hugh wade

Tag: cafe village by the sea

  • Poetry pack number 13

    Poetry pack number 13

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    Here are two longer narrative poems in the style of mythical Australian bush ballads. Intimations of inebriety is mentioned as a poem written by Banjo Reilly, the local town poet in Will Christie’s “Under Mulga Wood”. Written as an homage to Dylan Thomas’s “Under Milk Wood”, it is set in a dying country town in…

  • Poetry pack number 12

    Poetry pack number 12

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    Night trains started out while musing on the late night echoing of freight trains very close to where I lived at the time. Naturally it developed twists and turns and self reflection along the way. Not really dark, but definitely beyond the flippant and comic observance of other poems of mine. This next piece was…

  • Poetry pack number 11

    Poetry pack number 11

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    Stars in the carpet Alone in my Bronte bedroom, musing on aging. Benighted States of Generica Pissed off with crass daggy garish commercialisation that day. Especially the stupidity of the American dream. Dungog by accident Went to a festival, got thoroughly munted, had a great time with great people. “I love you man.” Time to…

  • Poetry pack number 10

    Poetry pack number 10

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    I lived in beachside Bronte for twenty years, last of the renters, before I moved north to look after my Mum at the end of 2012. Many lovely people, stories, parties and meals over that time. The Café Village by the Sea tried to capture some of that. La Donna Maria Maria was extraordinarily integral…

  • Poetry pack number 9

    Poetry pack number 9

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    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…

  • Poetry pack number 8

    Poetry pack number 8

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    Hugh Wade
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    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…

  • Our Island Prince

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    Sitting on the sand with my evening smoke Watching the surfers at the end of the day Spotted the prince of the sea gliding alone on the edge Majestic on his birthday mal in his hibiscus shorts Brown body and glistening mane unfettered by suited protection So different from the tide of darting penguin wasps…

  • Wham

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    Speeding towards fifty Trying really hard to avoid patterns from my past Half-read Mars & Venus learning how to listen without calls to action talking through feelings listening to her needs Opted for commitment Then – WHAM – out of the blue live across the wires across the ocean She’s got another playmate so I’m…

  • Facebook Lover

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    I called her my Facebook lover We flirted and hugged with a mouse No messy sharing of fluids Safe in my room in my house No dining or going to movies No talking of womanly dreams No curtains or shelves from Ikea No bloody relationship scenes Just Scrabble and fish tanks and gardens Pirates and…

  • Elegy for Nick

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    Hugh Wade
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    On the road in the white bubble Moving on from the wake Onward to Victoria Duties as a Mum’n’Dad in one Off with a darling daughter To flirt with wedding dresses Rituals condensing Reflecting The pace and manner of our time New love back in town waiting With promise of summer fun My mate Nick’s…