Hugh Wyles – Poet and Philosopher.
Hugh Wyles is a Kiwi, En Zed born and bred,
though he’s travelled all over Australia
and although from his birth, regularly breastfed,
he was always, at rugby, a failure.
He began writing poems quite early of age
(which his mother considered were cool)
but, frustrated, in critical rage, page by page,
burned the lot while at Primary School..
After leaving that school when accepted at College,
he continued to pen poetry
and, by diligent study and practical knowledge,
graduated in Boobology.
After Canterbury University, he
extensively toured overseas
where he studied the haiku and busts avidly
of the geishas and learned Japanese.
In Germany, Austria, Italy, Greece,
in Thailand, Malaysia, Hong Kong,
his booblical studies pursued without cease;
most especially of girls in sarong.
The poetry and stuff that he’d written to date
stayed behind him in odd hotel rooms
for his baggage, as always, was so overweight
and he’d filled several hefty volumes.
Then, some four years ago as a few of you know
he discovered the “All-Poetry” site
and, although so far failing to set it aglow,
he now saves and posts all he can write.
His historical narratives, opera tales,
Maori legends and booblical ballads,
and especially theses on form and females,
generations unborn will find valid.
Nearly two hundred Wyleian sonnets to date
he has penned or collected from faves
and his humorous writing’s increasing of late
which, instead of igniting, he saves.
Egotistical, boorish, he hopes he is not
for he helps other poets when he can.
In the castle he owns, which he calls Huguelot,
he is King and a true gentleman.
Queen Edna’s beside him (he thinks she’s the best);
Head of Harem, Angelica too;
while Catz oversees Huguenauties contests
and checks voting results with King Hugh.
In Hugh’s Favourites’ Group there are forty-nine faves,
half of whom are his loyal supporters
while the rest are content to remain knaves or slaves,
(as does one of his Aussie grandawters.)
He’s renowned for humanity, humour and wit,
most especially at Huguelot
and, if anyone’s flashing an eyeful of tit,
you can bet he’ll be there like a shot!
With his lifestyle and blessings King Hugh is content;
on AP he’s made many a friend
and the comments and critiques he writes are not meant
to upset anyone or offend.
If readers don’t comment on his poetry
‘coz they’re busy, he won’t give a toss.
He’ll continue to share it and, if they don’t see
its perfection, that’s their bloody loss!
Hinemoa and Heathcote Giffen, May 21st..2007.
Hugh Wyles is a Kiwi, En Zed born and bred,
though he’s travelled all over Australia
and although from his birth, regularly breastfed,
he was always, at rugby, a failure.
He began writing poems quite early of age
(which his mother considered were cool)
but, frustrated, in critical rage, page by page,
burned the lot while at Primary School..
After leaving that school when accepted at College,
he continued to pen poetry
and, by diligent study and practical knowledge,
graduated in Boobology.
After Canterbury University, he
extensively toured overseas
where he studied the haiku and busts avidly
of the geishas and learned Japanese.
In Germany, Austria, Italy, Greece,
in Thailand, Malaysia, Hong Kong,
his booblical studies pursued without cease;
most especially of girls in sarong.
The poetry and stuff that he’d written to date
stayed behind him in odd hotel rooms
for his baggage, as always, was so overweight
and he’d filled several hefty volumes.
Then, some four years ago as a few of you know
he discovered the “All-Poetry” site
and, although so far failing to set it aglow,
he now saves and posts all he can write.
His historical narratives, opera tales,
Maori legends and booblical ballads,
and especially theses on form and females,
generations unborn will find valid.
Nearly two hundred Wyleian sonnets to date
he has penned or collected from faves
and his humorous writing’s increasing of late
which, instead of igniting, he saves.
Egotistical, boorish, he hopes he is not
for he helps other poets when he can.
In the castle he owns, which he calls Huguelot,
he is King and a true gentleman.
Queen Edna’s beside him (he thinks she’s the best);
Head of Harem, Angelica too;
while Catz oversees Huguenauties contests
and checks voting results with King Hugh.
In Hugh’s Favourites’ Group there are forty-nine faves,
half of whom are his loyal supporters
while the rest are content to remain knaves or slaves,
(as does one of his Aussie grandawters.)
He’s renowned for humanity, humour and wit,
most especially at Huguelot
and, if anyone’s flashing an eyeful of tit,
you can bet he’ll be there like a shot!
With his lifestyle and blessings King Hugh is content;
on AP he’s made many a friend
and the comments and critiques he writes are not meant
to upset anyone or offend.
If readers don’t comment on his poetry
‘coz they’re busy, he won’t give a toss.
He’ll continue to share it and, if they don’t see
its perfection, that’s their bloody loss!
Hinemoa and Heathcote Giffen, May 21st..2007.
Author notes
For our Dear Friend, King and Mentor with love from Hinemoa and Heathcote.
Jenelda's Acrostic to Hugh
http://allpoetry.com/poem/2981750
A contest entry
- Huguenauties Contest No.#42 for MEMBERS OF HUGH WYLES FAVOURITES GROUP ONLY by huguenauties.
750 points, ended March 24, 19 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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excellent
That is our dear King Hugh. I can't say more, except that I enjoyed the funny and inventive rhymes. Well done you!


