Joe Hughes Poems

I am a fresh blown bubble,
Just born with lots of care.
I'm undecided if I'll burst
Or fly into the air.
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He stands silently looking seaward,
Perhaps longing to be free?
To be free from land's firm clutches
To roam the endless sea?
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'I'll do it much later',
Means 'Never at all'.
'I'll be there in a minute',
Means 'Perhaps by nightfall'.
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It's just my eye that you can see,
Come closer now, can you see me?
I'm locked in here against my will,
They tell me I am very ill.
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I have a place called heaven
Where my spirits rise and soar -
It's the chair by the TV,
When Countdown's on at four.
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I've got Germolene for spots,
Head and Shoulders for my scalp.
I've got Olay for my dry skin,
Vaseline for hands so chapped.
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He's got her finally in his grasp.
He smiles in silent contentment.
She loved him at first sight - lost her appetite.
Now her flesh sags - lost between her bones.
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Houselights hue domestic bliss.
Curtains drawn, some still apart.
A distant engine gently purrs.
Night-time fodder for the heart.
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I've got hammers, some screwdrivers,
I've got wrenches by the score.
I've got screws - Yes, bags of nails,
A hundred hinges for fifty doors.
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She takes her break at half eleven.
She never eats roast beef nor ham.
She wouldn't touch pate nor bacon.
For her it's always strawberry jam.
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