hugh wade

Category: Poetry and observations

  • haiku one two three

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    trembling on a branch shards of snow fading away buds will soon appear waves crest unboarded sunlight disappears too soon cold winds kiss the sea years old tears burst free southern highway winter rain hearing sad love songs More with voice and pictures

  • Reflections while sleepless and restless

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    Introspection in the Berlin night time. Thoughts of home and comfort, travel and loneliness. Poetry & photographing things Serving as distractions of the shy From participation in the life of others Abstract data gathering of the now For sometime future presentation As observations from a past imperfect Then what’s left In the space between The…

  • Berlin Impressions

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    On my second visit to Berlin, I was based at a friend’s house in Kreuzberg. From there I adventured forth into the unknown … back there I returned to rest and process. These are some of my clumsily remembered impressions. travelling through a data storm places, streets, buildings, people sounds, smells, shadow and light bicycles,…

  • Kreuzberg Summer 2008

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    What a fabulous summer it was! I didn’t come here for buildings Monuments to pain and grief Shadow walls of delusion That echo disbelief I came here for the people The street life and the food For the novelty of living As a new guy in the ‘hood To struggle with a language Outside my…

  • KitKat KitKat KitKat

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    From my time in Berlin during the summer of 2008 … when the Kit Kat club was a lot raunchier than it is now. I almost blush to remember the shenanigans going on there when I visited … in the interest of cultural observation … three times. This is the poem I wrote combining my…

  • Ode to the nipple

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    A couple of years ago a friend set up a night of burlesque and cabaret to raise funds to support a friend with breast cancer. She asked me to write and perform a poem on the topic … an ode to the nipple. This is what I came up with … It is the first…

  • When we all had hair

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    Out of a stony breakfast conversation with some new German friends, this poem eventually made it to the light of day. When we all had hair Our souls were younger Drugs were stronger Days were longer We thought we could change the world When we all had hair Women had hair all over Equal rights…

  • THE CAFE VILLAGE BY THE SEA

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     Summer In the café village by the sea, Angels live among us, Held dear to my heart, Spreading warmth and joy. As do the bouncy, smiling sirens Flitting between the Bays. From the Admiral’s to the Soldier Poet’s Sharing comforts of a kind. Alas, their song no longer confounds Adventurers needless of earplugs or restraints…

  • Trident Blue

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    My Mum told me a story once about my brother’s mate. She said, in her inimitable manner, “Hughie. You should write a poem about this!” Yes, Mother. Of course, this isn’t that story verbatim. This is where I took it … My brother has a good old mate He’s known since sixty-one Fifty odd years…

  • Dungog by accident

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    First draft of my experience waiting in Dungog for three days while my spare keys took 3 days by Express Post from Valla, only three hundred k’s away. Three days! Oh, did I say that I’d lost the  keys at my annual favourite “Music Arts and Lifestyle” Festival in the glorious Barrington Tops? Disappeared down…