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Dear Hine, I stand by everything I said in my first comment. I loved it then and I love it now.
Love AJ
I can't give you AP applause so I will give you mine.


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Dear Hinemoa,
Very fine poem you wrote 'bout our King,
it seems you have covered almost everything.
Hugh's bawdier side, although now well-known,
is probably better if it's left alone.
Best of Luck in this contest!
♥ Maureen


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Dear Hine and Heath,
I commented on this before and, really, cannot add much more
except to say this system's flawed because it won't let me applaud.
But, while your poem still keeps me gloating, I wish you best of luck in voting.
Thanks again for this tribute, attempted applause, love and hugs, XXX Hugh (R.) -
The quality of this poem does him justice
This is quite a write
So good to know these things
Hugh is a delight
What fun his talent brings

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Dear Hugh, Poet, King and Philosopher.
It was Jenelda's poem about you that inspired Hine and me to put this one together as we know you so well. Of course there were many anecdotes that I related to Hine which we could not repeat without putting the whole poem in "adult" category!! I actually noted Hine blushing under her grass skirt over the story about the dining-hall maid behind the bikesheds at College!
As our friend, mentor and king, we salute you!
Love, Hine and Heath.

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What more can I say, but what's already said.
This poem is quite enlightening. Thank you Hine and Heath, you've done him justic, I think, and we all are aware of his expertise in boobology, even moreso after reading this delightful biographical poem
Nice job

Dee


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Golly Dee, We had fun writing about Hugh.
But the stories Heath has told me that they used to get up to!
I swear it would make your hair curl!
About the time when they ummmmm
nahhh I'd better zip my lip or I'll be in trouble! 
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Dear Hinemoa and Heath,
What a tribute to a wonderful human being. This poem is absolutely fabulous and has given me more insight into this glorious man! I love you Hugh.
Kia ora e arohanui,
Petratani

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Dear Petra,
He is a beaut man who has a great sense of humour, but golly he and Heath got into some scrapes when they were younger.
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Good one Hine and Heath
Dear Hine and Heath, I love the poem you've written for Hugh and I see he is quite chuffed with it.
He certainly is full humour and wit and cares for his faves enormously. Fantasic poem about our King of Huguelot, we certainly enjoy ourselves in the huguenauties contest. Thankyou for writing this marvellous poem for him.
Love A/J
Dear Hugh,
I think this is a wonderful description Hine and Heath have written.
What a shame you tore your poems up when you were a child, and then to have to leave them overseas! What a waste, but you have made up for it since you joined AP. HAHA and I see they've mention your Boobology studies.
You certainly are blessed to have two poems written about you in the last two days. I read and commented on Jenelda's beaut one for you.
Also being blessed with such a great variety of favourites.
I enjoyed reading about you a lot Hugh, I even learnt a few things about you I didn't know.
Love Bea


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Dear A/J
We certainly enjoyed writing about our beloved Hugh.
Like I told Dee the stories I know about them would make your hair curl.
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Dear friends,
WOW!! Hot on the heels of Jenelda's tribute, this comes as a humbling surprise! I must say that, although your legend is liberally laced with poetic license, it does carry an element of truth (I never did become fluent in Japanese although I got a good grasp of a few other things!) It is true that my prowess at football was not notable although I once captained a second fifteen at college but, after five successive defeats, abandoned any thought of rugby as a career. Nowadays, they would have sacked the coach!!
I often wonder whether the cleaning staff in hotels abroad enjoyed the poems I left in my wake? Now, thanks to All Poetry, I can store all my writings without incurring excess baggage charges!
Thankyou for your combined mini biography which I shall always treasure.
With love and hugs as ever, XXX Hugh.


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