A Mechanic writes to his fiancee
I want to be a fan belt
in your
break down
vehicle.
* To my sincere friend Jerry Hughes
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Eucalyptus
A tree grows in Australia and I heard the leaves that yield strong smelling oil.
My poet friend Jerry.Hughes lives there like a huge tree.
I have a message for you my dear friend.
My wife was informed me two days ago
Our eldest daughter & the family will migrate to Australia soon
For better prospects and they were given a promise
To drag us to the city of Melbourne once they touched the soil.
I wrote to my wife' Hey! My darling pain killer
If it's not a dream at least we can rest in peace in an aboriginal's graveyard as 'True Lovers' under the Eucalyptus tree.
To my poet friend Jerry.Hughes
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Its Jerry Hughes Day
Yesterday was Tuesday.
Today it's Jerry Hughes Day.
Happy Jerry Hughes Day, One and All.
Celebrate it.
Read his poems.
Read them one and all.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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All But Two Years
January 4,2006
It's all but two years since
my friend and mentor,
Eric Smith died.
Adieu dear friend,
until we meet again.
poem by Jerry Hughes
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My Parrot sings in the middle of the night
Boss! Why did you open the cage door?
I never betray you and I promise to stay further
Until you get your wings.
I dedicate this scribbling to my poet friend Jerry.Hughes
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Homage
Hey! my young lady
I am in lovelorn
And I found your lost thimble in the darkness
of your premises.
Please protect your finger in sewing.
Still I am having the old silver ring
That reserves for you my dear.
To my friend Jerry.Hughes
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Quietude
His music teacher complains with a cello in hand
'I cannot hear your song though you move your lips.'
Nobody understands my song
And it's a song without words.
Like a somber sky.' He whispers.
To my dear friend Jerry Hughes for his 79th birthday falls today.
Night is still young my friend and we sing together the old song that we are friends.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The Shadow Of His Smile
His grip was strong
and his eyes twinkled,
he was pleased to see me.
Alan Bainbridge, friend and
mentor with a vocal delivery
that thundered, now reduced
to an incoherent whisper.
I recall something he said
the last time we lunched.
'It's a bugger getting old'
It certainly is Al pal,
it certainly is.
poem by Jerry Hughes
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An open letter to the Cricket Board if it still exists
You must arrange a triangular cricket tournament
In between India, Pakistan and Sri Lanka in lankan grounds
And must be fair umpires to be present to catch the shy bowler.
*Dedication to my poet friend Jerry Hughes
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Friend Is All That Matter
Friend is a person with whom
I may be sincere,
pleasant,
comfort,
kindness
and warmth.
Praise from a friend.
A friend is the hope of the heart.
I see I have a true friend
with full of joys of friendship.
Faithful friend is hard to find.
Friend is a way to have.
poem by BuuVan A.J. Rasih
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Money is only a vehicle that provides you with options, and I say there's only one thing that money can't buy - poverty.
quote by Jerry Doyle
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Eucalypt
A giant eucalypt crashed to the
ground with an agonised groan.
The earth around it shook, then
settled. As I stood in awe of this
magnificent death, it seemed to
me like a metaphor for life itself.
poem by Jerry Hughes
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0430 Why War?
when peace is forever,
why war?
It doesn't last
like peace.
(for Jerry Hughes, poet)
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Sonnet: On Friendship Day
All wish to have a good and sincere friend:
One who will help us readily in need;
All want to have a friend who will defend
Us duly: be of use to us indeed.
All wish to have a friend who is ideal:
A solace when in troubles we are caught;
A person who will truly see and feel
Our pain and strife, and help us change our lot.
Yet, no one realizes who one is!
Are we a friend indeed to our brethren?
Do we bestow on others any bliss?
To qualify as friend, do we all then?
A friend is someone more than even spouse:
A depressed mind to hope, he sure can rouse!
poem by John Celes
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My belt holds my pants up, but the belt loops hold my belt up. I don't really know what's happening down there. Who is the real hero?
quote by Mitch Hedberg
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Detroit is saying that the hydrogen vehicle is the vehicle of the future. But it's 15 years from now.
Chaste and a Coquette
Once upon a time
these two opposite figures
who were stranded in a ferocious thick jungle
where the wolves, bears, lions, tigers and anacondas et cetera lived.
They talk a different tongue
but it does not bother to understand each other.
They found a cave and started living together.
But the hermit stuck to his morals.
Like in a Hindi movie they don't sleep together.
Early morning he collects something to eat
and the lass cooks deliciously for him.
But how long they are going to maintain the chastity?
And I heard in a rainy night she had convulsions
and questioned the hermit about his clear conscience.
To my poet friend Jerry.Hughes
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Kill Jerry Garcia
Im not gonna choke on your hard sell media dope
Im not going out like that
I dont want to hear about the summer of love
Im not going back in time
I dont want to even let love rule
I want to break the back of brotherly love
I dont want to go back in time
I wanna kill jerry garcia!
I wanna take the past and throw it away
I want to burn the bridge between then and now
Im not going back in time
I wanna kill jerry garcia!
I dont want to sew the seeds of love
I want to punch marty balin in his eye
I dont wanna go back in time
I wanna kill jerry garcia!
(man, I dont have a quarter, leave me alone)
Dont want no dead blood on my hands
I wanna shake the flesh and bone
I dont wanna kill the myth
I wanna kill jerry garcia!
I wanna kick that skeleton in his teeth
Id wanna kick pigpen if he were alive
I dont want to go back in time
I want to kill jerry garcia!
Kill jerry
song performed by by Everclear
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Never The Twain
We put up the barriers, you and I,
with some misguided notion that
one of us was superior to the other.
Prejudice based on colour, wasn't it brother?
At the end of the day does it really matter?
For when we shuffle off to seek a better place
we'll face each other sans colour-
equal in the eyes of god, won't we brother?
poem by Jerry Hughes
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Butterfly was certainly a vehicle for me, and if it died, it still would have served its purpose, in spades. We never expected it to give me the visibility it has given me. It was just a small thing as a vehicle, and suddenly the whole world knew about it.
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High Price
Jerry Jerry your lifestyles hairy
how do your dope plants grow?
In cramped ceiling, under a naked bulb, my lady,
from little seeds all in a row.
Jerry Jerry your rather smelly
how are your dope plants sold?
By bountiful bagful, or in single rolls, to tally
Waitangi gold, is a trip, for joint discerning bold.
Jerry Jerry do you live in fear
do you feel hunted, with pouncing, policemen near?
The boys in blue, dance a merry, merry tune.
What’s a bust, may come yearly, like June?
Jerry Jerry one day all grow old
will you feel regret, for lives, you’ve sold?
I’ve been living high, flying in narcotic, sky seat.
Life’s been so very sweet, living with prepaid, heat.
Jerry Jerry a future comes, your days done,
there’s no place for you, under our sun?
There’s always a place, man in selective, supplying know.
There’re other trips, after poppy seeds, to sow.
Jerry Jerry it’s time now, you must go
tell of other pastures, you now will hoe?
Man’s full of lust, greed, ever fertile seed,
a high paying price, is charge for need.
No matter where man chance may roam.
A place is found, I’m right at home.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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