Author: Dux …

The Xenophobes are ramping up their rhetoric and ire With fearful rancid reasoning they’re stoking up the fire In echoed voice, a call to arms, with costs becoming higher The politics of poverty, the largesse of the liar. A stranger is a fellow that we haven’t met before And he or she or they are…

A Robin bobs and watches as i sit to write these words The equinox in passing says “ its time that this was heard” Close your eyes and listen well to all the sounds abounding Take a breath, inhale the smell of nature in its grounding, Find a moment, feed your soul, ignore the constant…

The Overton Window shifted while the pendulum decreed Three times the rooster woke the day, a call we didn’t heed With lenses blurred in times absurd a change of dizzied speed We see what’s coming down the path and fear what will succeed. As politics came into view we tried our best to hide Ignoring…

The sophists offer sophistry, In spate their lurid lies. Creating twisted history Un-camouflaged disguise. Overtly as the day is long They carry on and carry on A manufactured mystery Till all the truth has gone.

Suffer ye the sufferance, the soiling of our times Stand the pain of shame induced from universal crimes. Bear the roiling brunt of witnessed horror without voice And varnish over tabled scars as zionists rejoice. Ignore the raw injustice and the carnage on our screens Forgive them all their trespasses, allow their ways and means.…

In a vulgar kakistocracy we find ourselves once more A dictionary thus confirmed, i needed to be sure… If scruples faced a scrutiny we’d see the truth more brutally when morals met a mutiny we’d recognise its crudity. Reflections meet us ruefully, imbued with orange lunacy where actions are presumably protected by immunity. For in…

Distant hedgelines froth in lacy ribbons, Blackthorn attired with subtle fragrances. Willows burst into softened bud as the Cherry begins to dress itself in wedding wear. The Plum joins in the race to find its dazzle in the  high pressured times.  Paths have become treadable once more as the waters of winters recede. Honesty shows…

Buds begin to swell and bloat as blossomtime the hedges feel Tulips push towards the moon, in rush the turning of the wheel. Dormant thoughts awake and stretch acknowledging that time is real Ramsons scent on Marches breeze, with eyes we notice whats’ revealed. Mating birds in nesting form as hours lengthen surely must Celandine…

Spring begins with tingling senses,  buds appearing, finding form. Rising sap in surge propenses,  seasons yearning;  natures norm. Birds a-nesting, frogs a-spawning,  croci speaking, weather warning Toads a-croaking softly spoken,  Progenating, ever dawn. Ancient cycles, ain’t no whyfores,  things are just as things are must. Bulbs a-ripen, always happens,  cycles shifting, life adjusts. Neath the…

Dirt and sleaze, the world is on its knees Whilst many pray to plastic gods i spend my time with trees The Sycamore is budding, the Oak in silence waits As we head towards the ides of March uncertain of our fates. Sleaze and dirt, there’s people getting hurt Its time to ring the warning…