hugh wade

Author: Hugh Wade

  • Mr Walker Unplugged

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    ghost who walks woke from his wasted daze ripped out rusty sheds with pain in his heart shedding pounds along with idle dreams in the fellowship of other drifting phantoms learning yearning safe on an island of day at a time strength to recover spirit aquiver twinned with another a glowing growing healing woman sparkling…

  • Spoems

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    My sister said to me; “Hughie, look what you’ve started. Amateur poets spinning verses on the net, A new kind of Spam – Spoems!” What a lovely concept! Can’t be bad methinks If by accident A portal has opened up For folks to express their pain and joy Through this electronic playground For a poem…

  • Thanks Erica

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    Thanks Erica for opening my eyes & mind with “Fear of Flying” bringing me closer to my sisters – literal & lateral back in ’98 “Fear of Fifty” found me a forty-niner brewing over fifty and all it signifies serendipity took me into a bookshop where you leapt off the shelf with your mid-life memoir…

  • Haiku #3

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    waves crest unboarded sunlight disappears too soon cold winds kiss the sea

  • Transplanted Outsiders

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    The lost Jamaican Singing happy songs on cue Looking for love in the wrong face The crazy Kurdish DJ Drinking away his name Fitting a new one for the west The sad Chinese artist Slide-showing his pain-filled life Forcing out the journey once more The lonely Welsh poet Brimming with charm and dry wit Searching…

  • Serious White Women

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    (a socio-politico-cultural observation on our times) I dare not write this poem

  • Pink Scar

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    Waiting for a ferry with a head full of cake … Jet trail cut the sunset sky Leaving behind a pink scar Against the pale blue dome

  • Longbeach bound

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    raindrops on the windscreen teardrops in my eyes highway driving blues bring me back to remembering you songs of love and sadness make a grown man cry unwilling and unstable still unable to stop remembering you across the sea between over the years alone love still lingers like the smell of a house from childhood…

  • Priceless

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    Priceless. Above value. A diminishing concept In this corporatist new century Wisdom is not yet genetic Old people forget and young ones don’t learn So mistakes are made again and again If the young bloke in the supermarket Has never heard of Epsom Salts How can he help you find them? Stupid leaders constrained by…

  • Meaningless Mumbles

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    meaningless mumbles blurred word photos taken with a box brownie brain. (simple but reliable though hazy at the edges) sepia sentences crumbling in a memory album funny like old photographs (out of date and faded) ’til you look closely at the moments caught in a subjective vision.