Author: Dux …
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high cooh
When the haiku works natural order is found in simple accord. Where syllables five bring the moment alive and manifest meaning. When sentences flow in a disciplined order, resolution comes. Yesterday isn’t available for comment, except in rumours. Tomorrow awaits, uncertain of its future, knowing it will come. Today resonates, knowing now is all we…
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ouch
Here and now, with numbness worn away in ebbing time i feel the ache of soothing loss, a soft throbbing loss, thankfully acute no more, dethroned and out the door. Upper left five a pre-molar i have known a lifetime past, a pocked enamel tombstone gone to the place where memories forget themselves. A victim…
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life in my 50’s
Im a quinguagenarian, a sometimes vegetarian, an often know-not where-ian, a watch the news and care-ian. Im a poorly read shakespearean, an anti Tony Blair-ian, a big fan of Hungarians, a committed non-sectarian. Im an avid non-barbarian, an accepting proletarian, a Scorpio not an Arien, A techno post-agrarian. Im an unconfused contrarian, a liberal libertarian,…
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one day two poems
I spoke to the Oak and i asked for her views on the fat orange bloke and the strait of Hormuz In her wisdom she offered a deep sense of calm in her green leaf enfoldings a purposeful balm, Have no fear of tomorrow for anxiety dwells in confusion, illusion and the lies that we…
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cherry tree
The blossom cares not whether I rejoice its scent nor recognise the balance found on Aprils morn where circled life in splendour forms. On cherry boughs in laden froth set pink against the apple rise, enticing fauna nectar rich a-buzz within its gifts allure. Set pure against the skies azure full virginal in dainty white…
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rosie rambled
The rose in ramble climbed aboard the sprawling hedge with thorn as sword protection from the local fauna ‘cept the critters seeking nectar. Soon to bud as daylight stretching pinkens up divine perfection, perfumed in such subtle honour, rampancy in floral nature. With buds abrupt and petals pending gnarling grips of tendrils wending, barbed within…
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and breathe…
Silence came and found me as I walked towards the dread, Its gift of understanding quelled the riot in my head, for a moment i was able to find breath that i could take and begin to process slowly what was real and what was fake. From the edges moving centre to the fields of…
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unyet
I wait in Aprils avid yearn to hear the cuckoos call return to listen out and listen well returning echoes stories tell… A year ago or almost such I waited long and worried much and in my worry failed to trust that sacred ways enfold as must. Ten thousand miles of back and forth three…
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oh nooooo
Schisms up the magnitude of orders being smashed isms being isms In a world which couldn’t last, balance out of kilter in the ways that things are done I woke to rise this morning in a world without a sun. They colonised the limits with a spread of rank decay polluting what was beautiful with…
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redactions
Redacted to a darkened void where sins committed sit in shaded corners full of shame. Perjured proof as Kompromat the crime of grimy goings on goes on and on and on. Light is shone and shadows fall yet still the perpetrators fail to face their foulness full. Opprobrium washes over the facts and dries itself…