the ground

the steady
drum-roll sound
you make
when the wind drops

But if I
should not hear
smell or feel or see
you

you would still
define me
disperse me
wash over me
rain

Hone Tuwhare 1922-2008

Read the full of Hone Tuwhare's: Rain

Nil Desperandum

It was cold and wet
and there he was,
sitting on a park bench,
sorting his worldly posessions
into a plastic bag.

A book of poetry,
a comb,
darned socks,

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