Author: Dux …

Loyal in it’s service to my journalling, I think about it’s plight and wonder how it feels about the lines it helped to conjure. A ‘ once was ‘warrior, whose words helped express my morning feelings. A hand-held helper who somehow knew the way to flow & capture metaphors and meanings from the melee. I…

Farewell my friend Calibri Victim of a regimes ire Too woke for Maga edicts Demanding that their text require The flourish of a serif Formality instead of ease The power of a sheriff To bring a font onto it’s knees. The culture wars enfolding Diversity a threat to some A message they are moulding Announcing…

I’ve never bit the bullet I don’t think that I could I think that biting bullets wouldn’t do me any good. To make a big decision I think about it first I focus on precision What’s better and what’s worse. I think about what’s likely To happen if I did Consider in my psyche If…

In torsoes bared by winters feel revealing each identity in postures proud a standing crowd of Hazel, Ash and Willow trees emerge as from the winters depth upon the solstice misty cloud to know that light will soon return unless the clock is disavowed. In shrouded mist the ghostly forms of hedges rough, allowed to…

Upon the full moons face I saw reflected travelled light and watched the shadows slowly creeping ‘cross the filament of night on rolling hills that I call home I witnessed snowy silver white until a golden orb appeared and told me everythings all right. On patterned days we see the ways that solar rays are…

Oil and Power Dirtied hours Danger waits in what comes next. Laws are broken Lies are spoken Stakes are risen, muscles flexed. Twenty six A time of peril Spreadsheet causing worried pain Evil leaders Bottom feeders On the brink of life insane Times of trouble Ditto doubles Certainties are lost in time Warring noises Helpless…

I watch the winters sunlight carry shadows ‘cross the wall and see that time has done it’s bidding in the years I took to find myself. The all of who I was became the all of who I am a simple man with simple thoughts with pen in hand I understand. . Each breath a…

Unequalled in it’s simple voice The flower sings of life itself Allowing worldly troubles to Pass by without a thought. A tear not shed for Gaza nor A passing whiff of jealousy Instead a seasons majesty It’s gift of nectar shared. In company of reed and ant & all of natures mixed allure It’s place…

Shopping for Reform. I’d like to buy some snake oil please It’s sure to make my problems ease A spoonful too of sugared truth & a sticking plaster for my roof. I’m looking for a bunch of lies a costumed coat of foul disguise and hoping you can sort me out with things that I…

New Moon Triggers The Moon in passing spoke to me Of coloured chalk & destiny A hopscotch grid and scabby knees Of riding bikes & climbing trees. It asked me to remember when With pocket money fresh in hand I’d run towards the corner shop For sherbert bon bons,lemon drops. It spoke of endless summer…