hugh wade

Tag: Poetry

  • Elegy for Nick

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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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • The Legacy of Mad King George

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    Anglo-centric colonial thinking Seeps through the convict/cop generations of this land. The old cultural time warp of Empire. The homeland advances, changes and redefines itself through action in the world. The colony, desperately at first, then fading into habit, maintains the conservative paradigm of late 1780’s England. A stagnant Empire ruled by a madman, at…

  • Nightclubbing

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    Riding the night club juggernaut In our smoky minds … Spilling out of Cornucopia We wandered the party nightscape Before checking out Hysteria Peering into Myopia Then settling for Fantasia for a while Moving on as the night grew hazier We forgot about Amnesia Something fishy about Miasma Dystopia was too crowded Landed in Nirvana…