Joe Hughes

Veteran Poet - 1,041 Points (Drogheda, Ireland)

Joe Hughes Poems

81. Killybegs Summer Evening 1/8/2008
82. I'Ve Heard That Christ Was Irish 3/22/2007
83. The Garden Chair 11/17/2012
84. The River 8/12/2011
85. The Gambler 11/25/2015
86. Glencolmcille Girl 3/29/2013
87. A Quiet Read 5/24/2013
88. The Water Bottle 3/4/2016
89. Medicine Time On Ward Five 3/4/2016
90. Three Little Faces 6/6/2017
91. Hidden Lives 10/11/2016
92. Brighton Promenading 8/11/2016
93. England 11/24/2016
94. Ode To The Chip 3/21/2007
95. The Dementing Priest 1/10/2007
96. The Wake 9/26/2008
97. Do Not Post Your Poem Here 4/22/2009
98. An A - Z To The Sales God 9/5/2007
99. Brevity 4/2/2007
100. Fitting In 12/30/2008
101. Dog Owners 2/21/2009
102. The Lying Photo 11/17/2012
103. Tools 3/9/2012
104. Strawberry Jam 6/6/2017
105. A Noisy Donegal Night 10/8/2007
106. Her Little Blue Number 3/19/2007
107. Alcoholic 10/8/2007
108. A Healthy Life 12/28/2009
109. El Dorado 3/12/2008
110. Night-Time Walking 6/6/2017
111. The Padded Room 9/2/2007
112. Young Mother 5/16/2007
113. Double Meaning 2/15/2009
114. A Catholic Hell! 2/11/2007
115. The Old Man At The Sea 3/6/2012
116. A Bubble 12/19/2006
Best Poem of Joe Hughes

A Bubble

I am a fresh blown bubble,
Just born with lots of care.
I'm undecided if I'll burst
Or fly into the air.

I'm yellow, blue, some red and green
Six inches is my size.
I hover round the patio
But the sky is still my prize.

I've almost hit a garden chair,
I've just skimmed past a fence.
I've cleared some hedges and a shed,
I wobble as I dance.

And now I'm soaring, Oh! so high,
I never will come down.
I've cleared the eaves of houses
And I'm heading into town!

Goodbye young child way down below,
The world now lies in ...

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The Lie Of Leafy Lanes

Here is where the Audis are,
The BMWs, the Mercs.
But here is where dementia is,
Among the finery it lurks!

Fine houses with long lawns,
With conservatories so fine
But hidden there amongst them
Is the ever wandering mind.

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