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I love the English language and get a lot of pleasure from putting feelings, visions and dreams into words. I am a romantic at heart with a great capacity for love and appreciation of beauty in nature, people, music and in other writers' works and poetry.

My AP favourites are (in chronological order only):
Catz; Peacelily; SilentPoet; Wintersong; Maryann22; J aime coudre; Oneluckygirl; BlushfulMoon; SusanL; Symitar; Maureen; Poetryality; Brida; Samplette; Nelak; Mary Hites; Bigmammajen; Angelica; JennyLee; AnnD; Wheezyanna; Lordoftherings; Kumbaya; D P Robertson; Jacki D; Tigeray; Lorikitty; Heathcote; Gaze; MargaretG; Touchof1der; Iamfromabove; AngelEyes711; Sanity; Lindarose123; Mary6; Am8ur; Nadir; Kristina; Shewolfnative; SmoochieGirl; Queen of DE-Nile; DeeCrepit; Yemassee; Ima Cucumber; heartnsoul; galfalfa; ella sonrie; Jenelda; masterblaster; trista; juanita032001; crystaldust; Janice M Pickett; Petratani; Blankscreen2222; Aesthete2000; lindaburns; Purrsanthema; Pixiestix; Hawkeslake; Susan E. Pennycuff; Pattiboo; kvwriter; suecat and the entire Huguenauties Choir.

Brida became Mariza GG but keeps having second thoughts, was Brida again but is now MariGoes, is my first adopted 'poet-daughter' and my haiku/tanka princess. Oops! She has changed back to Brida again! Stop Press! She is back to MariGoes!!!
Blushfulmoon (my Molly) adopted me as her Da and I am proud to have this courageous woman as an AP daughter.
Nelak and Kristina are also my adopted (twin) 'poet-daughters',
SmoochieGirl is my adopted niece so I guess I am related to touchof1der who is her momma. Smoochie has now changed her name to Midnight Lace.
Iamfromabove (Mia) has adopted me as her Grampa. (Numba One grandawter).
Lindarose123 was Elusive Butterfly but is now Red Red Rose.
Am8ur (Til) has adopted me as her Grampa. (Number Two grandawter).
Nadir is now DelWarrenLivingston on this site. (Died, 12/09/05 RIP.)
Peacelily is now married and has become Apple Blossom.
Mary6 has changed her name to M.A.King but she is still a sonnet Queen.
Kumbaya has changed her name to Hinemoa now married to Heathcote.
ella sonrie (Elisa) is my youngest favourite Princess and my No.3 Grandaughter. She is currently -castlebrat- (but changes her AP name so often I can't keep up!)
AngelEyes711 is now using her true name Sharon Corr
Petratani has changed her name to HuMaRie then to fleur de lys
DeeCrepit who has now been repaired, has changed her name to Terry-too
D P Robertson has changed his name to dp robertson (attempted disguise?)

I have a firm belief in The Almighty and that life goes beyond the grave (or the crematorium.) I love this World and a lot of friends that I have met in it both personally and on the internet. I feel privileged to have made friends with some really gifted people through ALL POETRY.

I am a Freemason, have twice been Master of my Lodge (No.236) and am currently Lodge Chaplain, an office I am proud to have held for thirteen years and have just been re-elected.

My wife and I count ourselves very lucky to live in New Zealand which is a country full of beautiful and varied scenery, with a temperate climate, surrounded by the Pacific Ocean and the Tasman Sea. In our retirement we have a very pleasant if not extravagant lifestyle with a lovely home and garden which we enjoy now that our travelling days are more or less over.


Thanks for visiting my Author page.

Please note: Other than Huguenauties Contests I do NOT any longer participate in (or comment on entries in) contests on the AllPoetry site. The reason/s for this are explained in: http://allpoetry.com/poem/2288761



"The lyfe so shorte, the crafte so long to lerne."
(anon)

"If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;"

Rudyard Kipling "IF".

"We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams...."

Arthur O'Shaughnessy/Elgar.



Still round the corner there may wait,
A new road or a secret gate.

--J.R.R. Tolkien



"Ah, Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane,
The Moon of Heav'n is rising once again;
How oft hereafter, rising, shall she look
Through this same Garden after me - in vain!"

Omar Khayyam "Rubaiyat".


"Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden....."

T.S.Eliot "Burnt Norton".


