Author: Hugh Wade
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Poetry pack number 9
Back in the cafe village by the sea for a while. For a short time, I read poems semi regularly on the community radio station Bondi Radio. Once I was asked to write a poem about hindsight, and one about Halloween. Here they are. Blue days. Conversations and thoughts about depression, triggered by a sense…
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Poetry pack number 8
Another set of travel poems from 2008. Plus the last one that came to me from nowhere and something insisted I write it down. Not my family. Kit Kat Kapers. A club with a dress code. Minimal or no clothing required. Sexy dance club. Reflections. Comes a time when travelling, that we look at where…
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Poetry pack number 7
Some of these relate to summer in Europe 2008. Others arrived in my brain a few years earlier or later. Conspiracy of elders When we all had hair World Cup football 2006 Antaris finis Antaris is an annual summer festival, held somewhere in the German countryside, between Berlin and Hamburg. Three days of mostly psy…
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Poetry pack number six
Spam poem One day going through my spam folder, as you do, I thought some of them were so ridiculous, they could make a good poem. So here we are. Kisses across the planet So embarrassing! I thought there was an element of attraction between me and a lovely DJane that I met. I wrote…
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Poetry pack number five
Burden of death Once pretty A poem a week Rural musings Day-Glo days Spewin’
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Poetry pack number four
Lifebeats Youth grant Balm Tartangi woman Understanding sweet sorrow November moon
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Poetry pack number three
Men in tracksuits Sad smiling Aphrodite Country summer City winter Inches away from millimetre perfect Red light clatter
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Short new poems
Centrelink glimpse The lanyard wearing workers, bless ‘em, Treat everyone with polite condescension. Eerie in its carpeted quiet, the room silently screams Sadness from many painful untold stories. Hurt and broken people queue on a carpet strip Wait on plastic chairs wrapped in their own despair. Insiders/outsiders Insiders/outsiders, who’s to know? Wannabe backsliders, ready to…
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