Author: Dux &#8230;

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In whelming waves of schadenfreude a pentup pressure thus released where intervention failed to win and Belgium knocked in four. A card of red rescinded by the crooked Infantino ghoul in demonstration of the facts the flagrancy of FIFA fools. And thus the quarter finals loom In matches quartered by the ads where rehydration took…

so what

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in Uncategorized

So what an old man slurs his words and wears a diaper, falls asleep. So what he shouts and throws a tantrum, gets confused and fails to keep a grip on senses, loses focus, lashes out at those he fears, so what a nation follows blindly, offers sycophantic cheers. And so we ask the question…

Daily Bread

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in reflections

Performative in puppet style old frog face bends the knee, a helicopter ride with flowers shows the world what it wants to see. A man of marmite flavour British Bovril at its best a bully who drinks Bitter ale who’s soon to face the Clacton test. A klaxon bell is sounding on the streets where…

pod

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in nature, reflections

Our peas are growing nicely, in pods they plumply form as tendrils creep on pea-sticks steep they’re coming on a storm. The sunshine has caressed them as I watched them stretch and grow hydrated from a watering can from seedlings that were sown. If only I’d grown more of them I’d have enough to share…

purple mint

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in nature

Purple mint a-buzz with wings which sing the song of nectar found, of orange tips and admirals and honeybees in summer sound. In licks of heat the garden feeds our sense of hope in nature’s way, I breakfast on the feast of life and pray that it will stay this way

azure

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in nature

Another day of baking sky where swifts and swallows dance, where gentle breezes carry ease to Bethels green expanse, where butterflies on nectars search patrol the flower borders and somehow find a way to trust in Mother Nature’s orders. In mythic tune the blackbird trills and speaks the seasons glory beneath it hums the drone…

The richest man the world has known

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in the world afar

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…

When ridicule is all we have

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in the world afar

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…

Let’s talk of digitalis and

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in nature

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…

Makerfield – it’s all yours…

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