"He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong."

W.H.Auden "Funeral Blues".

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From Margaret Gibson (My Sonnet Queen):

Happy Birthday Dear Hugh
Hugh, your favorites gather to acclaim you
as moons and planets circle 'round the sun,
paeans to your character that name you
a prince among all poets, lord of fun.
your birthday came again in summer season,
Betiding party trappings, sweetest cakes;
indeed there never was a better reason,
returns for love and gifts that friendship makes.
today I wish you health, and joy in service,
happiness in every passing day,
devotions of the friends you made your purpose,
and cheerful words to chase the blues away.
your years are long, you show us how to be;
so here's to you, Hugh, blessed eternally.

13/01/2008

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Hugh Wyles - Poet and Philosopher
a revealing biography
by Hinemoa and Heathcote Giffen,
May 21st. 2007.
http://allpoetry.com/poem/2986262

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Hugh Wyles Poet

How much I admire this man that’s called Hugh
Unbeatable with his Opera, History and Epics
Gives love to all his faves as best he can
Hurts when he knows that they are hurting too.

Wit and charm and love of Boobs is his forte
Yes, he can be tough on us sometimes
Likes to teach us well the rhythms and rhymes
Edna his Lady love there are no doubts
Sometimes he can be rather naughty.

Published Poet three times he now can claim
Of Maori legends and other poems as well
Especially his Sonnet poems he writes;
Thankyou my friend - we love you just the same."

Jenelda White May 19, 2007


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As always,
hugh,
from the time we met you and I have always wanted and been attracted to different things in poetry. You adore the concrete, I the fluid. You the factual, I the emotions. You fit the words to the form, I the form to the words. I ask a poem to start my mind and let me fly from there. You, clearly control where the mind should go.
Until the day I am ready to be confined and you are ready to let go we shall never agree totally as to what is great.
I again suggest to you... let go and allow these words to take you to a full bodied finger painting session and then come back and tell me where YOU went... not where I wanted you to go.

Oneluckygirl, February 12. 2007.

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"This is my first exposure to any of your writing, but guaranteed I will be back for more! I've read today several of your Opera poems. It makes me think I could enjoy them, should I ever have a chance to see one. This one in particular was wonderful to read, as it reminded me of a romance novel I read when I was in my teens. In the book, the heroine's greatest desire was to someday play Nedda/Colombina. Not knowing the story then, it didn't make a lot of sense to me. If I can ever find it again, it might now be worth rereading. All this is, of course, nothing to say of your obvious talent and artistry in retelling these stories in poetry. I very much enjoyed this and hope you continue to bless all of us here at AP with them. I hope you will not mind if I add you to my favorites."

trista, May 20. 2006 (Commenting on "I Pagliacci".)

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Hugh Wyles, my teacher, my favorite and official D.O.M., the one person who reached up and turned the perverbial light bulb on. The one person who made and continues to make sonnets click for me. I'm still the student in training not yet haven written my first sonnet. But when it is, it is this man to whom it will be dedicated to. If you don't understand them, toss away your books. He's the one to teach you.

Heartnsoul, March 2006.

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I think most people know that feeling of shrinking (or never had) readers on AP. We're lucky if we find three or four people here who we can connect with on a level deeper than platitudes. Look at you and Angelica. I bet you'd take one comment from Angelica over 25 from the hoi polloi.
There are ways to get a lot of readers of course. Comment a lot, gush when you do, enter about 10 contests a week, feature as much of your poetry as you can. Plus, write pretentious, abstract (random) poetry that is more surface and symbol than substance...people here on AP love affectation. If you are a confidence man you will go far on AP. And of course if you can write a depressing cutting poem you are in like Flynn.
But I'm not going to do those things and neither are you. You are going to look for those two or three other people like Angelica who can connect with you on that level beyond mere words. Adding Aesthete2000 to your fav list was a good move. She's friendly, smart, unaffected and understands what she reads...how rare is that!
I always wanted to start a reading circle here on AP. A small group of readers connected by a group and we'd read each others work. I could work out the details to keep the burden from becoming too overwhelming on each reader. Maybe one day.

