jerry hughes

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

jerry hughes Poems

161. Much Loved 2/6/2008
162. Sadie 4/22/2008
163. Ann T. C. Pation 4/30/2008
164. Orgasm 3/7/2008
165. Girl Child 11/28/2007
166. The Dream 11/19/2007
167. Buttocks 12/1/2007
168. For Wilfred Owen 1893-1918 11/6/2007
169. Cold Steel 10/29/2007
170. Don'T Forgive Them They Know Exactly What They Do 5/5/2007
171. Blind And Toothless 4/12/2007
172. It's Said 9/5/2007
173. The Wino In The Park 4/8/2007
174. Duh? 6/3/2007
175. Bosko And Admira (1993) 11/17/2007
176. We 7/3/2007
177. Hot Summer Night 5/23/2007
178. Outside Dunny 1/26/2008
179. In The Name Of The Father 5/25/2007
180. Bleak House 4/7/2007
181. Within The Width Of My Hands 4/10/2007
182. For The Stolen Generations 4/10/2007
183. Images 4/8/2007
184. Casanova 10/28/2008
185. A Capricorn Bites The Dust 2/1/2010
186. Death Of A Daughter 4/11/2007
187. For Denis Joe 4/10/2007
188. Brain To Body Post Operation 5/22/2008
189. Behind The Dark Door 4/9/2008
190. Andrew 11/5/2007
191. Crowded Bus 4/11/2007
192. Argument Resolved 7/1/2007
193. There 4/8/2007
194. Yonder 4/9/2007
195. Nil Desperandum 4/6/2007
196. All But Two Years 12/14/2008
197. To Jerry Hughes At 75 4/8/2012
198. Anyone, Everyone's Son 4/29/2008
199. Being Seventy Two 5/26/2007
200. Eighty-One 4/7/2012

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

An Aussie Summer

The sun rises early.
'Bloody daylight saving.'
Birds fly. Grasses grow.
The Victa's primed and
splutters to life.

Johnny's off to play cricket.
Sarah's off to the beach.
Mum's making dinner.
Dad's mowing the lawn
and shooing off bees.

Next door awakes after
an all night party.
'Jesus, I'm still pissed'
His lament interrupted by
the flushing of the dunny.

A dog barks. A blue-tongue
uncomfortable with strangers
waddles into the hydrangers.

Midday. The sun's ablaze.
Mr Whippy's van circles.
Children run to it ...

Read the full of An Aussie Summer

About Eric

There is a similarity about them.
Eric, and my father.
Quiet men, who went about their lives
doing well for others.
Gentle men, who didn't seek rewards,
the doing would suffice.

When I talk with Eric,
memories of my father come flooding back.

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