Peter Hague has written and studied poetry for most of the decades of his life and was eventually persuaded to bring his own work to the public. His poetry contains guaranteed moments of shared parallels, philosophical insights and also an amusement now and then. It is an entertainment of creative writing flowing with a rare honesty that, given his keen interest and enthusiasm for poetry itself and it being a genuine search for "experiences approximating truth", I feel tempted to say in critical regard – hang on to your hat.

New Adventures in Explorative Thought.

"A brave way to introduce a web site, perhaps, but don't be put off; there are various examples here of my poetry and that of others. It is presented both in written and spoken form. I have also used my interest in film-making and digital art to bring a further measure of creativity to this adventure in communication. The keyword above all is 'poetry', including that of others. It is a quest for truth, inherent in the act of writing and operating as a redeemable philosophy. A deep search that attempts to snag illusive and vital clues to our existence and purpose. I have no agenda in this and I champion no causes, ideologies religions or political standpoints."

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Peter Hague

NEW BOOK!

'No Road Home'

Being semi-autobiographical, this book not only explores the important details that form the entanglements of our lives, it deals with them in terms of their place in the wider picture and sometimes in abstract and creative ways.

HERE ARE MY SEVEN BOOKS OF POETRY

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Hope in the Heart of Hatred by Peter Hague

"my work is merely life-illuminated – reimagined and written in slant."

You will also find, included on the 'influences page', some interesting references to my favourite poets and their work – along with readings of their poems, delivered by me on both the 'video' and 'readings' pages.

Apart from placing my own work in the public eye, my hope, is to engage with the human soul and suggest that poetry is inside all our heads and in elements of our daily lives. Poetry may provide many of the answers we seek to the deeper and more profound difficulties life presents us with.

"It may also offer a map
to help reset the compass in times of stress, frustration
and disorientation."

From the beginnings of my own involvement with poetry, I liked the way it shone a light and illuminated people who seemed to be in agreeance with my own thoughts and feelings, or pointed out new ways of looking at shared or analogous situations. In fact, there are authors, dead and alive, who I feel have walked with me for most of my adult life and offered great support with their words and the way they chose to communicate. I hope my work and other aspects of this site will be useful to you in a similar way. Peace.

A Hex on the Anointed

I came down from the mountains
to listen to the people.
They hated each other
and spoke with dark malice.
They had grown their own cancer
with a murderous media
who dealt in histrionics
and preordained conclusions.
There was no rationality,
only febrile monstrosity,
while the West bewitched its heart
with a mistaken woke...
and with the accepted guilt;
and the rotten heartache;
and the terrible self-doubt
of a wounded conscience.   

They did envy the mountains though –
those static lords –
keeping as always, a perfect distance.
I will return with a vision –
wide and calling –
a broader interpretation,
and a new kind of peace.

©2022 Peter Hague
Published in
'The Momentary Clock'
– October 2022
All rights reserved

I recently added my version of 'Look Inside the book' to the books pages. It displays random spreads for each of the books in a controllable slide show.

“Genuine poetry can communicate
before it is understood.”

T. S. Eliot – American Poet – 1888-1965

"Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash."

Leonard Cohen – Canadian poet/songwriter 1934-2016

Dirt Road

I feel like an old car abandoned on a dirt road
with grass growing through my heart.
Parked some years ago,
where the shrinking tank of hope ran dry
and my engine lungs gave out –
gasping a last, exhausted sigh.
The wind continued down the road,
with my unrolled maps and my smiling destinations;
they emerged like traitors through a steaming grill
and the rigid countenance of my headlight stare.
It was a refusing wind, as some winds are...
no longer passing my shape along the ways;
no longer brushing back my carefree hair.
And there is certainly no road to the future from here,
only the speeding grass hiding my zeroed dials –
and the almost perfect hours when nothing smiles
and birds sing my headlights to sleep.

©Copyright 2017 Peter Hague. All rights reserved.
Published in The Interpreter's House – issue 67 – 2018.

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Wallace Stevens – American poet – 1879-1955

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