hugh wade

Category: Poetry and observations

  • My New Hat

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    Hugh Wade
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    I won’t go back to Nebraska She said as she sold me a hat There’s more of the world here in Newtown And that, my man, is a fact The hatband grabbed my attention Rasta red, yellow and green Then the shape, pattern, colour and pricing Completed the hat of my dreams Perfectly weighted for…

  • When Dad had a stroke

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    Hugh Wade
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    Tidying up before you go OBE (Over Bloody Eighty) Tripping through your roots Back home on family soil Touching base with sisters and bro Measure your survival in memories England Scotland Ireland Wales Your Four Nations tour With your loved one by your side O lucky man, To have a second chance and get it…

  • Bronte Midnight

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    Hugh Wade
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    Water darting in the rockpools Quicksilvered by the moon Rugged raggedy waves roar          In the nooks and crannies          of the stalwart stones A crinkling luminescence Pulses on the horizon just off Bondi As a darker poem struggles Beneath my hurt and aloneness for the breath of life

  • Haiku #1

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    Hugh Wade
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    trembling on a branch shards of snow fading away buds will soon appear

  • Trident Blue Final Mix

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    Hugh Wade
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    Here is an audio version of my “bush” poem “Trident Blue“. You can read along by clicking the “Read more” on the RH upper corner of the Soundcloud page 🙂

  • Without a phone

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    Hugh Wade
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    Without a phone   Without a phone first time in long time Highlights dependence on instant communication   Across the globe My country is now the world at large Not just my island in the South Where life is easy and sunny   Something about Europe has got into my blood The languages, culture, the…

  • Random travel jottings

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    Hugh Wade
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    Random travel jottings   hard to think about there while immersed in here   English cops with machine guns texting at the airport food counter flip flop changes over thirty years back then Spain had armed Guardia Civil England had old, friendly and unarmed bobbies   London, England, a disappointment expensive, over-rated, under-resourced cold, rainy…

  • Poetry Car

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    For a few years, during the late Naughties I guess, I made the doors of my Nissan Micra available to passers by as a place for poetry. I provided a random bunch of magnetic words, some prosaic and some poetic, and put a few together to start the ball rolling. Funnily enough, apart from a…

  • Counting down in Vancouver

    Counting down in Vancouver

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    Hugh Wade
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    After four and a half months in Europe, and ten days in Toronto, I was almost ready to go home. Caught my breath, rested up with dear friends in a Vancouver high-rise and sightsaw for a week. Then flyaway home. The approach of journey’s end Strange Being in English speaking world After months of European…

  • Urunga Slice

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    Hugh Wade
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    A few years ago, I spend a couple of years with my ageing Mum. It was the best of times and the worst of times. My family was grateful for the support of the community in the small coastal town where she lived. This is a thank you to that community. Now that I live…