Here are some poems I've made ... some of which ahve been published while most have not. Poetry was a major, healthy outlet during my parents divorce.
We are Mother Nature's diamonds for we twinkle in sunlight and brighten the moonlit night. We float from the sky like little soft feathers after a wild pillow fight. You cut paths through us so that you won't fall. As children, you scrape us up and pack into balls to throw at each other before boarding the bus. -Hank Hughes
Computers are his enemies Because they tease and taunt And as he struck and plucked the keys, What would they do but daunt. But remember what it goes through Before you slug that screen. It does what you tell it to do, Therefore don't be so mean. -Hank Hughes
Missing her with all my heart
I ponder and wander into the darkness of the starlit night.
I look to the sky and see small bright faces,
and I ask them, "WHY?!?".
Then I listen for a response
but get only a twinkle.
And so with a tear
I beg for my peaceful sanity.
-Hank Hughes
I rose this morning with a smile between my lips and "Boy!", said I, "A day so fine". So with a good night's sleep - I slept 'till nine, I ate my eggs and felt overwhelmingly "keen" I biked to school and things weren't as they had seemed. With showers coming by, the sun lost it's shine. Then I recieved a "tardy" that wasn't even mine and got the blame for not seeing the Dean. And as the painful hours ticked away, today became the worst of all my days. Then light pierced through the dark abyss of sleep and I escaped from Nightmare's frightful creep. And I rose this morning with a smile between my lips and "Boy!", said I, "A day so fine ..." -Hank Hughes
A long, long time ago, During the Golden Age Our hearts were one. The love we shared Was a Parthenon Supported by columns Of care and happiness. The gravity had it's day And now ... We are but the foreign tourists Who gather in awe Of what was. -Hank Hughes
Used erase sprinkled on the table ... Solve the converse function of a base and it's exponent: Skip another question ... Make an algorithm for the For/Next loop: Pencil wearing down ... Give examples of music in Romantic Era: Mind getting weary ... Solve for the impulse of gravitational force: I wish I had a break ... The clock winds down, tick tock tick. "PENCILS DOWN!" -Hank Hughes
Through the frosted wire fence, A mound of tan furballs quiver Dreaming of Mother. -Hank Hughes
There is an oasis at the Coonamessett. It's a teardrop of golden green in an oilspotted ocean of asphalt. Here, a soul birch tree majestically stretches into the starlit night. Here, the sea air rustles and whistles through the full, symmetrc hedges. And beyond the borders of the small oasis: garbager trucks roar while airplanes screech but somehow the breeze blows again and there's nothing but peace. -Hank Hughes
I'm just realizing what makes us special: Our relationship and love has balance unlike most; We do not have dominating roles like parasite or host; With each other, we enjoy what life is, has, and does - all day and night; For instance, we play all the time like naive, little kids But never have that childish, bratty little fight. -Hank Hughes
You have an invisible touch and I embrace your carress My thoughts cannot evade your beaming glow or seductive high spirits. I can't help but picture your alluring, sterling smiles, That almost outshine your Incaan jewel eyes. I damn the moment when we must say "Bye". But I cherish the time when you smile, "Hi". -Hank Hughes
- Last Updated 5/7/94 -