Extract from Sir Ima Cucumber's comment on "My Garden of Verse" Wyleian Sonnet CCXX, July 22, 2008. http://allpoetry.com/poem/4442509

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This poem, as usual, is as smooth as silk and structured perfectly. However, there is one thing I want to say. Life is unfortunately a series of compromise. The trick is that we don't compromise our entire life away. In this poem, what I don't really like, and I have read it before in your poetry, and I put it down to the fact that you are one of life's gentlemen, and that is the sense of self deprecating your own immense skill when it comes to penning poetry. So for the record, should I suddenly go the way of Del and never stated it - all people at AP should write regardless of feedback and be equally proud of what they produce whether they be showered in accolades or drowning in bile for your prose. I have always loved what I have written and that others have commented, be good or bad is a bonus - for both them and myself. That I have read such great poetry by brilliant writers (some of which have taken their considerable skill to less restrictive climes) is my oasis. That I can leave comments on some people's poetry is my gift and theirs. That sometimes my comments are excepted like a tossed turd is to miss the point. To read poetry by good writers is a treat. You are a wonderful writer and I simply cannot get here often enough. That is my loss, not yours as you still have your poetry. What is more, good writers rarely miss - they are consistent in what they produce. On the other hand so are bad writers, of which the ocean of dross they produce runneth over on the banks of AP. This is what I believe - friends evolve out of those comments and although you may not speak with them anywhere near the amount you would like - like your thoughts about Del - my thoughts extend to many people at this site and now Substanza.com where I wish I could spend a day just chatting. Because every good writer, no matter the form, appears to be able to communicate so well - it is intoxicating and healing to the soul.

Hugh, my friend, cheers

David Peter Robertson, February 4th.2006.
(Commenting on "Lost AP Friends - Wyleian Sonnet CXXXI.)
allpoetry.com/Poem/1793525

Dear David,
Thankyou very much for your extensive and intuitive comment.
The self-deprecation to which you refer arises not on account of the opinions, good or bad, of others (although as you say, these are a bonus) but from constant self-criticism which results in continual 'honing and polishing' of my work, past and present, in a never-ending striving for greater perfection of the end product.
I too am proud of most of what I write and lovingly improve upon it before (and often after) I post or publish it. Where this is not so it remains forever hidden, my own opinion as Author being the final arbiter.
The All-Poetry site attracts some extremely fine works by very gifted writers whose poetry inspires me to greater heights and effort and from whom I learn much. These are often virtually ignored by the mass of readers who are incapable of recognising their worth. It also, inevitably, attracts an enormous volume of dross by writers who, though showered with accolades and applauds and who collect trophies in often staggering numbers, produce works which, by my standards, are not worthy of the writing or reading. This is life and, whatever poetry site one may espouse, it will inevitably evolve to encompass a similar mixture of talent or lack of it.
The writing of any form of literature, especially poetry, is a continual learning curve in which big-headedness, self-satisfaction, pride and ignorance are inhibiting.
"With humility we learn, with arrogance we spurn."
Sincerely and with greatest respect and thanks,
Hugh.

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What the nominator thinks - My choice of a Poet was easy as I consider him the best as far as I'm concerned. The two I have chosen are my favourites. Although all of his poems are great and poets would learn a lot about history by reading them. The poem is a very endearing one about a man who's girl married someone else & the spirit of the children he would've had with her came to visit him in a dream.

Congratulations! This poem was nominated as one of the two best poems on this site for a favourites comp run by D P Robertson. You were nominated by Angelica

What I think- This could very possibly be one of the very best pieces you have written and that it stands head and shoulders above some really magnificent pieces makes it all the more special. Like many of your pieces they are inspired by either historical events, pieces of art or something from the classics. It makes some of your work interesting but nonetheless, one dimensional narratives- albeit very good ones but they are simply read on a single level. This is actually quite different in as much as Hugh Wyles the compassionate human being is infused throughout this beautiful piece and laced emotion not often felt to the same depth in other pieces. Needless to say the structure, metre, word choices are all an object lesson to any wanting to write this way. But there is a genuine sadness in this beyond melancholy. There is a sense of loss so tangible and so heartbreaking that it drives at the very soul of all who have loved and lost and will never fully recover and be whole again. Superb writing.

“I awoke and was quietly alone in my chair.
The fire had burnt low and the room was serene.
Neither vestige nor sign of that heavenly pair -
Just the sadness they left me for what might have been.

That is such touching melancholy.

