Author: Dux …

Draw your conclusions,  though sketchy they may be considering the wealth of lies  in the land where speech is free. Paid in dirty dollars  or cryptos hidden hand agendas spent in foul intent,  the truth in sinking sand. In clouded obfuscation  sits the mirror world of memes where bots release their drivel to  an endless…

I see myself as a mersey poet, born within the sound of tugs and the boom of fog horns  in autumn mists, born between the diesel smells of Lairds and unhumped Cammels fighting with the lingerings of lairages and tanyards. I see myself as a mersey poet, A legacy of Roger and the scaffolding he…

aka The shaming of the true Caught inside of self deception senses lost in misdirection, all we hear and all we see fall victim to this fallacy. To those that obfuscate and twist agendas found within the list, in hidden corners unredacted tattered truth of lives impacted. Echelons of powdered guilt upon the jets of…

The laden boughs of apple sing a song of sweetness, such is spring, in scented whiles i sit rejoiced and marvel at the moments touch. As golden dots the dandelions in careless incandescence grow to offer wild ambrosia and fuel the buzz of tiny souls. As nettles rise to claim their pitch and build the…

Which way would Puffins vote I wonder? Guillemots and Kittiwakes? On Kromer in their growing numbers safe from all that may forsake… On Friday as we rise from slumber fearing what the boxes tell about the hatred found in thunder deformed into odious smells

Poems unread themselves into silence as the poet stares at the void ahead, where moments go unmeasured and the world allows itself to hide behind the feeling of being too busy.

Mayhem came and hung around while blossoms came and went, Maydays went unanswered in the time where May was spent maybe they will realise before it gets too late that Maydays caused by mayhem may not make America great ( again ) Mayhem came and hung around while blossoms came and went, Maydays went unanswered…

The fool sees not what the wise man sees, Sees not the worth of Honey bees Nor the value felt in standing trees or the depths of life in the frozen seas. The fool sees only that which shimmers not the price of tinselled glare fails to notice that which matters registers, but doesnt care. The wise…

Show me how to reconcile the largesse of the liar Help me make it all make sense with illustrating words And paint a picture with your thoughts to show me that you care Try to help me understand these complicated whiles Walk with me along the path until we reach a stile Cross with me…

The fool knows that the moon will rise and carry light across the skies, he thinks perhaps one day it might decide to flee and leave the night. He wouldn’t blame it if it chose to roll its eyes and spite its nose and leave the orbit of the earth in search of other planets…