hugh wade

Tag: Poetry

  • Poetry pack number two

    Poetry pack number two

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    Silicon dreams Alkokulture Hobart view Gypsy driver City cynic Punt road bus

  • Poetry pack number one

    Poetry pack number one

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    Experimental poetry project, experiment in multimedia I suppose.

  • Recording time

    Recording time

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    Just finished recording twenty recent poems … 19 of which I have updated on this blog, and one has gone missing … or should I say “has been temporarily misplaced”. Ironically, its the one about me being stuck in a small country town for three days after losing my car keys after a “Music, Art…

  • Inches away from millimetre perfect

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    Hanging around in Melbourne pubs and clubs in the 1980s, being cynical and feeling sorry for myself. Ah, to be in my early thirties again! Not! Teenage fashion junkies Playing poor Fifty dollar hairdos Labels on their pants Hip shack rhythms collide Push through the sweat Women yawn together In the breaks They wait for…

  • Once pretty

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    I’ve been trawling through old notebooks and found some old poems to rework. Here is one I quite like for its observation and simplicity. once pretty her pinched & harrowed ghost still lingers in flashes as she guides the innocent push-chair child through the busy urban footpath

  • Blue Dayz

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    This is one from the vaults. A friend was experiencing a bad case of the blues. I wrote this poem to share with her and others my experience of the black dog’s bite. bull aligns with ox projects are on hold make dreams happen channel abundance survival mode sux black dog prowls snarling nips at…

  • Rain delay at Bellerive

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    Here’s a nice game I played a month or so ago. A bunch of words that seem vaguely Shakespearean and a large white fridge. Inhale. Play. This is what I came up with. Given enough poetic license, I suspect any combination would sound profound. That is all.

  • 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…