David (Commenting on "Dream Children")
http://allpoetry.com/poem/650305

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A Man Called Hugh

Hope and goodness in his heart,
Unstoppable with his words and rhyme.
Genteel, kindly, a servant of God,
Historian, poetic teller of times long past.

Wisdom is his to share with all.
Young at heart, teaching with rhyme.
Lovingly forming his own private harem
Endearing, he favors us with words so true
Sincere in his heart and his faith.

……This is the man called Hugh

by catz on August 06, 2005


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To HUGH WYLES

H uggable teddy bear, writes ballads of old
U ndaunting in iambic pentameter, I've been told
G randeur swells from every poem, reads endlessly
H eaven sent him to me, to critique my poems, relentlessly!

W onderful, huge heart, twenty four karat gold
Y esterdays' writes, a gift of love, stories to behold!
L oves his scotch, and his gardens divine, never, ever grow old!
E dna, his light and wife, always by his side in times of strife
S end guardian angels from above, grant him a long and healthy life!

Hugh, It was my blessing, when I met you on this site!
A member of your many fav's, I love you with all my might!
I'll write a sonnet, until I get it right!


Linda Rose, July 2005.


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MargaretG, July 7th.2005

Dear Hugh, you always understand
and rhymes come flowing from your hand.
Some people try to make us think
that they are better, and we stink.
That line is theirs, and I draw mine
so I don't have to hear them whine.
The angry critic shows her heart,
but little wisdom she imparts.

Thanks very much for your reading and rhyming.

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Mariza GG August 29th.2004

Hugs I send to you over the oceans
Ultimate destiny to my arms
Gathering the kisses I have kept
Hiden inside my soul, just for you
Warm feeling you give to us all
Your words are praised and cherished
Like a Christmas present
Everything on you is pleasant
Special friend in you we have

Mariza Godinho.

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angelica 12th May 2004.

Happy I am to know you my NZ friend
Usually I like to read Poets writes to
Get to know their work first then talk
However we became friends instantly.

We felt as though we knew each other
You and me in another lifetime somewhere
Laughed and talked we did from the start
Easily, comfortable in each others company
So glad we met and became friends Hugh.

and I'm glad I'm on your favourites list
Love to you~Joan

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To Hugh and Edna
by Brida


Honey moon that lasts forever,
Ultra-sound of happiness.
Gathered experiences in life
Husband and wife share.
An anchor in each other's heart
Never will let your love sails away.
Delightful to see your lovely smiles
Expressing an unique feeling.
Dividing love, friendship and warmth,
Nothing can bring you two apart.
A blessed union, will remain forever and more.

Mari (Brida) 20/04/2004.

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Dear Hugh,

You are one of Heaven's special angels and I consider myself so abundantly blessed to have you as my friend. You have been there through some of my ups and downs and have always, always been so supportive and given me such hope and inspiration. Thank you a million times for your kind words and for your friendship and just for being wonderful you.

Love & Hugs to you forever!

Janet XXX (Silent Poet)

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Hugh Wyles
By Samplette on Mar 03, 2004.

How fortunate I am to have met you,
Undeniably you are a kind man.
Giving to me your friendship,
Helping whenever you can.

Words that you write are so honest,
Your heart you wear on your sleeve.
Letting me know that you truly care,
Encouragement you give to me.
So comforting to know you're there.

Always,
Sam

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Hugh Wyles by Maryann22.

Heart full of gold
Unbosoms his poetry
Great friend to all
Habitant of Allpoetry

Welcomes everyone with open arms
Young-eyed man
Loves reading and writing poetry
Edna's husband
Scotch drinker, (I think)

with love, Maryann22. 01/24/2004.

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Thankyou Hugh Wyles by iamfromabove on Jan 31

T Thankyou again for inviting me
H Hugh's Harem seems the place to be
A Anything we need help with we just have to ask
N Nothing is too much or too great a task
K Knowing a friend will be there always for us
Y You never hear him curse or make a fuss
O Once you know him You'll Love him to
U Understanding all you say and do
H His poetry comes from deep within
U Unimpeachable words just flow and make you sing
G Gentlemanly A real Honest bloke
H He's a happy guy and enjoys a joke
W Wouldn't be mean and would never jeer
Y Young in his heart though he's seen a few years
L Loves his whiskey and Edna too
E Eternally a friend across a sea so blue
S So, A big thanks Hugh Love from me to you.

Iamfromabove (Mia) January 31st.2005.

