jerry hughes Poems

From mewling and puking,
nappy wetting and fouling,
to standing and demanding.
This miracle of procreation
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Isn't it a splendid word?
Signifying those protuberances
which form a hump or
in common parlance arse, or rump.
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'I parried, but my hands were loath and cold.
Let us sleep now.' Wilfred Owen

Between the trenches no-mans land.
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I'd seen him on many occasions
throughout the seasons, sitting on
a park bench, sipping wine from a
brown-paper wrapped bottle.
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Poor toad.
You carry such
a load of ugliness.
A gash for a mouth,
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It wasn't just a concentration camp
designed to commit murder.
It was much much, more.
It deprived inmates of their dignity.
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An eye for an eye
a tooth for a tooth,
so quotes the bible.
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He looked about fifteen,
leaving slovenly against the
wall of the local post office;
Eyes showing the animation
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