Author: Dux …
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The song of Aprils joy
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…
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A view from St David’s Bay.
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
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too busy
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.
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Limbo-ing in middish May.
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…
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seeing
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…
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Explain to me in simple terms the way to cease a fire
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…
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foolery
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…
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forest divine
Go to the forest, sit with the trees find ye a moment of comfort and ease, breathe it in deeply, return to your self to treasure the moment and measure your health. Alone you have power, it’s all in your mind the forest will feed you to help you unwind, and far from the madness…
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almost forgotten
I’d almost forgot that forget-me-nots as harbingers will duly rise and offer hues of duck egg blue to mirror distant April skies. Amnesia, the foe of age releases space for thoughts refreshed to see again the magic surge, Ostara in her makings blessed.
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teach the world
I woke to rise this morning With a song inside my head The tune was unfamiliar As i yawned and scratched my head, The notes sat in a melody The chorus rose and fell The bars and beats were tight and neat The strings began to swell I hummed and in my humming Felt a…