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H is for the dance of harmony
U is you mean everything to me
G is your touch of velvet gloves
H is for the heavens in our love

W is for the way you make me smile
Y is the gypsy dance in your eyes
L is for our dance of divine love
E is for the enchanted dance my beloved
S is for you to seduce me as a rose in love

AngelEyes711 02/08/05

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Dear Bard of New Zealand,
I don't write words, without any feeling
After seeing your picture and reading your words,
I couldn't help but love The Bard of New Zealand.

We both have traveled a rocky road, but found sunshine somewhere along the way
73 is not very old, 15 years between is young these days

The knowledge in your eyes as you've traveled the world
Leaves stories untold,but want to be heard
Your dignity, strength, and poetic skill
Leave me to want you, if you will???

I'm thrilled to be thought of as your Valentine
As I join your harem, I know you are mine
And I am yours, (please no snickers)
For you I have a pair of knickers!

Thank you for your well meant applause,
I'll love you forever, just because.....

Lindarose 123, February 12, 2005

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Here’s To You, My Friend, Hugh.

His talent is truly a God-given gift
Unique in every sense;
Giving his friends a much needed lift,
He never spares expense.

When it comes to making remarks
You know they’ll be wise.
Lights a fire just to watch the sparks
Emitted from your eyes.
Self assured, sensitive, and always sincere.

Nadir, March 5th.2005.

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From Sanity, April 25th. 2005.

Heart felt wishes always given with a smile
Unyielding with his kindness, he’ll go that extra mile
Gracious comments and applause for everything you write
He makes you feel so special, when you are his favourite on this site

With my past so dark and empty, he sees a future of light and hope
Yonder corners of your misery, he’ll sit and help you cope
Lending out his vast knowledge, to make a friend of one and all
Everyone will have to agree, wherever he
Stands, he is the King of the Ball.

Linda Pentney, April 2005.

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From Mary6, June 10th.2005.

The title of 'King Hugh' is very fitting,
His Court is quite a fast devoted crew
And ev'ry one is loyal in committing
Not only to the King but learning too.
Kind comments flow, critiques are always gentle
Yet honest and are meant to share good skills
Or teach with helpful prodding, not judgmental;
Undaunted, it is friendship they reveal.
His Kingdom grows and it is little wonder,
United by poetic Majesty.
Glad tidings soar and maidens crumple under
His spell; 'tis cast with sonnet mastery.
Within the Kingdom's walls the choir sings
a tribute to a good and gentle King.

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Dear Hugh, I'm always writing you in rhyme,
enough to fill a book, it seems, by now!
among the few who read me all the time,
receive my deepest gratitude, I bow.

Humility is something that we share,
unless I fail by setting up my will.
gigantic heart, I know how much you care,
hugh, let me write a paean to your skill.

Poetic grace is found in every line
of strongly worded stories you conceive,
explaining art and history's design,
to demonstrate the truth that you believe.

Remembering your wisdom, love and wit,
you fill my heart, and here's the proof of it.

MargaretG, October 2nd. 2005

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Have you heard of this kiwi HUGH WYLES
Who writes poetry in various styles?
Though some of it's crude
He's not dirty or rude
And he does dish out laughter and smiles.

Anon. 2002


I wonder what he'd think of me,
that lad who once I used to be,
if he was only here to see
me now in my maturity?

For when I was a happy lad,
sometimes quite good but often bad,
I'd never let myself succumb
to thoughts of what I might become.

Hugh Wyles, December 31st.2004.

AND WHAT IS A WYLEIAN SONNET? allpoetry.com/Column/811330

AND WHAT/WHERE IS HUGUELOT CASTLE and WHO ARE THE HUGUENAUTIES?
http://allpoetry.com/poem/1817420

Confhughcius say:
"With humility we learn, with arrogance we spurn."
"Only mediocre is always at best."
"Of all achievements we do best with those we dream up while we rest."

Confhughcius also say:
"Wondering and asking are gateways to learning."
"Who never reads never learns."
"Thought of man is nothing to others until expressed or written."
"Sand in hourglass of Time now running."
"Great minds discuss ideas, ordinary minds discuss events, small minds discuss people."
"If you got nothing to say, don't write it either."

oneluckygirl say: "Simple is good."

...and trista has just written:
"The greatest things that we achieve happen in the dreams we weave."