Author: Dux …

Upon the cuckoos call I wait In garden mode as April ends Amidst the chatter from the hedge The melody of feathered friends. Returning wings from Africa To bring the sound of summers tone The rise and fall, the beck and call Of culculus returning home. The migrant songstress calls her mate A flagrant song…

On Denmark Hill with time to kill I sit and drink my coffee dark Ahead of me a workshop waits A Lynam time of Modern Clown Upon a dreamless night I slept And rose to early pinkish dawn To find myself awaiting fate Refreshed, about to be reborn. Confetti on South London’s breeze the blossomfall…

Torrents of abhorrence from across the twisted pond Maladjusted reckoning, a tide of endless wrong Inanity, polarity, profanity and bile the scent of orange Lunacy upon his crooked smile. With sycophants and cronies hanging on to every word Perpetuating damaged lies with rhetoric absurd. Making nothing great again, an omelette full of stink upon a…

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…