Author: Dux …
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The richest man the world has known
takes Ketamine upon his throne, In trolling tantrums throws his toys to right wing European boys. A silent F begins his name, he always knows the ones to blame – the virus mind of those who woke annoy the feelings of this bloke. A narcissist who dreams of Mars who filled the streets with silent…
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When ridicule is all we have
then ridicule we must, releasing pressure from a valve and hoping that it’s vapours rust the golden plated lunacy of all that comes to pass, that thickened skin will blister and the moment will outlast the pain that each of us must suffer as we wait to watch him fall, the crooked man who looks…
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Let’s talk of digitalis and
the beauty it displays, a family of bells upon a stem which seems to say ” I’m here and always will be, In my purpleness rejoice, Ignore the news from elsewhere as you sit in summers voice, On a mission pure and simple I bring nectar as my gift and I’ll keep on being beautiful…
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Makerfield – it’s all yours…
I tried to leave a message, saying id be late, to go and vote without me, extend the hand of fate, to go out in your multitudes and fill the ballot box to pencil in your X’s choice, the future thus unlock. I’m sure you’ve all been thinking very hard for quite some time Economy.…
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A monday morns dichotomy
As June arrives my pen decides to capture all the moment speaks in drifting quill i write until the line decides what sense is wreaked, and as the words begin to form ideas surface from the mornings pages where i capture time to set them free in metered rhyme. I notice first my thoughts in…
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changing tune
It’s true, it’s true the cuckoo call a-changes in the light of June, in resonance it deepens and finds echo in an altered tune. I listened out and listened well to hear the song that cuckoos tell and notice in the days of june it speaks of travel coming soon. Around the peak of summers…
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Fibby McFibface
Refracted by the damage done by all that came to pass As witnessed by the folk with eyes the lies of Patel Kash : The leader of the FBI, the boss of all the cops, the drunken bloke who one day woke and tried to hide the slops. The one who wrote the book about…
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Another day of news
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…
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A poem about water.
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…
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Maxwell’s mates…
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…